LETTER XXXVII.
Mrs.HolmestoMyra.
Belleview, 12 o’clock at night.
I CANNOT rest—this affair lies so heavy on my mind, that sleep flies from my eye-lids. Your brothermustdiscontinue his addresses toHarriot—with what should I not have to upbraid myself, if, through my remissness—your brother marries his sister! GREAT God! of what materials hast thou compounded the hearts of thy creatures! admire, O, my friend! the operation of NATURE—and the power of SYMPATHY!
HarriotIS YOUR SISTER! I dispatch the bearer at this late hour to confide in your bosom the important secret!
Adieu!
Adieu!
Adieu!
Adieu!