e a happy fate in the dear land of arts and
arms?

I entreat you to do all you can to discourage his design. Remind him
that his sister's marriage has in some degree removed the cause of his
coming hither; that he can have now no motive for fixing here, but his
tenderness for me; that I shall be justly blamed by all who love him
for keeping him here. Tell him, I will not marry him in Canada; that
his stay makes the best mother in the world wretched; that he owes his
return to himself, nay to his Emily, whose whole heart is set on seeing
him in a situation worthy of him: though without ambition as to myself,
I am proud, I am ambitious for him; if he loves me, he will gratify
that pride, that ambition; and leave Canada to those whose duty
confines them here, or whose interest it is to remain unseen. Let him
not once think of me in his determination: I am content to be beloved,
and will leave all else to time. You cannot so much oblige or serve me,
as by persuading Colonel Rivers to return to England.

Believe me, my dear Madam,
Your affectionate
Emily Montague.

LETTER 119.

To Mrs. Temple, Pall Mall.

Silleri, April 9.

Your brother, my dear, is gone to Montreal to look out for a
settlement, and Emily to spend a fortnight at Quebec, with a lady she
knew in England, who is lately arrived from thence by New York.

I am lost without my friend, though my lover endeavors in some
degree to supply her place; he lays close siege; I know not how long I
shall be able to hold out: this fine weather is exceedingly in his
favor; the winter freezes up all the avenues to the heart; but this
sprightly April sun thaws them again amazingly. I was the cruellest
creature breathing whilst the chilly season lasted, but can answer for
nothing now the sprightly May is approaching.

I can see papa is vastly in Fitzgerald's interest; but he knows our
sex well enough to keep this to himself.

I shall, however, for decency's sake, ask his opinion on the affair
as soon as I have taken my resolution; which is the very time at which
all the world ask advice of their friends.

A letter from Emily, which I must answer: she is extremely absurd,
which your tender lovers always are.

Adieu! yours,
A. Fermor.

Sir George Clayton had left Montreal some days before your brother
arrived there; I was pleased to hear it, because, with all your
brother's good sense, and concern for Emily's honor, and Sir