I will follow the servant in two hours; I shall be at Rose-hill by eight o'clock. Adieu! my dearest Emily! Your faithful Ed. Rivers. LETTER 192. To John Temple, Esq; Temple-house, Rutland. Sept. 21, Nine at night. The loveliest of women has consented to make me happy: she remonstrated, she doubted; but her tenderness conquered all her reluctance. To-morrow I shall call her mine. We shall set out immediately for your house, where we hope to be the next day to dinner: you will therefore postpone your journey to town a week, at the end of which we intend going to Bellfield. Captain Fermor and Mrs. Fitzgerald accompany us down. Emily's relation, Mrs. H----, has business which prevents her; and Fitzgerald is obliged to stay another month in town, to transact the affair of his majority. Never did Emily look so lovely as this evening: there is a sweet confusion, mixed with tenderness, in her whole look and manner, which is charming beyond all expression. Adieu! I have not a moment to spare: even this absence from her is treason to love. Say every thing for me to my mother and Lucy. Yours, Ed. Rivers. LETTER 193. To John Temple, Esq. Temple-house, Rutland. Rose-hill, Sept. 22, Ten o'clock. She is mine, my dear Temple; and I am happy almost above mortality. I cannot paint to you her loveliness; the grace, the dignity, the mild majesty of her air, is softened by a smile like that of angels: her eyes have a tender sweetness, her cheeks a blush of refined affection, which must be seen to be imagined. I envy Captain Fermor the happiness of being in the same chaise with her; I shall be very bad company to Bell, who insists on my being her cecisbeo for the journey. Adieu! The chaises are at the door. Your affectionate Ed. Rivers. LETTER 194. To Captain Fitzgerald. Temple-house, Sept. 29. I regret your not being with us, more than I can express. I would have every friend I love a witness of my happiness. I thought my tenderness for Emily as great as man could feel, yet find it every moment increase; every moment she is more dear to my soul. The angel delicacy of that lovely mind is inconceivable; had she no other charm, I should adore her: what a lustre does modesty throw round beauty! We remove to-morrow to Bellfield: I am impatient to see my sweet girl in her little empire: I am tired of the continual crowd in which we live at Temple's: I would not pass the life he does for all his fortune; I sigh for the power of spending my time as I please, for the dear shades of retirement and friendship. How little do mankind know their own happiness! every pleasure worth a wish is in the power of almost all mankind.