LETTER XVIII.
HarringtontoWorthy.
Boston.
MY beloved has left me for a while—she has attended Mrs.Francisin a journey to Rhodeisland—and here am I—anxious—solitary—alone!—
NO thoughts, but thoughts ofHarriot, are permitted to agitate me. She is in my view all the day long, and when I retire to rest my imagination is still possessed with ideas ofHarriot.
Adieu!
Adieu!
Adieu!
Adieu!