a sure pledge of happiness.  Every eye beamed with pleasure on the occasion, and every tongue echoed the wishes of benevolence.  Mine only was silent.  Though not less interested in the felicity of my friend than the rest, yet the idea of a separation, perhaps of an alienation of affection, by means of her entire devotion to another, cast an involuntary gloom over my mind.  Mr. Boyer took my hand after the ceremony was past.  “Permit me, Miss Wharton,” said he, “to lead you to your lovely friend; her happiness must be heightened by your participation of it.”  “O, no,” said I, “I am too selfish for that.  She has conferred upon another that affection which I wished to engross.  My love was too fervent to admit a rival.”  “Retaliate, then,” said he, “this fancied wrong by doing likewise.”  I observed that this was not a proper time to discuss that subject, and, resuming my seat, endeavored to put on the appearance of my accustomed vivacity.  I need not relate the remaining particulars of-the evening’s entertainment.  Mr. Boyer returned with my mamma, and I remained at Mrs. Freeman’s.

We are to have a ball here this evening.  Mr. Boyer has been with us, and tried to monopolize my company; but in vain.  I am too much engaged by the exhilarating scenes around for attending to a subject which affords no variety.  I shall not close this till to-morrow.

I am rather fatigued with the amusements of last night, which were protracted to a late hour.  Mr. Boyer was present; and I was pleased to see him not averse to the entertainment, though his profession prevented him from taking an active part.  As all the neighboring gentry were invited, Mr. Freeman would by no means omit Major Sanford, which his daughter earnestly solicited.  It happened (unfortunately, shall I say?) that I drew him for a partner.  Yet I must own that I felt very little reluctance to my lot.  He is an excellent dancer, and well calculated for a companion in the hours of mirth and gayety.  I regretted Mr. Boyer’s being present, however, because my enjoyment seemed to give him pain.  I hope he is not inclined to the passion of jealousy.  If he is, I fear it will be somewhat exercised.

Lucy Freeman, now Mrs. Sumner, removes next week to Boston.  I have agreed to accompany her, and spend a month or two in her family.  This will give variety to the journey of life.  Be so kind as to direct your next letter to me there.

Kiss the dear little babe for me.  Give love, compliments, &c., as respectively due; and believe me, with every sentiment of respect, your affectionate

ELIZA WHARTON.

LETTER XXXVII.

TO MR. CHARLES DEIGHTON.

HARTFORD.