is not yet come to the door.

Adieu! once more.
Yours,
Ed. Rivers.



LETTER 37.


To Miss Rivers, Clarges Street.

Silleri, Oct. 15.

Our wanderer is returned, my dear, and in such spirits as you can't
conceive: he passed yesterday with us; he likes to have us to himself,
and he had yesterday; we walked _à trio_ in the wood, and were
foolish; I have not passed so agreable a day since I came to Canada: I
love mightily to be foolish, and the people here have no taste that way
at all: your brother is divinely so upon occasion. The weather was, to
use the Canadian phrase, _superbe et magnifique_. We shall not, I
am told, have much more in the same _magnifique_ style, so we
intend to make the most of it: I have ordered your brother to come and
walk with us from morning till night; every day and all the day.

The dear man was amazingly overjoyed to see us again; we shared in
his joy, though my little Emily took some pains to appear tranquil on
the occasion: I never saw more pleasure in the countenances of two
people in my life, nor more pains taken to suppress it.