My Rivers has told you—my sweet friend, in what words shall I convey to you an adequate idea of your Emily’s transport, at a discovery which has reconciled all her duties!
Those anxieties, that sense of having failed in filial obedience, which cast a damp on the joy of being wife to the most beloved of mankind, are at an end.
This husband whom I so dreaded, whom I determined never to accept, was my Rivers.
My father forgives me; he pardons the crime of love: he blesses that kind providence which conducted us to happiness.
How many has this event made happy!
The most amiable of mothers shares my joy; she bends in grateful thanks to that indulgent power who has rewarded her son for all his goodness to her.
Rivers hears her, and turns away to hide his tears: her tenderness melts him to the softness of a woman.
What gratitude do we not owe to heaven! may the sense of it be for ever engraven on our hearts!
My Lucy too; all, all are happy.
But I will tell you. Rivers has already acquainted you with part of my story.