Don't deceive yourself by imagining I have a bit of real goodness about me.
My darling, if I were like you, I should have my face Zion-ward, though prejudice and error might occasionally fling a mist over the glorious vision before me--but I _am not like you_.

If you knew my thoughts, the dreams that absorb me, and the fiery imagination that at times eats me up, and makes me feel society, as it is, wretchedly insipid, you would pity and I dare say despise me.

But I know the treasures of the _Bible_; I love and adore them.

I can _see_ the Well of Life in all its clearness and brightness; but when I stoop down to drink of the pure waters they fly from my lips as if I were Tantalus.
"You are far too kind and frequent in your invitations.

You puzzle me.