inconsiderate, and unjust, to conduct as if you were the only party aggrieved! Has not your Friend always equal ground of complaint ? No doubt my Friends sometimes speak to me in vain, but they do not know what things I hear which they are not aware that they have spoken. I know^ that I have frequently disappointed them by not giving them words when they expected them, or such as they expected. Whenever I see my Friend I speak to him, but the expector, the man with the ears, is not he. They will complain, too, that you are hard. O ye that would have the cocoanut wrong side outwards, when next I weep I will let you know. They ask for words and deeds, when a true relation is word and deed. If they know not of these things, how can they be informed? We often forbear to confess our feelings, not from pride, but for fear that we could not continue to love the one who required us to give such proof of our affection.
I know a woman who possesses a restless and
intelligent mind, interested in her own culture,
and earnest to enjoy the highest possible
advantages, and I meet her with pleasure as a
natural person who not a little provokes me,
and, I suppose, is stimulated in turn by myself.
Yet our acquaintance plainly does not attain to
that degree of confidence and sentiment which
women, which all, in fact, covet. I am glad to
help her, as I am helped by her; I like very well
to know her with a sort of stranger's privilege,
and hesitate to visit her often, like her other
Friends. My nature pauses here, I do not well
know why 
Perhaps she does not make the
highest demand on me, a religious demand. Some,
