however, nothing but a woman, condemned to patience, propriety, and petticoats for life, I must respect the house- keeper’s opinions, and try to compose myself in some feeble and feminine way.
Reading is out of the question—I can’t fix my attention on books. Let me try if I can write myself into sleepiness and fatigue. My journal has been very much neglected of late. What can I recall— standing, as I now do, on the threshold of a new life—of persons and events,
however, nothing but a woman, condemned to patience, propriety, and petticoats for life, I must respect the house- keeper’s opinions, and try to compose myself in some feeble and feminine way.
Reading is out of the question—I can’t fix my attention on books. Let me try if I can write myself into sleepiness and fatigue. My journal has been very much neglected of late. What can I recall— standing, as I now do, on the threshold of a new life—of persons and events,
