Accept my sincerest congratulations on your return of health; and
believe me,

My dearest Madam,
Your obliged and affectionate
Emily Montague.



LETTER 45.


To Miss Rivers, Clarges Street.

Silleri, Nov. 23.

I have been seeing the last ship go out of the port, Lucy; you have
no notion what a melancholy sight it is: we are now left to ourselves,
and shut up from all the world for the winter: somehow we seem so
forsaken, so cut off from the rest of human kind, I cannot bear the
idea: I sent a thousand sighs and a thousand tender wishes to dear
England, which I never loved so much as at this moment.

Do you know, my dear, I could cry if I was not ashamed? I shall not
absolutely be in spirits again this week.

'Tis the first time I have felt any thing like bad spirits in
Canada: I followed the ship with my eyes till it turned Point Levi,
and, when I lost sight of it, felt as if I had lost every thing dear to