The life and letters of Laurence Sterne . ost, dined out—That they thoughtI was broken hearted, for she never enterd theroom or passed by the door, but she heard mesigh heavily—That I neither eat or slept ortook pleasure in any Thing as before, exceptwriting. The Observation will draw a Sigh, Eliza, fromthy feeling heart—and yet, so thy heart wd wishto have it—tis fit in truth We suffer equally—nor can it be otherwise—when the Causes ofAnguish in two hearts are so proportiond, asin ours.—Surely—Surely—Thou art mine, Eliza !for dear have I bought thee ! Ap. 27. Things go better with me, Eliza !
The life and letters of Laurence Sterne . ost, dined out—That they thoughtI was broken hearted, for she never enterd theroom or passed by the door, but she heard mesigh heavily—That I neither eat or slept ortook pleasure in any Thing as before, exceptwriting. The Observation will draw a Sigh, Eliza, fromthy feeling heart—and yet, so thy heart wd wishto have it—tis fit in truth We suffer equally—nor can it be otherwise—when the Causes ofAnguish in two hearts are so proportiond, asin ours.—Surely—Surely—Thou art mine, Eliza !for dear have I bought thee ! Ap. 27. Things go better with me, Eliza !and I shall be reestablishd soon, except in bodilyweakness ; not yet being able to rise from thyarm chair, and walk to the other corner of myroom, and back to it again without fatigue—Ishall double my Journey to-morrow, and if theday is warm the day after be got into my Car-riage and be transported into Hyde park for theadvantage of air and exercise—wast thou butbesides me, I could go to Salt hill, Im sure, and 11 *. O pq O c, -W o 5 193 THE JOURNAL TO ELIZA 195 feel the Journey short and pleasant. AnotherTime. ******_tne present, alas ! is not pore so much 011 thy Picture—/ have it offby heart—dear girl—oh tis sweet ! tis kind !tis refreshing ! tis affectionate ! tis—thine myBramine—I say my matins and Vespers to it—I quiet my Murmurs, by the Spirit which speaksin it— all will end well, my Yorick.—I declare,my dear Bramine, I am so secured and wraptup in this Belief That I would not part with theImagination, of how happy I am to be with thee,for all the Offers of present Interest or Happi-ness the whole world could tempt me with ; inthe loneliest Cottage that Love and Humilityever dwelt in, with thee along with me, I couldpossess more refined Content, Than in the mostglittering Court, and with thy Love and fidelity,taste truer joys, my Eliza ! and make thee alsopartake of more, than all the senseless paradeof this silly world could
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