Marianne Was Silent; It Was Impossible For

Where Any One Body Of Educated Men, Of Whatever Denomination, Are Condemned Indiscriminately, There Must Be A Deficiency Of Information, Or...of Something Else.

We Live At Home, Quiet, Confined, And Our Feelings Prey Upon Us.

She Is Probably By This Time As Tired Of Me, As I Am Of Her; But As She Is Too Polite And I Am Too Civil To Say So, Our Letters Are Still As Frequent And Affectionate As Ever, And Our Attachment As Firm And Sincere As When It First Commenced.

Here And There, Human Nature May Be Great In Times Of Trial, But Generally Speaking It Is Its Weakness And Not Its Strength That Appears In A Sick Chamber; It Is Selfishness And Impatience Rather Than Generosity And Fortitude, That One Hears Of. There Is So Little Real Friendship In The World! – And Unfortunately' (speaking Low And Tremulously) 'there Are So Many Who Forget To Think Seriously Till It Is Almost Too Late.

Always Resignation And Acceptance. Always Prudence And Honour And Duty. Elinor, Where Is Your Heart?