IF the affair of your brother and Harriot be serious, and matrimony is really on the tapis, do not fail to make me previously acquainted with it.—I very much doubt the evidence of the verses—they weigh little in my mind—and he is easily excused for sending them to so fine a girl as Harriot.
YOUR observations on her dependence on Mrs. Francis do honour to your heart—virtue does not consist in affluence and independence—nor can it be reflected on us by the glory of our connexions—those who pride themselves on it, make but an indifferent figure; for in the estimation of all sensible people—true merit is personal.
HOWEVER, my dear friend, as one who wishes for your welfare and the happiness of your family, I advise you to discourage the proposed connexion—and if you cannot undertake this disagreeable talk with a certain of success, do not fail to acquaint me of it speedily.
Adieu!
LETTER XXXII.
Harrington to Worthy.
Boston.
WHAT ails my heart? I feel a void here—and yet I verge towards my happiness—for a few days makes Harriot mine—Myra says I had better not marry her. What could prompt her to use such an expression? Better not marry her. She has repeated it several times—and with too much eagerness—I give no heed to it—and yet, why should it affect me in this manner? Is it an artifice to fathom the depth of my love? Such schemes are my utter aversion—it disturbs me—I hate such artifice—You cannot imagine how it touches my heart.
Adieu!