LETTER 34.


To Miss Rivers, Clarges Street.

Oct. 12.

I have been looking at the estate Madame Des Roches has to sell; it
is as wild as the lands to which I have a right; I hoped this would
have amused my chagrin, but am mistaken: nothing interests me, nothing
takes up my attention one moment: my mind admits but one idea. This
charming woman follows me wherever I go; I wander about like the first
man when driven out of paradise: I vainly fancy every change of place
will relieve the anxiety of my mind.

Madame Des Roches smiles, and tells me I am in love; 'tis however a
smile of tenderness and compassion: your sex have great penetration in
whatever regards the heart.

Oct. 13.

I have this moment a letter from Miss Fermor, to press my return to
Quebec; she tells me, Emily's marriage is postponed till spring. My
Lucy! how weak is the human heart! In spite of myself, a ray of
hope--I set off this instant: I cannot conceal my joy.