mory: I see the same lovely scenes
around me, but they have lost half their power of pleasing.

I visit every grove, every thicket, that she loved; I have a
redoubled fondness for every object in which she took pleasure.

Fitzgerald indulges me in this enthusiasm of friendship; he leads me
to every place which can recall my Emily's idea; he speaks of her with
a warmth which shews the sensibility and goodness of his own heart; he
endeavors to soothe me by the most endearing attention.

What infinite pleasure, my dear Lucy, there is in being truly
beloved! Fond as I have ever been of general admiration, that of all
mankind is nothing to the least mark of Fitzgerald's tenderness.

Adieu! it will be some days before I can send this letter.

June 4.

The governor gives a ball in honor of the day; I am dressing to go,
but without my sweet companion: every hour I feel more sensibly her
absence.

5th.

We had last night, during the ball, the most dreadful storm I ever
heard; it seemed to shake the whole habitable globe.

Heaven preserve my Emily from its fury: I have a thousand fears on
her account.

Twelve o'clock.

Your brother is arrived; he has been here about an hour: he flew to
Silleri, without going at all to Quebec; he enquired for Emily; he
would not believe she was gone.

There is no expressing how much he was shocked when convinced she
had taken this voyage without him; he would have followed her in an
open boat, in hopes of overtaking her at Coudre, if my father had not
detained him almost by force, and at last convinced him of the
impossibility of overtaking her, as the winds, having been constantly
fair, must before this have carried them out of the river.

He has sent his servant to Quebec, with orders to take passage for
him in the first ship that sails; his impatience is not to be
described.

He came down in the hope of marrying her here, and conducting her
himself to England; he forms to himself a thousand dangers to her,
which he fondly fancies his presence could have averted: in short, he
has all the unreasonableness of a man in love.

I propose sending this, and a large packet more, by your brother,
unless some unexpected opportunity offers before.

Adieu! my dear!
Yours,
A. Fermor.

LETTER 151.

To Mrs. Temple, Pall Mall.

6th.

Your brother has taken his passage in a very fine ship, which will
sail the 10th; you may expect him every hour after you re