I begin to think I may be blest in the possession of my Emily,
without betraying her into a state of want; we may, I begin to flatter
myself, live with decency, in retirement; and, in my opinion, there
are a thousand charms in retirement with those we love.
Upon the whole, I believe we shall be able to live, taking the word
_live_ in the sense of lovers, not of the _beau monde_, who will
never allow a little country squire of four hundred pounds a year to
_live_.
Time may do more for us; at least, I am of an age and temper to
encourage hope.
All here are perfectly yours.
Adieu! my dear friend,
Your affectionate
Ed. Rivers.
LETTER 170.
To Mrs. Temple, Pall Mall.
Silleri, Aug. 6.
The leave of absence for my father and Fitzgerald being come some
weeks sooner than we expected, we propose leaving Canada in five or six
days.
I am delighted with the idea of revisiting dear England, and seeing
friends whom I so tenderly love: yet I feel a regret, which I had no
idea I should have felt, at leaving the scenes of a thousand past
pleasures; the murmuring rivulets to which Emily and I have sat
listening, the sweet woods where I have walked with my little circle of
friends: I have even a strong attachment to the scenes themselves,
which are infinitely lovely, and speak the inimitable hand of nature
which formed them: I want to transport this fairy ground to England.
I sigh when I pass any particularly charming spot; I feel a
tenderness beyond what inanimate objects seem to merit.
I must pay one more visit to the naiads of Montmorenci.
Eleven at night.
I am just come from the general's assembly; where, I should have
told you, I was this day fortnight announced _Madame Fitzgerald_,
to the great mortification of two or three cats, who had very
sagaciously determined, that Fitzgerald had too much understanding ever
to think of such a flirting, coquetish creature as a wife.
I was grave at the assembly to-night, in spite of all the pains I
took to be otherwise: I was hurt at the idea it would probably be
_the last_ at which I should be; I felt a kind of concern at parting,
not only with the few I loved, but with those who had till to-night
been indifferent to me.
There is something affecting in the idea of _the last time_ of
seeing even those persons or places, for which we have no particular
affection.
I go to-morrow to take leave of the nuns, at the Ursuline convent; I
suppose I shall carry this melancholy idea with me there, and be hurt
at seeing them too _for the last time_.
I pay visits every day amongst the peasants, who are very fond of
me. I talk to them of their farms, give money to their children, and
teach their wives to be good huswives: I am the idol of the country
people five miles round, who declare me the most amiable, most generous
woman in the world, and think it a thousand pities I should be damned.
Adieu! say every thing for me to my sweet friends, if arrived.
7th, Eleven o'clock.
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