EDGEWORTHSTOWN, _June 20, '98._

Hitherto all has been quiet in our county, and we know nothing of the

dreadful disturbances in other parts of the country but what we see in

the newspapers. I am sorry my uncle and Richard were obliged to leave

you and my dear aunt, as I know the continual state of suspense and

anxiety in which you must live while they are away. I fear that we may

soon know by experience what you feel, for my father sees in to-night's

paper that Lord Cornwallis is coming over here as Lord-Lieutenant; and

he thinks it will be his duty to offer his services in any manner in

which they can be advantageous. Why cannot we be left in peace to enjoy

our happiness? that is all we have the conscience to ask! We are indeed

happy: the more I see of my friend and mother, the more I love and

esteem her, and the more I feel the truth of all that I have heard you

say in her praise. I do not think I am _much_ prejudiced by her

partiality for me, though I do feel most grateful for her kindness. I

never saw my father at any period of his life appear so happy as he

does, and has done for this month past; and you know that he _tastes_

happiness as much as any human being can. He is not of the number of

those _qui avalent leurs plaisirs, il sait les goûter._ So little change

has been made in the way of living, that you would feel as if you were

going on with your usual occupations and conversation amongst us. We

laugh and talk, and enjoy the good of every day, which is more than

sufficient. How long this may last we cannot tell. I am going on in the

old way, writing stories. I cannot be a captain of dragoons, and sitting

with my hands before me would not make any of us one degree safer. I

know nothing more of _Practical Education_: it is advertised to be

published. I have finished a volume of wee, wee stories, about the size

of the "Purple Jar," all about Rosamond. "Simple Susan" went to Foxhall

a few days ago, for Lady Anne to carry to England.

My father has made our little room so nice for us; they are all fresh

painted and papered. O rebels! O French! spare them! We have never

injured you, and all we wish is to see everybody as happy as ourselves.

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