Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895 edition. Excerpt: ... feel that starvation, and the enmity of the entire Principality would be light in the balance. I couldn't give you the faintest notion of what we talked about, for I really don't know. What I longed to ask, but couldn't very well, was about how often this dreary ceremony had got to be gone through. Will it have to be weekly, or monthly, do you suppose, in order to carry conviction to the mind of the Cambrian farmer? LETTER XXI July 4th. You complain of my silence; and I thought I had been exercising the most commendable self-control in refraininof from writing. "Why," I thought, "should I bore her with constant letters? Nothing happens to me; I have nothing fresh to tell; I have seen no one new; I have described the place and its neighbourhood. She can't be anxious about me; she knows I am never ill, and the amiable design to starve me out came to an end almost before I had realised its existence. If I write, I shall only write about myself and my own feelings, which is bad for me, and self-indulgent, and morbid, and I shall probably grumble, and very likely make her unhappy." So I refrained even from bad words, but I beg you to believe that it was pain and grief to me. Oh, Milly dear, I wish I hadn't written those last words, they'll shock you. I knew I should do something in bad taste like that, if I wrote in my present mood. But if I tear this up and begin again, I may say something worse, so let us compound for that, and proceed. It is a pity your demand for a letter has come just when my mood is dark, for I have been very tolerably calm and happy, for the1 most part, during the last few weeks. It is quite surprising to me, in looking back, to find how few fits of bitterness and depression I have had since I came to Wales, in spite...
