_Harrington_ to _Worthy_.
_Boston._
AM I to believe my eyes—my ears-my heart!—and yet I cannot be
deceived.—We are generally most stupid and incredulous in what most
materially concerns us. We find the greatest difficulty in persuading
ourselves of the attainments of what we most ardently desire—She
loves!—I say to myself, “_Harriot_ loves me,” and I reverence myself.
I THINK I may now take upon me some share of happiness—I may say I have
not lived in vain—for all my heart holds dear is mine—joy and love
encompass me—peace and tranquillity are before me; the prospect is fair
and promising as the gilded dawn of a summer’s day—There is none to
supplant me in her affections—I dread no rival, for our tempers are
similar, and our hearts beat in unison together.
Adieu!