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For in one year we both were made,

Nay almost in one day-
So, ten to one, we both came from

One common heap of clay.

What? if I were not cast in near

So fine a mould as you My heart (or rather, M. your's)

Is tender, fond, and true.

Corporal Trim fets off to-day for our head quarters. My plan is laid so, that no discovery can take take place. Gods, that two such fouls, as your's and mine, Mould be obliged to descend to arts and plans! Were it not for your dear fake, I'd scorn to do any thing I would not wish discovered.

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To Mr.

H. 21 Feb. 1776.

All your plans are useless. The Corporal has made his forced march to no purpose. The fates are unkind. It is determined I am to go up post. So, we cannot poslībly be happy together, as we hoped to have been had our own horses drawn me up, in which case I must have flept upon the road. I am not clear old Robin Gray will not stay and attend me. Why cannot my Jamie? Cruel fortune! But in town we will be happy. When, again, thall I enjoy your dear society; as I did during that, to me at least, blessed snow? Nothing but my dear children could prevent our going with Cook to seek for happiness in worlds unknown. There must be some corner of the globe where mutual affection is respected.


Don't forget to meet me. Scratch out forget. I know how much you think of me. Too much for your peace, nay for

Indeed my H. look well. Pray be careful ! " Whatever wounds thy tender health, " Will kill thy M.'s too."

your health.

you don't

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Omiah is in good humour with me again.

What kind of animal should a naturalift expect from a native of Otaheite and an Huntingdonshire dairy-maid? If my eyes don't deceive me, Mr. Omniah will give us a specimen. Will you bring me some book to-morrow to divert me, as I poft it to town-that I' may forget, if it be possible, I am posting from you?

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To Miss

Hockerill, 1. March, 1776. It is your strict injunction that I do not offend you by suffering my pen to speak of last night. I will not, my M. nor should I, had you not injoined it. You once said a nearer acquaintance would make me change .my opinion of you. It has, I have changed my opinion. The more I know you, the more chaftely I think of you. Notwithstanding last night (what a night!), and our first too, I protest to God, I think of

you with as much purity, as if we were going to be married - You take my meaning, I am sure; because they are the thoughts I know you wish me to entertain of you.

You got to town safe, I hope. One letter may find me before I shall be able to leave Huntingdon, whither I return to-day; or, at least, to Cambridge. I am a fool about Crop, you know. And I am now


more tender of him, because lie has carried you. How little did we think that morning we should ever make each other fo happy!

Don't forget to write, and don't forget the key, against I come to town. As far as seeing you, I will use it sometimes; but never for an opportunity to indulge our

passion. That, positively, shall never ae gain happen under his roof. How did we

applaud each other for not suffering his walls at H. to be insulted with the first scene of it! And how happy were we both, after we waked from our dream of bliss, to think how often we had acted otherwise, during the time the snow shut me up at H.! a snow as dear to me, as to yourself.

My mind is' torn, rent, with ten thoufand thoughts and resolutions about you, and about myself.

When we meet, which shall be as we fixed, I may perhaps mention one idea to you.

Pray let us contrive to be together fome evening that your favourite Jephtha is performed,


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