LETTER XV.
HarringtontoWorthy.
Boston.
AM I to believe my eyes—my ears-my heart!—and yet I cannot be deceived.—We are generally most stupid and incredulous in what most materially concerns us. We find the greatest difficulty in persuading ourselves of the attainments of what we most ardently desire—She loves!—I say to myself, “Harriotloves me,” and I reverence myself.
I THINK I may now take upon me some share of happiness—I may say I have notlived in vain—for all my heart holds dear is mine—joy and love encompass me—peace and tranquillity are before me; the prospect is fair and promising as the gilded dawn of a summer’s day—There is none to supplant me in her affections—I dread no rival, for our tempers are similar, and our hearts beat in unison together.
Adieu!
Adieu!
Adieu!
Adieu!