LETTER XXIV.
HarriottoMyra.
Rhodeisland.
MRS.Francisis not altogether pleased with her journey to this part of the country—She does not delight to brood over sorrow—She flies from the house of mourning, to scenes of dissipation—and, like the rest of the world, bears the misfortunes of her friends with a most christian fortitude: The melancholy aspect of affairs here, will therefore shorten our visit—so you may expect us atBostonin a few days.
MY faithful lover (with whom I will certainlymake you acquainted in a short time) continues to write to me in very passionate and sentimental strains. His last letter proves him to be atolerable maker of rhymesand I inclose it for yourentertainment.
I am, my dear,Your most affectionate Friend.
I am, my dear,Your most affectionate Friend.
I am, my dear,Your most affectionate Friend.
I am, my dear,
Your most affectionate Friend.