_Myra_ to Mrs. _Holmes_.
_Boston._
IN what words shall I describe to you, my dear friend, the
misery that has suddenly overwhelmed us! It is impossible to communicate
the distressed situation of _Harriot_—Expression is inadequate to give
you an idea of our meeting.—I called her my friend—my sister—She always
loved me—but joy and affection gave way to passion—Her speech refused
its office—
Sorrow in all its pomp was there,
Mute and magnificent without a tear.
SHE had gained a sister—she had lost a lover—a burst of joy would
suddenly break from her, but it was of short duration—and was succeeded
by pangs of exquisite distress—nature was unable to support it, and she
fainted under the weight of severe conflict. Her constitution at best is
feeble; her present illness is therefore attended with more
danger—Unless a speedy alteration should take place, the physician has
little hopes of her recovery.—Heaven preserve us!
Farewel!