To Miss Montague, Rose-hill, Berkshire.
Temple-house, Sept. 16.
I have but a moment, my dearest Emily, to tell you heaven favors
your tenderness: it removes every anxiety from two of the worthiest and
most gentle of human hearts.
You and my brother have both lamented to me the painful necessity
you were under, of reducing my mother to a less income than that to
which she had been accustomed.
An unexpected event has restored to her more than what her
tenderness for my brother had deprived her of.
A relation abroad, who owed every thing to her father's friendship,
has sent her, as an acknowledgement of that friendship, a deed of gift,
settling on her four hundred pounds a year for life.
My brother is at Stamford, and is yet unacquainted with this
agreable event.
You will hear from him next post.
Adieu! my dear Emily!
Your affectionate
L. Temple.