Jane Talbot

1857 - JANE TALBOT - JANE TALBOT - LETTER I. To Henry Colden. Philadelphia, llondsy Evening, October 3. I anr very far from being a wise girl. - So conscience whispers me, and, though vanity is eager to refute the charge, I must acknowledge that shb is seldom successful. Conscience tells me it is folly, it is guilt, to wrap up my existence in one frail mortal to employ all my thoughts, to lavish all my affections, upon one object to dote upon a human being, who, as such, must be the heir of many frailties, and whom I know to be not without his faults to enjoy no peace but in his presence, to be grateful for his permission to sacrifice fortune, ease, life itself, for hia sake. From the humiliation produced by these charges, vanity endeavours to relieve me by insinuating that a11 happiness springs from affection that nature ordains no tie so strong as that between - the sexes that to love withoutbounds is to confer bliss not only on ourselves but on another that conjugal affection is the genuine sphere not only of happiness but duty. Besides, my heart mill not be persuaded but that its fondness for you is nothing more than simple justice. Ought I not to love excellence, and does my poor imagination figure to itself any thing in human shape more excellent than thou But yet there are bounds beyond which passion cannot go without counteracting its own purposes. I am afraid mine goes beyond those bounds. So far as it produces rapture, it deserves to be cherished but when productive of impatience, repining, agony, on occasions too that are slight, trivial, or unavoidable, tis surely culpable. Ifetliinks, my friend, I would not have had thee for a witness of the bitterness, the tumult of myfeelings, during this day ever since you left me. You cannot conceive any thing more forlorn, more vacant, more ansious, than this weak heart has been and still is. I was terrified at my own sensations, and, with my usual folly, began to construe them into omens of evils so inadequate, so disproportioncd was my distress to the cause that produced it. Ah my friend a weak-very weak-creature is thy Jane. From excess of love arises that weakness tlrnt must be its apology with thee, for, in thy mind, my fondness, I know, needs an apology. Shall I scold you a little I have held in the rein a long time, but my overflowing heart must have relief, and I shall find a sort of comfort in chiding you. Let me chide you, then, for coldness, for insensibility but no I mill not. Let me enjoy the rewards of self-denial and forbearance, and seal up my accusing lips. Let me forget the coldness of your last salute, ypur ill-concealed effort to disengage yourself from my foolishly-fond arms. You have got at your journeys end, I hope. Farewell. J. TALBOT. LETTER 11. To Henry Colden. Tuesday Morning, October 4. I AIUST IF-rite to you, you said, frequently and copiously you did not mean, I suppose, that I should always be scribbling, but I cannot help it. I can do nothing but converse with you. When present, my prate is incessant when absent, I can prate to you with as little intermission for the pen, used so carelessly and though tlessly as I use it, does but prate...