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LETTERS. 179
for the poor sufferer. Thanks, dearest Charlotte, for hav-
ing applied to me in this matter. May your kind exer-
tions on her behalf be crowned with success!
We are all very happy to hear that your husband is now
so well again. It is so pleasant to be able to number you
amongst the happy couples in this world. I number my-
self amongst the happy odd ones; I am satisfied with, and
grateful for, my position, my solitariness, which gives me
peace in my dear occupations, and for a friend so good, so
amiable, so gifted in point of heart and head, and perfectly
harmonizing with me. I am proceeding slowly with iny
book. My anxious desire for completeness and perfection
induces me to do so. How much kindness have I not met
with on my path as an authoress! The only way of prov-
ing my gratitude is to produce a better work. We shall
see how I succeed. Do you know, dearest Charlotte, any
elderly ladies, not married, kind and happy? If so, would
you tell me something of them, and of what affords them
the greatest pleasure in this world. I have to provide a
few such characters in my book; and it is good to seize
upon some touches of nature here and there. If my book
should be launched in autumn, I intend to let some minor
works succeed it in the course of winter.
Anrsra, 15th June, 1841.
Now, my dear Charlotte, I intended executing what I
have so long contemplated, namely, the great achievement
of writing a long letter to you, in which I shall make
friends and acquaintances appear higgledy-piggledy ; but
the fact is, ever since yesterday morning, a terrible woman
has been sitting here, who incessantly repeats: “ Goethe
says,” “ Byron says,” “ Borne says,” “Schiller says,” ete.,
etc., etc. And then follow such trite and commonplace
sayings, that every good sort of man or woman, with a
little common sense, could say just the same things. And
then she comes down upon one with quotations from
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