LETTER XLIII.
The Hon. Mr.Harringtonto theRev. Mr.Holmes.
Boston.
MY heart failed me! twenty times have I attempted to break the matter to my son—and twenty times have I returned from the talk—I have a friend to acquaint him how nearly connected he already is with the object of his love. This is a new, and to me a sorrowful instance of the force ofSYMPATHY—My grief is insupportable—my affliction is greater than I can bear—it will bring down my grey hairs with sorrow to the grave.
Farewel!
Farewel!
Farewel!
Farewel!