_[Paris] Jan. 15 [1795]._
I was just going to begin my letter with the fag end of a song, which
would only have told you, what I may as well say simply, that it is
pleasant to forgive those we love. I have received your two letters, dated
the 26th and 28th of December, and my anger died away. You can scarcely
conceive the effect some of your letters have produced on me. After
longing to hear from you during a tedious interval of suspense, I have
seen a superscription written by you.--Promising myself pleasure, and
feeling emotion, I have laid it by me, till the person who brought it,
left the room--when, behold! on opening it, I have found only half a dozen
hasty lines, that have damped all the rising affection of my soul.