9 may 1869· hartford， conn.
break our engagement， darling？ i would infinitely rather die. no， livy， if note is taken ofthe deeds of men， our troth is writ in the eternalrecords of heaven.we were created for each other， ＆ can no more wilfully separate than canthe forces of nature defy the god that created them.we are bound to each other by viewless chains that are strong as the granite ribs that linkthe mountains together，＆ more enduring than thepyramids that mock at the perishable vanities ofmen——for these chains are of eternity itself，＆cannot know death.
you are right when you say we shall not break our engagement.my life thenceforward would be only a vain ＆ foolish sort of existence， for i knowby every instinct that is in me that i am not capableof loving any other woman as i love you.and life is but a dull，eventless captivity without love.
to say that i am sorry for emma， but illexpresses it——for i can， after a fashion， divinewhat my torture would be if i were in her place.that i can divine one-half the magnitude of theterrible calamity， though，i do not pretend. itsuggests graves， madness， winding-sheets ＆death！——in a word， all horrors that can befallthe unfortunate. in presence of the thought， i feelas if i want to put my arms about you ＆ clasp youclose to my breast，＆ know ＆ feel that you are mydarling yet， that i have not lost you.
i am more than sorry for emma——i feel more kindly toward her than i ever did before——＆ my rebuking conscience iterates ＆ reiterates tome that all the time that i would have stood between you ＆ her ＆ bolted the sheltering doorsagainst her， she was seeking restful words for atroubled spirit ＆ balm for a sore heart.