Yet I never have pressed you, and never would press you too warmly to come.

There are privations and humiliations to submit to; there is monotony and uniformity of life; and, above all, there is a constant sense of solitude in the midst of numbers.

The Protestant, the foreigner, is a solitary being, whether as teacher or pupil.

I do not say this by way of complaining of my own lot; for though I acknowledge that there are certain disadvantages in my present position, what position on earth is without them?
And, whenever I turn back to compare what I am with what I was--my place here with my place at Mrs.---'s for instance--I am thankful.

There was an observation in your last letter which excited, for a moment, my wrath.