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Inclosed is a fong, which came into my hands by an accident since we parted. Neither the words nor the music, I take it, will displease you.
When your beauty appears
In its graces and airs, All bright as an angel new dropp'd from the sky;
At distance I gaze, and am awed by my fears, So strangely you dazzle my eye!
But when, without art,
Your kind thoughts you impart, When love runs in blushes thro' every vein ; When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in,
your heart, Then I know your’e a woman again.
“ There's a passion and pride
" In your sex,” she replied, " And thus might I gratify both, I would do ;
“ As an angel appear to each lover beside, 66 But still be a woman to you.”
Cannon Coffee-houle, Charing Cross,
17 March, 76. No further than this can I get from you, before I assure you that every word I said just now came from the bottom of my heart. I never shall be happy, never shall be in my senses, till you consent to marry
And notwithstanding the dear night at Hockerill, and the other which your ingenuity procured me last week in D. street, I swear by the bliss of bliffes, I never will taste it again till you are my wife. .
L E T T E R XXI.
To the Same.
17 March, 76. Though you can hardly have read my laft fcrawl, I must pester you with another.
has been your part, from the beginning of the piece, to mine .? I was obliged to act a part even to you. It was my business not to let you see how unhappy the artifices, to which I have submitted, made me.
And that they did 'embitter even our happiest moments. But fate stands between ns.
We are doomed to be wretched. And I, every now and then, think fome terrible cataftrophe will come of our connection.
"Some dire event,” as Storge prophetically says in Jephtha,“ hangs o'er our heads;
“ Some woeful song we have to fing “In misery extreme.-O never, never “ Was my foreboding mind distress'a be
fore « With such incessant pangs.!”
Oh, that it were no crime to quit this world like Faldoni and Teresa ! and that we might be happy together in some other world, where gold and silver are unknown!
By your hand I could even die with pleasure. I know I could.
“ Insuperable reason.” Yes, my H., there is, and you force it from me. Yet, better to tell you, than to have you doubt my love; that love which is now my religion. I have hardly any God but you. I almoft offer up my prayers to you, as well as for you.
Know then, if you was to marry me, you would marry some hundred pounds worth of debts! and that you never shall do.
Do you remember a folemn oath you tock in one of your letters, when I was ; down at H.? and how you told me asterwards it must be so, because you had so solemnly fworn it?
In the same folemn and dreadful words I fwear that I never will marry you, happy as it would make me, while I owe a shilling in the world. Jephtha's vow is past.
What your letter says about my poor children made' me weep; but it shall not make me change my resolution.
It is a further reason why I should not.-" If I do not marry you; I do not love you!” Gracious powers of love! Does my H. say so? my not marrying you is the strongest proof I can give you of my love. And Heaven, you know, has heard my vow. Do you respect it, and never tempt me to break it--for not even you will ever succeed. - Till I have some better portion than debts, I never will be your's.
Then what is to be done ? you ask. Why, I'll tell you, H. Your determination to drop all particular intercourse till marriage has made us one, flatters me more than I can tell you, because it shews me your opinion of me in the strongest light; it almost restores me to my own good opinion. The copy of verses you brought me on that subject, is superior to any thing I ever read. They shall be thy M.'s morning prayer, and her evening song. While you are in Ireland
Yes, my love, in Ireland. Be ruled by