Papa is very kind, sois mamma, and they have never even hinted at the past; while as for theCedars, such a place might never have been in existence. They take meto all the operas, but "Trovatore" seems to be my favourite, since Icannot help comparing the sorrows of two real individuals known to thereader with those of the fictitious people of the opera. Yes--thesorrows of Leonora and her poor Trovatore seem quite to refresh me,though the sole pleasure of my life of late has been the committing ofthese tear-bedewed confessions to paper, for the benefit of all who mayread them.
I have written again to Soeur Charite, and she sends me in return suchkind, loving words. I know she would be glad were I once more beneaththe shelter of her dove-like wings; but neither papa nor mamma would, Iam sure, ever again listen to any proposition for me to leave home. SoI practise self-denial, and try to improve upon the lessons inculcatedby Mr Saint Purre, who often calls, mamma being very fond of hissociety.
POSTSCRIPT.
"Eldersmere, _June 4th_, 1800.
"My dearest Laura--Pray excuse haste, for we are just off to `Parigi O cara,' to see the Exposition--papa, mamma, your humble servant, and Effie Campanelle Brassey. I will write at length from there. But just a line to say that we are delighted to hear of your engagement, and Effie and I will be doubly delighted to be bridesmaids. What fun, though, to think of all the school frolics, and--and--but there, I won't say a word; only mind this, I mean to come and stay for months with you when you are Mrs Saint Purre. And so he is to have a living down in the country? My! what fun, to see the saintly Laura attending, basket in hand, to her poor, and her Sunday school children! Heigho! and poor me without so much as an offer yet. Do, there's a dear, have a few nice fellows at the wedding, just out of pity, you know; for, only think, both Effie and I will soon be eighteen! You say that the Cedars is never to be mentioned; but I must tell you that in the advertisements it is now, `Lady Principals, Mrs Fortesquieu de Blount and Miss Furness.' Goodbye, my own dear, dear pet, sweet, darling Laura; and I am, as I always shall be, in spite of hundreds of tiffs, your affectionate friend,--
"Clara Fitzacre."
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