 | The coquette, or, The history of Eliza Wharton : a novel, founded on fact |  |
LETTER XVII.
New-Haven.
I have succeeded in my addresses to
the lovely Eliza Wharton; as far at least as I
had any reason to expect from our short acquaintance.
I find the graces of her person and mind
rise in my esteem; and have already enjoyed,
in her society, some of the happiest hours of my
life. She is kind, affable, and condescending;
yet I must own that I have not been able to infuse
into her bosom, the ardor which I feel in
my own. I know that the native modesty of
the sex would restrain the discovery; but there
is an animation of countenance, which betrays
the sensations of the heart, that I find wanting
in her on this occasion.
I have just taken leave of my fair, and propose
returning to morrow morning; to take
upon me the solemn charge, which lies with such
weight upon my mind, that I need every support,
both human and divine. Eliza has promised
to correspond with me. From this I anticipate
a source of pleasure, which alone can
atone for her absence. I am, &c.
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