I am returned to Madame Des Roches and her friends, who declined
visiting the hermit. I found in his conversation all which could have
adorned society; he was pleased with the sympathy I shewed for his
sufferings; we parted with regret. I wished to have made him a
present, but he will receive nothing.

A ship for England is in sight. Madame Des Roches is so polite to
send off this letter; we return to her house in the morning.

Adieu! my Lucy.
Yours,
Ed. Rivers.



LETTER 33.


To Miss Rivers, Clarges Street.

Quebec, Oct. 12.

I have no patience with this foolish brother of yours; he is
rambling about in the woods when we want him here: we have a most
agreeable assembly every Thursday at the General's, and have had
another ball since he has been gone on this ridiculous ramble; I miss
the dear creature wherever I go. We have nothing but balls, cards, and
parties of pleasure; but they are nothing without my little Rivers.