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(1889) [MARC] Author: Mary Wollstonecraft With: Henry Morley
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the fine road shaded with trees, led me to expect to
see a much pleasant or city than I found.
I was aware of the difficulty of obtaining lodgings,
even at the inns, on account of the concourse of
strangers at present resorting to such a centrical situa-
tion, and determined to go to Altona the next day to
seek for an abode, wanting now only rest. But even
for a single night we were sent from house to house,
and found at last a vacant room to sleep in, which
I should have turned from with disgust had there
been a choice.
I scarcely know anything that produces more dis-
agreeable sensations, I mean to speak of the passing
cares, the recollection of which afterwards enlivens
our enjoyments, than those excited by little disasters of
this kind. After a long journey, with our eyes di-
rected to some particular spot, to arrive and find
nothing as it should be is vexatious, and sinks the
agitated spirits. But I, who received the cruellest of
disappointments last spring in returning to my home,
term such as these emphatically passing cares. Know
you of what materials some hearts are made ? I play
the child, and weep at the recollection for the grief
is still fresh that stunned as well as wounded me yet
never did drops of anguish like these bedew the
cheeks of infantine innocence and why should they
mine, that never was stained by a blush of guilt ? In-
nocent and credulous as a child, why have I not the
same happy thoughtlessness ? Adieu !

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