LETTER XVIII.
Harrington to Worthy.
Boston.
MY beloved has left me for a while—she has attended Mrs. Francis in a journey to Rhodeisland—and here am I—anxious—solitary—alone!—
NO thoughts, but thoughts of Harriot, are permitted to agitate me. She is in my view all the day long, and when I retire to rest my imagination is still possessed with ideas of Harriot.
Adieu!