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You spend to-morrow with us; we have a little ball, and are to have a masquerade next week.
Lucy wants to consult Emily on her dress; you and I are not to be in the secret: we have wrote to ask the Fitzgeralds to the masquerade; I will send Lucy's post coach for them the day before, or perhaps fetch them myself.
Adieu!
Your affectionate J. Temple.
LETTER 211.
To Captain Fitzgerald.
Bellfield, Nov. 1.
I have this moment a letter from Temple which has set my heart at rest: he writes like a lover, yet owns his past danger, with a frankness which speaks more strongly than any professions could do, the real present state of his heart.
My anxiety for my sister has a little broke in on my own happiness; in England, where the married women are in general the most virtuous in the world, it is of infinite consequence they should love their husbands, and be beloved by them; in countries where gallantry is more permitted, it is less necessary.
Temple will make her happy whilst she preserves his heart; but, if she loses it, every thing is to be feared from the vivacity of his nature, which can never support one moment a life of indifference.
He has that warmth of temper which is the natural soil of the virtues; but which is unhappily, at the same time, most apt to produce indiscretions.
Tame, cold, dispa.s.sionate minds resemble barren lands; warm, animated ones, rich ground, which, if properly cultivated, yields the n.o.blest fruit; but, if neglected, from its luxuriance is most productive of weeds.
His misfortune has been losing both his parents when almost an infant; and having been master of himself and a n.o.ble fortune, at an age when the pa.s.sions hurry us beyond the bounds of reason.
I am the only person on earth by whom he would ever bear to be controlled in any thing; happily for Lucy, I preserve the influence over him which friends.h.i.+p first gave me.
That influence, and her extreme attention to study his taste in every thing; with those uncommon graces both of mind and person she has received from nature, will, I hope, effectually fix this wandering star.
She tells me, she has asked you to a masquerade at Temple-house, to which you will extremely oblige us all by coming.
You do not tell us, whether the affair of your majority is settled: if obliged to return immediately, Temple will send you back.
Adieu! Your faithful Ed. Rivers.
I have this moment your last letter: you are right, we American travellers are under great disadvantages; our imaginations are restrained; we have not the pomp of the orient to describe, but the simple and unadorned charms of nature.
LETTER 212.
To Colonel Rivers, Bellfield, Rutland.
Nov. 4.
Sir William Verville is come back to town; I was with him this morning; he desires to see the child; he tells me, his brother, in his last moments, mentioned this story in all the agony of remorse, and begged him to provide for the little innocent, if to be found; that he had made many enquiries, but hitherto in vain; and that he thought himself happy in the discovery.
He talks of settling three thousand pounds on the child, and taking the care of educating him into his own hands.
I hinted at some little provision for the amiable girl who had saved him from peris.h.i.+ng, and had the pleasure to find Sir William listen to me with attention.
I am sorry it is not possible for me to be at your masquerade; but my affair is just at the crisis: Bell expects a particular account of it from Mrs. Rivers, and desires to be immediately in the secret of the ladies dresses, though you are not: she begs you will send your fair cottager and little charge to us, and we will take care to introduce them properly to Sir William.
I am too much hurried to say more.
Adieu! my dear Rivers!
Your affectionate J. Fitzgerald.
LETTER 213.
To Mrs. Fitzgerald.
Nov. 8.
Yes, my dear Bell, politeness is undoubtedly a moral virtue.
As we are beings formed for, and not capable of being happy without, society, it is the duty of every one to endeavor to make it as easy and agreable as they can; which is only to be done by such an attention to others as is consistent with what we owe to ourselves; all we give them in civility will be re-paid us in respect: insolence and ill-breeding are detestable to all mankind.
I long to see you, my dear Bell; the delight I have had in your society has spoiled my relish for that of meer acquaintance, however agreable.
'Tis dangerous to indulge in the pleasures of friends.h.i.+p; they weaken one's taste too much for common conversation.
Yet what other pleasures are worth the name? what others have spirit and delicacy too?
I am preparing for the masquerade, which is to be the 18th; I am extremely disappointed you will not be with us.
My dress is simple and unornamented, but I think becoming and prettily fancied; it is that of a French _paisanne_: Lucy is to be a sultana, blazing with diamonds: my mother a Roman matron.
I chuse this dress because I have heard my dear Rivers admire it; to be one moment more pleasing in his eyes, is an object worthy all my attention.
Adieu!
Your faithful Emily Rivers.
LETTER 214.
To Mrs. Rivers, Bellfield, Rutland.
London, Nov. 10.