_The Hon. Mr._ HARRINGTON to the _Rev. Mr._ HOLMES.
_Boston._
YOU very well know of my amour with _Maria_, and that a
daughter was the offspring of that illicit connexion—that sixteen years
have elapsed since, by your goodness, she has lived with Mrs. _Francis_,
and let me add, daily improving in beauty and every amiable
accomplishment—but how shall we be able—how shall we pretend to
investigate the great springs by which we are actuated, or account for
the operation of SYMPATHY—my son, who has been at home about eight
weeks, has accidentally seen her, and to complete THE TRIUMPH OF
NATURE—has loved her. He is now even upon the point of marrying—shall I
proceed!—_of marrying his Sister!_—A circumstance seemingly fortuitous
has discovered this important affair—I fly to prevent incest—Do not
upbraid me with being author of my own misfortunes.—“This comes of your
libertinism,” you will say, “this comes of your adultery!”—Spare your
reflections, my friend—my heart is monitor enough—I am strangely
agitated!
Adieu!