LETTER XLII.
The Hon. Mr.Harringtonto theRev. Mr.Holmes.
Boston.
YOU very well know of my amour withMaria, and that a daughter was the offspring of that illicit connexion—that sixteen years have elapsed since, by your goodness, she has lived with Mrs.Francis, and let me add, daily improving in beauty and every amiable accomplishment—but how shall we be able—how shall we pretend to investigate the great springs by which we are actuated, or account for the operation ofSYMPATHY—my son, who has been at homeabout eight weeks, has accidentally seen her, and to completeTHE TRIUMPH OF NATURE—has loved her. He is now even upon the point of marrying—shall I proceed!—of marrying his Sister!—A circumstance seemingly fortuitous has discovered this important affair—I fly to prevent incest—Do not upbraid me with being author of my own misfortunes.—“This comes of your libertinism,” you will say, “this comes of your adultery!”—Spare your reflections, my friend—my heart is monitor enough—I am strangely agitated!
Adieu!
Adieu!
Adieu!
Adieu!