P.S. Remember, that Hope shortens all journies, by sweetening them—so sing my little stanza on the subject, with the devotion of an hymn, every morning when thou arisest, and thou wilt eat thy breakfast with more comfort for it. Blessings, rest, and Hygeia go with thee! May’st thou soon return, in peace and affluence, to illumine my night! I am, and shall be, the last to deplore thy loss, and will be the first to congratulate and hail thy return.— FARE THEE WELL! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ THE JOURNAL TO ELIZA ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Illustration: Tomb of Eliza Draper in Bristol Cathedral. ] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ THE JOURNAL TO ELIZA THIS Journal wrote under the fictitious names of Yorick & Draper—and sometimes of the Bramin & Bramine—but ’tis a Diary of the miserable feelings of a person separated from a Lady for whose Society he languish’d—The real Names—are foreign—& the acc^t. a copy from a french Mans^t.—in M^r. S——’s hands—but wrote as it is, to cast a Viel over them—There is a Counterpart—which is the Lady’s acc^t. what transactions daily happend—& what Sentiments occupied her mind, during this Separation from her admirer—these are worth reading—the translator cannot say so much in fav^r. of Yoricks which seem to have little merit beyond their honesty & truth.[21] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ CONTINUATION OF THE BRAMINES JOURNAL. ([S]he saild 23[22]) Sunday Ap: 13.[23] WROTE the last farewel to Eliza by M^r. Wats who sails this day for Bombay—inclosed her likewise the Journal kept from the day we parted, to this—so from hence continue it till the time we meet again—Eliza does the same, so we shall have mutual testimonies to deliver hereafter to each other, That the Sun has not more constantly rose & set upon the earth, than we have thought of & remember’d, what is more chearing than Light itself—eternal Sunshine! Eliza!—dark to me is all this world without thee! & most heavily will every hour pass over my head, till that is come w^{ch}. brings thee, dear Woman back to Albion. Dined with Hall &c. at the brawn’s head—the whole Pandamonium assembled—supp’d together at Halls—worn out both in body & mind, & paid a severe reckoning all the night. * * * * *