Well, Charles, the show is over, as we Yankees say; and the girl is my own. I left her with regret. I must have her in some way or other. No body else shall, I am resolved.
All my happiness is centered within the limits of my own walls; and I grudge every moment that calls me from the pleasing scenes of domestic life. There are many nameless attentions which nothing short of maternal tenderness, and solitude can pay.
I am extremely depressed, my dear Lucy! The agitating scenes, through which I have lately passed, have broken my spirits, and rendered me unfit for society. Mrs. Richman invites me to spend a few months with her. I hope the change of situation and company will dissipate the gloom which hangs over my mind.
I have returned to the once smiling seat of maternal affection; but I find not repose and happiness, even there! Mrs. Richman advises me to write to Mr. Boyer, and I have concluded to act accordingly. *Sends letter asking for forgiveness*
As I was sitting last evening in my study, a letter was handed me by a servant; upon which I no sooner cast my eye, than I recognized, with surprise, the hand and seal of my once loved, but to me long lost Eliza! I am sorry to say but much had occurred since we parted. Now the virtuous, the amiable, the accomplished Maria Selby possesses my entire confidence and esteem.
Oh my friend, I am undone! He is worthy of his intended bride, and she is what I am not, worthy of him. Peace and joy be their portion, both here and hereafter! But what are now my prospects? what are to be the future enjoyments of my life?