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That she was cruel to me; she was born
0 would it not (I dare not think it so)
1 could so comfort you.
One portion of your letter. What, you say,
LEONARD TO STEPHEN.
San Remo: Dec. 31, 18-2. I Write in great perplexity; my wife Has partly lost her reason; you are one Who knows our circumstances, also one Who knows where best to look for help in this Or similar cases; to the facts you know Add what I send you now; lay them before The most approved authority; I care not If you consult the College of Physicians From one end to the other; only spare No effort, no expense, to send me back Some sound advice. There is a doctor here, An Englishman, and not by any means
An ordinary man; but you will see
In three months
It may be, for good motives;) this sweet friend
Was one of those who think a bishop's hat
The emblem of salvation; she had taken
The counsel of another friend, a priest,—
A sort of' House-that-Jack-built' passing on
From one mouth to another ; for the priest
Has got a wife, and she, no doubt, again
Has other wives and other priests, and so
Ad infinitum; much am I surprised
That we have not been favoured with the thoughts
Of the fourteenth in order;—well, this friend
Had been so kind as not to hurl us both,—
Or rather, not my wife, for I was damned,—
Into perdition for our primal fault;
But held out little hope of anything
Except perdition, did we persevere
To mock ' God's ordinance,' and hide our sin
Beneath the shelter of those holy names
'Which are the Church's special right to give.'
(This passage I remember). Would you think
That dolts like these existed? If they read,
Without Church spectacles, the book they swear by,
They could not talk such nonsense for an hour.
I showed my wife these letters ; they were not
Intended for her eyes; perhaps I erred.
Of course the doctrine they were meant to teach
Was nothing to her; (let me press on you
The fact that, howsoe'er impossible
The world may think it, I have cause to know
That so far from a loss of self-respect,
Or purity, resulting to my wife
Through her departure from accustomed forms,
She gains in both; I never saw a woman
So self-respectful, or so feminine,
Or half so pure, not even Eucharis
Before she was my wife.) The doctrine, then,
This letter thought to teach concerned her not,
But there was poison in it for her peace.
She read it through, and then she turned to me
With eyes all streaming; 'It is tr"\' he said,