_Harriot_ to _Myra_.
_Rhodeisland._
MRS. _Francis_ is not altogether pleased with her journey to
this part of the country—She does not delight to brood over sorrow—She
flies from the house of mourning, to scenes of dissipation—and, like the
rest of the world, bears the misfortunes of her friends with a most
christian fortitude: The melancholy aspect of affairs here, will
therefore shorten our visit—so you may expect us at _Boston_ in a few
days.
MY faithful lover (with whom I will certainly make you acquainted in a
short time) continues to write to me in very passionate and sentimental
strains. His last letter proves him to be a _tolerable maker of rhymes_
and I inclose it for your _entertainment_.
I am, my dear,
Your most affectionate Friend.