LETTER CLXXXVII.191.
To Miss Montague, Rose-hill, Berkshire.
Clarges-street,Clarges Street, Sept. 21, Two o’clock.
Can you, my angel, forgive my insolent impatience, and attribute it to the true cause, excess of love?
Could I be such a monster as to blame my sweet Emily’s dear expressions of tenderness? I hate myself for being capable of writing such a letter.
Be assured, I will strictly comply with all she desires: what condition is there on which I would not make the loveliest of women mine?
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.