There is something so beautiful in feeling oneself beloved.
* * * * * "Every new emotion, every new connexion, among men, has its danger, its temptation; the most beautiful, the most noble, may have their dangerous tendency.

Oh! how is this to be prevented without a separation ?--how is the poison to be avoided without deadening the sting?
Oh, Cecilia! at this moment I need a friend; I need you, to whom I could turn, and from whom, in these disquieting circumstances, I in my weakness could derive light and strength.

I am discontented with myself; I am discontented with----Ah! he alone it is who, if he would, could make all right! * * * * * "Oh, Cecilia, this is a mist-enveloped hour of my life!--does it announce day or night?
My glance is dark; I see the path no longer! But I will resign myself into the hand of Him who said, 'let there be light.' * * * * * "All is now better and clearer! God be praised! In a few hours this day will be over;--I long vehemently for it! "This evening we have a children's dance at our house.

Emelie will be here also.

There is not a good understanding between us two.