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LETTER XXII.
Hampshire.
Can time, can distance, can absence
allay, or extinguish the sentiments of refined affection,
the ardor of true love? No, my dear
Eliza. If I may judge by my own heart, I shall
say they cannot. Amidst the parade which
has attended me, the interesting scenes in which
I have been engaged, and the weighty cares,
which have occupied my attention, your idea
has been the solace of my retired moments;
the soother of every anxious thought. I recal,
with pleasure, the conversation which we have
favor which I have received from you. My
first wish is the continuance and increase of these
favors; my highest ambition, to deserve them.
I look forward and anticipate with impatience,
the future enjoyment of your society; and hope
we shall one day experience the reality of those
beautiful lines of Thompson:
Content, retirement, rural quiet, friendship;
Books, ease and alternate labor, useful life;
Progreflive virtue, and approving heaven;
These are the matchless joys of virtuous love.”
Mr. Selby, my particular friend, will have the
honor of delivering this letter. He will be able
to give you any information, relative to our public
transactions, which you may wish. May I
solicit the favor of a line, through him, in return?
It will relieve, in some measure, the tediousness
of this separation. I intend to pay my
respects to you personally, in about a fortnight;
till when, I subscribe myself your sincere and affectionate
friend,
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