most beautiful is the Seneca, named after a Grecian
king. The limpid water, ne'er ruffled by the rude
breathings of the wind, shines with golden tints to
the homage of the rising sun, while the light bark
gallantly lashes the surge, rocking before the
propelling gale, and forcibly brings to the appalled
mind the fleeting hours of time. But I must pause--
my pen refuses to do justice to the subject, and
the remainder will furnish us hours of conversation
during the tedious moments of the delightful visit
to Park-Place. You speak of Antonio--dear girl, with
me the secret is hallowed. He is yet here; his whole
thoughts are of Julia--from my description only, he
has drawn your picture, which is the most striking
in the world; and nothing can tear the dear emblem
from his keeping. He called here yesterday in his
phaeton, and insisted on my riding a few short
miles in his company: I assented, for I knew it was
to talk of my friend. He already feels your worth,
and handed me the following verses, which he
begged me to offer as the sincere homage of his
heart. He intends accompanying my father and me
to town next winter--provided I go.

"Oh! charming image of an artless fair,
"Whose eyes, with lightning, fire the very soul;
"Whose face portrays the mind, and ebon hair
"Gives grace and harmony unto the whole.

"In vain I gaze entranc'd, in vain deplore