LETTER XVI.
HARRINGTON to WORTHY.
Love softens and refines the
manners—polishes the asperities of aukwardness,
and fits us for the society of gentle beings.
It goes further, it mends the heart,
and makes us better men—it gives the fainthearted
an extraordinary strength of soul,
and renders them equal and frequently
superiour to danger and distress.
MY passions you know are quick, my prejudices
sometimes obstinate—She tells me
these things are wrong—This gentle reprimand
is so tempered with love that I think
she commends me. I however promise a
reform, and am much pleased with my improvement.
Harriot moulds my heart into
what form she choofes.
A LITTLE party is proposed tomorrow
evening, and I shall attend Harriot. These
elegant relaxations prevent the degeneracy
of human nature, exhilerate the spirits, and
wind up this machine of ours for another
revolution of business.
