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"Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts, catarrhs,

rheums, cachexia, bradypepsia, bad eyes, stone, and collick,

crudities, oppilations, vertigo, winds, consumptions, and

all such diseases as come by over-much sitting: they are

most part lean, dry, ill-colored . . . and all through

immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. If you will not

believe the truth of this, look upon great Tostatus and

Thomas Aquainas' works; and tell me whether those men took

pains."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy, P. I, s. 2.

This was Mr. Casaubon's letter.

MY DEAR MISS BROOKE,--I have your guardian's permission to address you

on a subject than which I have none more at heart. I am not, I trust,

mistaken in the recognition of some deeper correspondence than that of

date in the fact that a consciousness of need in my own life had arisen

contemporaneously with the possibility of my becoming acquainted with

you. For in the first hour of meeting you, I had an impression of your

eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected, I

may say, with such activity of the affections as even the

preoccupations of a work too special to be abdicated could not

uninterruptedly dissimulate); and each succeeding opportunity for

observation has given the impression an added depth by convincing me

more emphatically of that fitness which I had preconceived, and thus

evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now

referred. Our conversations have, I think, made sufficiently clear to

you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited, I am aware, to

the commoner order of minds. But I have discerned in you an elevation

of thought and a capability of devotedness, which I had hitherto not

conceived to be compatible either with the early bloom of youth or with

those graces of sex that may be said at once to win and to confer

distinction when combined, as they notably are in you, with the mental

qualities above indicated. It was, I confess, beyond my hope to meet

with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive,

adapted to supply aid in graver labors and to cast a charm over vacant

hours; and but for the event of my introduction to you (which, let me

again say, I trust not to be superficially coincident with

foreshadowing needs, but providentially related thereto as stages

towards the completion of a life's plan), I should presumably have gone

on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a

matrimonial union.

Such, my dear Miss Brooke, is the accurate statement of my feelings;

and I rely on your kind indulgence in venturing now to ask you how far

your own are of a nature to confirm my happy presentiment. To be

accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your

welfare, I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. In

return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted, and the

faithful consecration of a life which, however short in the sequel, has

no backward pages whereon, if you choose to turn them, you will find

records such as might justly cause you either bitterness or shame. I

await the expression of your sentiments with an anxiety which it would

be the part of wisdom (were it possible) to divert by a more arduous

labor than usual. But in this order of experience I am still young,

and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel

that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary

illumination of hope.