Do you know, Charles, that I have commenced lover?  I was always a general one, but now I am somewhat particular.  I shall be the more interested, as I am likely to meet with difficulties; and it is the glory of a rake, as well as of a Christian, to combat obstacles.  This same Eliza, of whom I have told you, has really made more impression on my heart than I was aware of, or than the sex, take them as they rise, are wont to do.  But she is besieged by a priest—­a likely lad though.  I know not how it is, but they are commonly successful with the girls, even the gayest of them.  This one, too, has the interest of all her friends, as I am told.  I called yesterday at General Richman’s, and found this pair together, apparently too happy in each other’s society for my wishes.  I must own that I felt a glow of jealousy, which I never experienced before, and vowed revenge for the pain it gave me, though but momentary.  Yet Eliza’s reception of me was visibly cordial; nay, I fancied my company as pleasing to her as that which she had before.  I tarried not long, but left him to the enjoyment of that pleasure which I flatter myself will be but shortlived.  O, I have another plan in my head—­a plan of necessity, which, you know, is the mother of invention.  It is this:  I am very much courted and caressed by the family of Mr. Lawrence, a man of large property in this neighborhood.  He has only one child—­a daughter, with whom I imagine the old folks intend to shackle me in the bonds of matrimony.  The girl looks very well; she has no soul, though, that I can discover; she is heiress, nevertheless, to a great fortune, and that is all the soul I wish for in a wife.  In truth, Charles, I know of no other way to mend my circumstances.  But lisp not a word of my embarrassments for your life.  Show and equipage are my hobby horse; and if any female wishes to share them with me, and will furnish me with the means of supporting them, I have no objection.  Could I conform to the sober rules of wedded life, and renounce those dear enjoyments of dissipation in which I have so long indulged, I know not the lady in the world with whom I would sooner form a connection of this sort than with Eliza Wharton.  But it will never do.  If my fortune or hers were better, I would risk a union; but as they are, no idea of the kind can be admitted.  I shall endeavor, notwithstanding, to enjoy her company as long as possible.  Though I cannot possess her wholly myself, I will not tamely see her the property of another.

I am now going to call at General Richman’s, in hopes of an opportunity to profess my devotion to her.  I know I am not a welcome visitor to the family; but I am independent of their censure or esteem, and mean to act accordingly.

PETER SANFORD.

LETTER XIX.

TO MISS LUCY FREEMAN.

NEW HAVEN.