LETTER V.
Miss MYRA HARRINGTON to Mrs.
HOLMES.
Are the rural pleasures of Belleview,
my dear friend, so engaging as to debar
us of the pleasure of your company
forever? Do your dear groves, and your
books, still employ your meditating mind?
Serious sentimentalist as you are, let me ask,
whether a Ball, a Concert or Serenade,
would not afford you the satisfaction of a
contemplative walk in your garden, listening
to the love tales of the melodious inhabitants
of the air?
RAILLERY apart—when shall I take upon
myself the honour to wait upon you
here?—I want to advise with you on certain
points of female conduct, and about my
new dress—I have heard you say, lessons to
a volatile mind should be fresh and fresh applied,
because it either pretends to despise
them, or has a tendency to degeneracy—
Now you must know I am actually degenerating
for want of some of your Mentor
like lessons of instruction. I have scarcely
any opinion of my own, these fashions,
changing about so often, are enough to vitiate
the best taste in the world.
I FORGOT to tell you my brother has
been at home this month; but, from certain
indubitable symptoms, I suspect the
young man to be in love.
HEIGHHO! what is become of Worthy?
The time of my liberty steals away, for you
know I was to have three or four months
of liberty before I gave myself up to his authority,
and relinquished all my right and
title to the name of
