Even her voice, melodious as it is by nature, is softened when she addresses her happy Rivers.
She comes to ask my attendance on her and my mother; they are going to pay a morning visit a few miles off.
Adieu! tell the little Bell I kiss her hand.
Your affectionate
Ed. Rivers.
LETTER CCII.206.
To Captain Fitzgerald.
Three o’clock.
We are returned, and have met with an adventure, which I must tell you.
About six miles from home, at the entrance of a small village, as I was riding very fast, a little before the chaise, a boy about four years old, beautiful as a Cupid, came out of a cottage on the right-hand, and, running cross the road, fell almost under my horse’s feet.
I threw myself off in a moment; and snatching up the child, who was, however, unhurt, carried him to the house.