The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 01, No. 5, March, 1858 by Various
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"I can't help being egotistical," I replied, "when I see no one, and am
shut up in the 'little world of me,' as closely as mouse in trap. And with myself for a subject, what can my letters be but melancholy?" "Anybody can write amusing letters, if they choose," said Kate, reckless both of fact and grammar. "Unless I make fun of you, what else have I to laugh at?" "Well, do! Make fun of me to your heart's content! Who cares?" "You promise to laugh with us, and not be offended?" "I promise not to be offended. My laughing depends upon your wit." "There is no mirth left in me, Kate. I am convinced that I ought to say with Jacques, ''Tis good to be sad, and say nothing.'" "Then I shall answer as Rosalind did,--'Why, then, 'tis good to be a post!' No, no, Charlie, do be merry. Or if you cannot, just now, at least encourage 'a most humorous sadness,' and that will he the first step to real mirth." "I shall never be merry again, Lina, till you let me recall Mr. ----. That care weighs me down, and I truly believe retards my recovery." "Hush, Charlie!" she said, imperiously. "Now, dear Kate, do not be obstinate. My position is too cruel. With the alleviation of knowing your happiness secure, I could bear my lot. But |
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