Adieu!
Your affectionate
A. Fitzgerald.
LETTER CCXVIII.222.
To Captain Fitzgerald.
Temple-house, Thursday morning, 11 o’clock.
Our masquerade last night was really charming; I never saw any thing equal to it out of London.
Temple has taste, and had spared no expence to make it agreable; the decorations of the grand saloon were magnificent.
Emily was the loveliest paisanne that ever was beheld; her dress, without losing sight of the character, was infinitely becoming: her beauty never appeared to such advantage.
There was a noble simplicity in her air, which it is impossible to describe.
The easy turn of her shape, the lovely roundness of her arm, the natural elegance of her whole form, the waving ringlets of her beautiful dark hair, carelessly fastened with a ribbon, the unaffected grace of her every motion, all together conveyed more strongly than imagination can paint, the pleasing idea of a wood nymph, deigning to visit some favored mortal.
Colonel Willmott gazed on her with rapture; and asked me, if the rural deities had left their verdant abodes to visit Temple-house.