Eloisa : $b or, A series of original letters — Jean-Jacques Rousseau — John Shaqi
Eloisa : $b or, A series of original letters
Jean-Jacques Rousseau · en
I understand, and tremble for you: not that I think your danger so
great as your imagination would suggest. Your fears make me less
apprehensive for the present; but I am terrified with the thought of
what may hereafter happen: should you be unable to conquer your
passion, what will become of you! Alas, poor Chaillot, how often has
she foretold, that your first sigh would mark your fortune. Ah!
Eloisa, so young, and thy destiny already accomplished? Much I fear we
shall find the want of that sensible woman whom, in your opinion, we
have lost for our advantage. Sure I am, it would be advantageous for
us to fall into still safer hands; but she has made us too knowing to
be governed by another, yet not sufficiently so to govern ourselves:
she only was able to shield us from the danger to which, by her
indiscretion, we are exposed. She was extremely communicative, and,
considering our age, we ourselves seem to have thought pretty deeply.
The ardent and tender friendship which hath united us, almost from our
cradles, expanded our hearts, and ripened them into sensibility
perhaps a little premature. We are not ignorant of the passions, as to
their symptoms and effects; the art of suppressing them seems to be
all we want. Heaven grant that our young philosopher may know this art
better than we.
By _we_ you know who I mean: for my part, Chaillot used always to say,
that my giddiness would be my security in the place of reason, that I
should never have sense enough to be in love, and that I was too
constantly foolish to be guilty of a great folly. My dear Eloisa, be
careful of yourself! the better she thought of your understanding, the
more she was apprehensive of your heart. Nevertheless, let not your
courage sink. Your prudence and your honour, I am certain, will exert
their utmost, and I assure you, on my part, that friendship shall do
every thing in its power. If we are too knowing for our years, yet our
manners have been hitherto spotless and irreproachable. Believe me, my
dear, there are many girls, who though they may have more simplicity,
have less virtue than ourselves: we know what virtue means, and are
virtuous by choice; and that seems to me the most secure.