JET. 25.] TO MRS. LUCY BROWN. 55

perhaps as good a subject for my own satire as any. You see how, when I come to talk of my self, I soon run dry, for I would fain make that a subject which can be no subject for me, at least not till I have the grace to rule myself.

I do not venture to say anything about your griefs, for it would be unnatural for me to speak as if I grieved with you, when I think I do not. If I were to see you, it might be otherwise. But I know you will pardon the trivialness of this letter ; and I only hope as I know that you have reason to be so that you are still happier than you are sad, and that you remember that the smallest seed of faith is of more worth than the largest fruit of happiness. I have no doubt

that out of S s death you sometimes draw

sweet consolation, not only for that, but for long-standing griefs, and may find some things made smooth by it, which before were rough.

I wish you would communicate with me, and not think me unworthy to know any of your thoughts. Don t think me unkind because I have not written to you. I confess it was for so poor a reason as that you almost made a princi ple of not answering. I could not speak truly with this ugly fact in the way ; and perhaps I wished to be assured, by such evidence as you could not voluntarily give, that it was a kind

ness. For every glance at the moon, does she