MY faithful lover (with whom I will certainly make you acquainted in a short time) continues to write to me in very passionate and sentimental strains. His last letter proves him to be a tolerable maker of rhymes and I inclose it for your entertainment.
I am, my dear,
Your most affectionate Friend.
LETTER XXV.
Myra to Harriot.
(WRITTEN BEFORE SHE HAD RECEIVED THE PRECEDING.)
Boston.
YOUR sorrowful little history has infected me with grief. Surely there is no human vice of so black a die—so fatal in its consequences—or which causes a more general calamity, than that of seducing a female from the path of honour. This idea has been improved by my brother, on the hint of your favour—as an acknowledgement for which I inclose you his production.
(THE INCLOSED.)
The Court of Vice.