I am ever, my dear Cousin,
Yours, sincerely,
R. B.
CLI.
TO MRS. DUNLOP.
[The beautiful lines with which this letter concludes, I have reason to believe were the production of the lady to whom the epistle is addressed.]
Ellisland, 4th March, 1789.
Here am I, my honoured friend, returned safe from the capital. To a man, who has a home, however humble or remote—if that home is like mine, the scene of domestic comfort—the bustle of Edinburgh will soon be a business of sickening disgust.
“Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate you!”