Miss _Harriot Fawcet_
to Miss _Myra Harrington_.
_Boston._
I HAVE somehow bewitched a new lover, my dear _Myra_—a smart,
clever fellow too—and the youth expresses such fondness and passion that
I begin to feel afraid even to pity him—for love will certainly follow.
I own to you I _esteem_ him very much, but must I go any farther? He is
extremely generous—polite—gay—and I believe if you were to see him, your
partiality in his favor would exceed mine.
I NEVER saw my poor swain so seemingly disconcerted and abashed as he
was a few days ago—he appeared to have something very particular to
communicate, but his tongue faultered—ought not one to help out a modest
youth in such cases?
Yours &c.