unworthy. In few natures does such love for the good and beautiful survive the ruin of all youthful hopes, the wreck of all illusions.
I supposed our intimacy would terminate when I left Cambridge. Its continuing to subsist is a matter of surprise to me. And I expected, ere this, you would have found some Hersilia, or such-like, to console you for losing your Natalia. See, my friend, I am three and twenty. I believe in love and friendship, but I cannot but notice that circumstances have appalling power, and that those links which are not riveted by situation, by interest, (I mean, not mere worldly interest, but the instinct of self-preservation,) may be lightly broken by a chance touch. I speak not in misanthropy, I believeDie Zeit ist schlecht, doch giebts noch grosse Herzen.Surely I maybe pardoned for aiming at the same results with the chivalrous ‘gift of the Gods.’ I cannot endure to be one of those shallow beings who can never get beyond the primer of experience,—who are ever saying,—Ich habe geglaubt, nun glaube ich erst recht,Yet, when you write, write freely, and if I don't like what you say, let me say so. I have ever been frank, as if I expected to be intimate with you good threescore years and ten. I am sure we shall always esteem each other. I have that much faith.
Und geht es auch wunderlich, geht es auch schlecht,
Ich bleibe in glaubigen Orden.