Problems of life.
Already, too, at this time, each of the main problems of human life had been closely scanned and interrogated by her, and some of them had been much earlier settled.
A worshipper of beauty, why could not she also have been beautiful?—of the most radiant sociality, why should not she have been so placed, and so decorated, as to have led the fairest and highest?
In her journal is a bitter sentence, whose meaning I cannot mistake:
Of a disposition that requires the most refined, the most exalted tenderness, without charms to inspire it:—poor Mignon!
fear not the transition through death; no penal fires can have in store worse torments than thou art familiar with already.
In the month of May, she writes:—
When all things