however, we shall soon be made amends; for we shall have a torrent of
beaux with the general.

Don't you think the sun in this country vastly more chearing than in
England? I am charmed with the sun, to say nothing of the moon, though
to be sure I never saw a moon-light night that deserved the name till I
came to America.

_Mon cher pere_ desires a thousand compliments; you know he
has been in love with you ever since you were seven years old: he is
vastly better for his voyage, and the clear air of Canada, and looks
ten years younger than before he set out.

Adieu! I am going to ramble in the woods, and pick berries, with a
little smiling civil captain, who is enamoured of me: a pretty rural
amusement for lovers!

Good morrow, my dear Emily,

Yours,
A. Fermor.



LETTER 16.


To Miss Rivers, Clarges Street.

Silleri, Sept. 18.