LETTER XXVI.
Myrato Mrs.Holmes.
Boston.
IN one of my former letters I acquainted you that I suspected my brother to be in love, and now Madam, I am enabled to tell you with whom—the amiableHarriot.
Harriotattended Mrs.Francisin her journey toRhodeisland, and our young hero has, in her absence, been dreaming of his mistress; and, in a letter to her has written a description of his visionary interview.Harriot, with whom I maintain a constant correspondence, and who keeps no secret from me,inclosed the verses in her last, when lo! the handwriting of MasterHarrington.
I WAS a little mortified that the young man had kept me in ignorance of his amour all this time, and this morning determined upon a little innocent revenge—“Tommy,” said I, as he entered the room, “here is a piece of poetry, written by an acquaintance of mine—I want your judgment on it”—“Poetry or rhyme,” answered he, advancing towards me, and casting his eyes upon it—He took the letter and began to read—“Why do you blush, young man?” said I, “Harriotis a fine girl.”—
THIS produced anéclaircissement, and as the matter must remain secret, for a certain weighty reason, I am to be theconfidante.
I MUST acknowledge to you, Mrs.Holmes, there is a certainje ne sais quoiin my amiablefriend, that has always interested her in my favour—I have an affection for her which comes from the heart—an affection which I do not pretend to account for—Her dependance upon Mrs.Francishurts me—I do not think this lady is the gentle, complaisant being, that she appears to be in company—To behold so fine a girl in so disagreeable a situation, might at first attract my commiseration and esteem, and a more intimate knowledge of her virtues might have ripened them into love. Certain it is, however, that whom I admire as a friend, I could love as aSISTER. In the feelings of the heart there can be no dissimulation.
PLEASE to tell Mr.Worthy, he may continue to write, and that I will condescend to read his letters.
Farewel!
Farewel!
Farewel!
Farewel!