LETTER XV.
HARRINGTON to WORTHY.
Am I to believe my eyes—my
ears—my heart!—and yet I cannot be deceived.—We
are generally most stupid and
incredulous in what most materially concerns
us. We find the greatest difficulty,
in persuading ourselves of the attainment of
what we most ardently desire—She loves!
—I say to myself, Harriot loves me, and I
reverence myself.
I THINK I may now take upon me some
share of happiness—I may say I have not
lived in vain—for all my heart holds dear is
mine—joy and love encompass me—peace
and tranquillity are before me; the prospect
is fair and promising as the gilded dawn of
a summer's day—There is none to supplant
me in her affection—I dread no rival, for
our tempers are similar, and our hearts beat
in unison together.
Adieu!
