LETTER XLVIII.
HarringtontoWorthy.
Boston.
MY dear friend, I have a great desire to see you—I wish you could come home speedily—I must be short—I have some serious business to do.
Farewel!
Farewel!
Farewel!
Farewel!
P. S. THEY say life is a blessing and it is our duty to improve and enjoy it; but when life becomes insupportable and we find no blessing in it—have we not a right to resign it?
Farewel!
Farewel!
Farewel!
Farewel!