Mr. Boyer informed me that he should set out to-morrow morning for his future residence, and soon put on the sacred bands.  He solicited an epistolary correspondence, at the same time, as an alleviation of the care which that weighty charge would bring on his mind.  I consented, telling him that he must not expect any thing more than general subjects from me.

We were somewhat interrupted in our confidential intercourse, in the afternoon, by the arrival of Major Sanford.  I cannot say that I was not agreeably relieved.  So sweet a repast, for several hours together, was rather sickening to my taste.  My inamorato looked a little mortified at the cheerful reception which I gave the intruder, and joined not so placidly in the social conversation as I could have wished.

When Mr. Boyer, after the major took leave, pressed me to give him some assurance of my constancy, I only reminded him of the terms of our engagement.  Seeing me decided, he was silent on the subject, and soon bade me an affectionate adieu, not expecting, as he told me, the pleasure of a personal interview again for two or three months.

Thus far we have proceeded in this sober business.  A good beginning, you will say.  Perhaps it is.  I do not, however, feel myself greatly interested in the progress of the negotiation.  Time consolidate my affections, and enable me to fix them on some particular object.  At present the most lively emotions of my heart are those of friendship, that friendship which I hope you will soon participate with your faithful

ELIZA WHARTON.

LETTER XVII.

TO MR. SELBY.

NEW HAVEN.

I have succeeded in my addresses to the lovely Eliza Wharton—­as far, at least, as I had any reason to expect from our short acquaintance.  I find the graces of her person and mind rise in my esteem, and have already enjoyed in her society some of the happiest hours of my life.  She is kind, affable, and condescending; yet I must own that I have not been able to infuse into her bosom the ardor which I feel in my own.  I know that the native modesty of the sex would restrain the discovery; but there is an animation of countenance, which betrays the sensations of the heart, that I find wanting in hers on this occasion.

I have just taken leave of my fair, and propose returning to-morrow morning to take upon me the solemn charge which lies with such weight upon my mind that I need every support, both human and divine.  Eliza has promised to correspond with me.  From this I anticipate a source of pleasure which alone can atone for her absence.

I am, &c.,

J. BOYER.

LETTER XVIII.

TO MR. CHARLES DEIGHTON.

NEW HAVEN.