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6 ory respecting men, I should, in the vanity of my heart, have imagined that I could have made something of his—it was composed of such materials—Hush! here they come—and love flies away in the twinkling of an eye, leaving a little brush of his wing on my pale cheeks.

I hope to see Dr. this morning; I am going to Mr. 's to meet him. , and some others, are invited to dine with us to-day; and to-morrow I am to spend the day with.

I shall probably not be able to return to to-morrow; but it is no matter, because I must take a carriage, I have so many books, that I immediately want, to take with me.—On Friday then I shall expect you to dine with me—and, if you come a little before dinner, it is so long since I have seen