Mrs. _Holmes_ to _Myra_.
_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 brother _must_ discontinue his addresses to
_Harriot_—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!
_Harriot_ IS YOUR SISTER! I dispatch the bearer at this late hour to
confide in your bosom the important secret!
Adieu!