peared like gems on the brow of beauty, diffusing brilliance as a whole, yet each possessing an individual value, they alike seemed to think that the happiest thing belonging to her was the power of hearing from Isabella and Mary most frequently. "You see," said Georgiana, "Charles will have letters from Mr. Glentworth, and Louisa letters from our sisters, at the same time; and, between the two, they will learn every thing that belongs to them: they will, as it were, eat at the same table, dress in the same colours, see the same things, and think with the same thoughts; how happy Louisa will be! she will have her old friends in her new home."
Of course, the poor girl knew little of those missives called "letters of business," which, although they direct all the great affairs of mankind, and are constantly employed in sending forth or recalling that mighty power which commands men, controls circumstances, constitutes the sinews of war and the charm of peace, has little to do in wafting either a smile or "sigh from Indus to the Pole." Little did they dream in how few lines might be given all that their two brothers-in-law were likely to say to each other. The free pen, prone to pour out the suggestions of artless affection, vivid imagination, or domestic anecdote, is as much woman's especial instrument as the needle: how many heavy hours have been lightened by both? how much pleasure has the former communicated to others? how often has the latter tranquillized the spirits, or diverted the anxieties of her own heart!
