We can think, speak, and write only of our fears, hopes, or troubles.

I would have gone to Bristol to-day, but Mrs.Hoare was unwilling that I should.

She thought, and perhaps rightly, that clergymen were marked objects.

I therefore only went half-way, and of course could learn but little.

All now is quiet and well." In the former of these last quoted letters Crabbe refers sadly to the pain of parting from his old Hampstead friends,--a parting which he felt might well be the last.