Memoirs of Anne C.L. Botta,: written by her friends. With selections from her correspondence and from her writings in prose and poetry.

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individuality in the great ocean of being; and that
life, while we have our small "pipes" in communication with this ocean, is full of variety, emotion,
sensation, joy, pain, and pleasure. So let us dash on
with it, enjoying what we can, bearing what is to be
borne, and meeting the close of it all, which at the
farthest cannot be far off, with heroism and calmness.
Death may come to us any moment; or to those
whom we love, which is worse. My desire is to
live for your sake more than for my own. And
while we both are as well as we are now, what is
the use of looking forward and fearing something
which may never happen?
My dearest one, I could go on preaching through
another sheet; but, as. you know, I have always to
turn the crank to my own organ; so I will stop
here...
...The time is passing away very fast, even
here; and between reading and modeling I am very
busy. I have just finished reading the third volume
of the "Dutch Republic," making in all about sixteen
hundred pages in less than three weeks. It is extremely interesting and brilliant, and I have learned a
great deal in reading it. I have now just begun one
of Scott's novels. Now that I have a little real leisure, I am overwhelmed with the number of books I
want to read.
... Mr. V came to see me yesterday. I met
him at Goupil's, and had a very pleasant talk with
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