_Myra_ to Mrs. _Holmes_.
_Boston._
ACCEPT my warmest acknowledgment, my good friend, for your
kindness.—Your letter sufficiently explains your former anxiety—it has
removed all ambiguities.
YOUR servant entered hastily with the letter—and gave it me with evident
tokens of its containing a matter of importance.—My father was present—I
broke it open, not without agitation—I read it—but the shock was too
severe—it fell from my hands, and I sunk into the chair.
MY fainting was not of any duration. I opened my eyes and found my
father supporting me—but the idea of _Harriot_ was still engraven deeply
in my heart.—I inquired for my sister—the tear rolled down his cheek—it
was a sufficient answer to my inquiry.—He said nothing—there was no
necessity of his saying a word.
COULD I ask him to explain your letter? No—my heart anticipated his
feelings—the impropriety struck me at once. “_You have a tale to
unfold._” Do not delay to unfold it.
Adieu!