“As I came in by Glenap,
I met with an aged woman:
She bad me cheer up my heart,
For the best o’ my days was comin’.”
This day will decide my affairs with Creech. Things are, like myself, not what they ought to be; yet better than what they appear to be.
“Heaven’s sovereign saves all beings but himself—
That hideous sight—a naked human heart.”
Farewell! remember me to Charlotte.
R. B.
XCVIII.
TO MRS. DUNLOP.
[The poet alludes in this letter, as in some before, to a hurt which he got in one of his excursions in the neighbourhood of Edinburgh.]
Edinburgh, January 21, 1788.