rt, she would
sooner even relinquish the man she loves, than offend a father in whom
she has always found the tenderest and most faithful of friends. I am
interrupted, and have only time to say, I have the honor to be,

My Lord, &c.
Wm. Fermor.

LETTER 136.

To Mrs. Temple, Pall Mall.

Silleri, May 13.

Madame Des Roches has just left us; she returns to-day to the
Kamaraskas: she came to take leave of us, and shewed a concern at
parting from Emily, which really affected me. She is a most amiable
woman; Emily and she were in tears at parting; yet I think my sweet
friend is not sorry for her return: she loves her, but yet cannot
absolutely forget she has been her rival, and is as well satisfied that
she leaves Quebec before your brother's arrival.

The weather is lovely; the earth is in all its verdure, the trees in
foliage, and no snow but on the sides of the mountains; we are looking
eagerly out for ships from dear England: I expect by them volumes of
letters from my Lucy. We expect your brother in a week: in short, we
are all hope and expectation; our hearts beat at every rap of the door,
supposing it brings intelligence of a ship, or of the dear man.

Fitzgerald takes such amazing pains to please me, that I begin to
think it is pity so much attention should be thrown away; and am half
inclined, from meer compassion, to follow the example you have so
heroically set me.

Absolutely, Lucy, it requires amazing resolution to marry.

Adieu! yours,
A. Fermor.

LETTER 137.

To Colonel Rivers, at Montreal.

Silleri, May 14.

I am returned, my Rivers, to my sweet friend, and have again the
dear delight of talking of you without restraint; she bears with, she
indulges me in, all my weakness; if that name ought to be given to a
tenderness of which the object is the most exalted and worthy of his
sex.

It was impossible I should not have loved you; the soul that spoke
in those eloquent eyes told me, the first moment we met, our hearts
were formed for each other; I saw in that amiable countenance a
sensibility similar to my own, but which I had till then sought in
vain; I saw there those benevolent smiles, which are the marks, and
the emanations of virtue; those thousand graces which ever accompany a
mind conscious of its own dignity, and satisfied with itself; in short,
that mental beauty which is the express image of the Deity.

What defence had I against you, my