LETTER CLXXXIX.193.
To John Temple, Esq. Temple-house, Rutland.
Rose-hill, Sept. 22, Ten o’clock.
She is mine, my dear Temple; and I am happy almost above mortality.
I cannot paint to you her loveliness; the grace, the dignity, the mild majesty of her air, is softened by a smile like that of angels: her eyes have a tender sweetness, her cheeks a blush of refined affection, which must be seen to be imagined.
I envy Captain Fermor the happiness of being in the same chaise with her; I shall be very bad company to Bell, who insists on my being her cecisbeo for the journey.
Adieu! The chaises are at the door.
Your affectionate
Ed. Rivers.
LETTER CXC.194.
To Captain Fitzgerald.