A woman in the first bloom of youth resembles a tree in blossom;
when mature, in fruit: but a woman who retains the charms of her person
till her understanding is in its full perfection, is like those trees
in happier climes, which produce blossoms and fruit together.
You will scarce believe, Jack, that I have lived a week _tete a
tete_, in the midst of a wood, with just the woman I have been
describing; a widow extremely my taste, _mature_, five or six
years more so than you say I require, lively, sensible, handsome,
without saying one civil thing to her; yet nothing can be more certain.
I could give you powerful reasons for my insensibility; but you are
a traitor to love, and therefore have no right to be in any of his
secrets.
I will excuse your visits to my sister; as well as I love you
myself, I have a thousand reasons for chusing she should not be
acquainted with you.
What you say in regard to my mother, gives me pain; I will never
take back my little gift to her; and I cannot live in England on my
present income, though it enables me to live _en prince_ in
Canada.
Adieu! I have not time to say more. I have stole this half hour from
the loveliest woman breathing, whom I am going to visit: surely you are
infinitely obliged to me. To lessen the obligation, however, my calash
is not yet come to the door.
Adieu! once more.
Yours,
Ed. Rivers.
LETTER 37.
To Miss Rivers, Clarges Street.
Silleri, Oct. 15.
Our wanderer is returned, my dear, and in such spirits as you can't
conceive: he passed yesterday with us; he likes to have us to himself,
and he had yesterday; we walked _a trio_ in the wood, and were
foolish; I have not passed so agreable a day since I came to Canada: I
love mightily to be foolish, and the people here have no taste that way
at all: your brother is divinely so upon occasion. The weather was, to
use the Canadian phrase, _superbe et magnifique_. We shall not, I
am told, have much more in the same _magnifique_ style, so we
intend to make the most of it: I have ordered your brother to come and
walk with us from morning till night; every day and all the day.
The dear man was amazingly overjoyed to see us again; we shared in
his joy, though my little Emily took some pains to appear tranquil on
the occasion: I never saw more pleasure in the countenances of two
people in my life, nor more pains taken to suppress it.
Do you know Fitzgerald is really an agreable fellow? I have an
admirable natural instinct; I perceived he had understanding, from his
aquiline nose and his eagle eye, which are indexes I never knew fail. I
believe we are going to be great; I am not sure I shall not admit him
to make up a _partie quarree_ with your brother and Emily: I told
him my original plot upon him, and he was immensely pleased with it. I
almost fancy he can be foolish; in that case, my business is done: if
with his other merits he has that, I am a lost woman.
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