text:  Every thing before me every thing around me will then fade away except the present bliss--to be with you! O how burning and how light will my soul be! Liquid sunshine will flow in my veins--I shall float in heaven like the sun! To forget all by your side is a bliss prouder than the highest wisdom! * * * * * I have read stories of love of the charms of woman--of the perfidy of man--but no heroine approaches my Seltanetta in loveliness of soul or body--not one of the heroes do I resemble--I envy them the fascination I admire the wisdom of lovers in books--but then how weak how cold is their love! It is a moonbeam playing on ice! Whence come these European babblers of Tharsis--these nightingales of the market-place--these sugared confections of flowers? I cannot believe that people can love passionately and prate of their love--even as a hired mourner laments over the dead