"Your letters are the only consolation that my anxious heart can
know in the dreary solitude of this place. Oh! my friend, how would
your tender heart bleed did you but know the least of my
sufferings; but they are all requited by the delightful
anticipations of Park-Place. I hope your dear aunt has not found it
necessary to lay down her carriage in the change of the times:
write me in your next about it. Antonio has been here again, and he
solicited an audience with me in private--of course I granted it,
for friendship hallows all that is done under its mantle. It was a
moonlight night--mild Luna shedding a balmy light on surrounding
objects, and, if possible, rendering my heart more sensitive than
ever. One solitary glimmering star showed by its paly quiverings
the impress of evening, while not a cloud obscured the vast
firmament of heaven. On such an evening Antonio could do nothing
but converse of my absent friend; he dwelt on the indescribable
grace of your person, the lustre of your eye, and the vermilion of
your lips, until exhausted language could furnish no more epithets
of rapture: then the transition to your mind was natural and easy;
and it was while listening to his honied accents that I thought my
Julia herself was talking.
"Soft as the dews from heaven descend, his gentle accents fell."
Ah, Julia! nothing but a strong pre-possession, and my friendship
for you, could remove the danger of such a scene. Yes! friend of my
heart, I must acknowledge my weakness. There is a youth in
New-York, who has long been master of my too sensitive heart, and
without him life will be a burthen. Cruel fate divides us now, but
when invited by your aunt to Park-Place, Oh, rapture unutterable!
I shall be near my Regulus. This, surely, is all that can be
wanting to stimulate my Julia to get the invitation from her aunt.
Antonio says that if I go to the city this fall, he will hover near
me on the road to guard the friend of Julia; and that he will
eagerly avail himself of my presence to seek her society. I am
called from my delightful occupation by one of my troublesome
sisters, who wishes me to assist her in some trifle or other. Make
my most profound respects to your dear, good aunt, and believe me
your own true friend,
"ANNA."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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