The power of sympathy: or, The triumph of nature. Founded in truth. — John Shaqi
The power of sympathy: or, The triumph of nature. Founded in truth.Brown, William Hill
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The power of sympathy: or, The triumph of nature. Founded in truth.
Brown, William Hill
Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
_Boston._
I HAVE had a conversation with my father on the subject of
early marriages, but to no purpose—I will not be certain whether he
understood my drift, but all his arguments are applicable to my
situation. One must be an adept to argue with him; and interested as he
thinks himself in the result of the debate, he can not be prevailed upon
to relinquish his settled opinion. I am too much chagrined to write to
you even the heads of our conversation. I now stand upon my old ground.
Adieu!
LETTER X.
_Worthy_ to _Myra_.
_Belleview._
I AM very happy at present enjoying the sweets of _Belleview_
with our excellent friend Mrs. _Holmes_. To dwell in this delightful
retreat, and to be blest with the conversation of this amiable woman,
cannot be called solitude. The charms of Nature are here beheld in the
most luxuriant variety—it is here, diversified with beautiful prospect,
the late Mr. _Holmes_ planned his garden; it is elegant, but simple. My
time glides off my hands most happily—I am sometimes indulging my
solitary reflections in contemplating the sublimity of the scenes around
me—and sometimes in conversation with _Eliza_ and the old people.
THE old gentleman is a man of the most benevolent heart; he continues to
preach—is assiduous in the duties of his profession, and is the love and
admiration of his flock. He prescribes for the health of the body, as
well as that of the soul, and settles all the little disputes of his
parish. They are contented with his judgement, and he is at once their
parson, their lawyer, and their physician.—I often read in the little
building that was finished by his son. He was a man of an excellent
taste, and I have paid my tribute to his memory—It is the same place
that you used to admire, and perhaps I improve more of my time in it on
that very account.
Adieu!
LETTER XI.
_Mrs. Holmes_ to _Myra_.
_Belleview._
I SIT down to give you, my dear _Myra_, some accounts of the
visitants of today, and their conversation. We are not always
_distinguished_ by such company, but perhaps it is sometimes necessary;
and as it is a relaxation from thought, it serves to give us more
pleasure in returning to the conversation of people of ideas.
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