LETTER LI.
MYRA to Mrs. HOLMES.
The curtain is dropped, and the
scene of life is forever clofed—THE LOVELY
HARRIOT IS NO MORE.
SHE is fit to appear in Heaven, for her
life was a fcene of purity and innocence—If
there is any confolation to be felt by a survivor,
it is in the reflection of the amiable
qualities of the deceafed. My heart shall not
cease to cherish her idea, for she was beautiful
without artifice, and virtuous without
affection.
See! there all pale and dead she lies;
Forever flow my streaming eyes—
There dwelt the fairest—lovliest mind,
Faith, sweetnefs, wit together join'd.
Dwalt faith and wit and sweetness there?
O! view the change, and drop a tear.
MY brother is exceedingly agitated—He
will never support this disastrous stroke—
Nothing can attract his attention—nothing
allay his grief—but it is the affliction of
reason and not of weakness—God grant
that it prove not fatal to him.
Adieu!—Adieu!—
