The moment Emily arrives, I entreat that one of you will write to me: no words can speak my impatience: I am equally anxious to hear of my dear Rivers. Heaven send them prosperous gales!
Adieu!
Your faithful
A. Fermor.
LETTER CLIII.157.
To Mrs. Temple, Pall Mall.
Silleri, June 30.
You are extremely mistaken, my dear, in your idea of the society here; I had rather live at Quebec, take it for all in all, than in any town in England, except London; the manner of living here is uncommonly agreable; the scenes about us are lovely, and the mode of amusements make us taste those scenes in full perfection.
Whilst your brother and Emily were here, I had not a wish to leave Canada; but their going has left a void in my heart, which will not easily be filled up: I have loved Emily almost from childhood, and there is a peculiar tenderness in those friendships, which
“Grow with our growth, and strengthen with our strength.”
There was also something romantic and agreable in finding her here, and unexpectedly, after we had been separated by Colonel Montague’s having left the regiment in which my father served.
In short, every thing concurred to make us dear to each other, and therefore to give a greater poignancy to the pain of parting a second time.