LETTER IV.
Miss HARRIOT FAWCET to Miss MYRA
HARRINGTON.
I have somehow bewitched a
new lover, my dear Myra—a smart, clever
fellow too—and the youth expresses such
fondness and passion that I begin to feel
afraid even to pity him—for love will certainly
follow. I own to you I esteem him
very much, but must I go any farther? He
is extremely generous—polite—gay—and I
believe if you were to see him, your partiality
in his favour would exceed mine.
I NEVER saw my poor swain so seemingly
disconcerted and abashed as he was a few
days ago—he appeared to have something
very particular to communicate, but his
tongue faultered—ought not one to help
out a modest youth in such cases?
