LETTER 146.

To Mrs. Temple, Pall Mall.

Silleri, May 24.

Emily has wrote to you, and appears more composed; she does not

however tell me what she has resolved; she has only mentioned a design

of spending a week at Quebec. I suppose she will take no resolution

till your brother comes down: he cannot be here in less than ten days.

She has heard from him, and he has fixed on a settlement: depend

however on his return to England, even if it is not to stay. I wish he

could prevail on Mrs. Rivers to accompany him back. The advantages of

his design are too great to lose; the voyage is nothing; the climate

healthy beyond all conception.

I fancy he will marry as soon as he comes down from Montreal, set

off in the first ship for England, leave Emily with me, and return to

us next year: at least, this is the plan my heart has formed.

I wish Mrs. Rivers had born his absence better; her impatience to

see him has broken in on all our schemes; Emily and I had in fancy

formed a little Eden on Lake Champlain: Fitzgerald had promised me to

apply for lands near them; we should have been so happy in our little

new world of friendship.

There is nothing certain in this vile state of existence: I could

philosophize extremely well this morning.

All our little plans of amusement too for this summer are now at an

end; your brother was the soul of all our parties. This is a trifle,

but my mind to-day seeks for every subject of chagrin.

Let but my Emily be happy, and I will not complain, even if I lose

her: I have a thousand fears, a thousand uneasy reflections: if you

knew her merit, you would not wish to break the attachment.

My sweet Emily is going this morning to Quebec; I have promised to

accompany her, and she now waits for me.

I cannot write: I have a heaviness about my heart, which has never

left me since I read your letter. 'Tis the only disagreable one I ever

received from my dear Lucy: I am not sure I love you so well as before

I saw this letter. There is something unfeeling in the style of it,

which I did not expect from you.

Adieu! your faithful

A. Fermor.

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