To Agnes McLehose (Clarinda)
Tuesday morn: [18th March 1788]
I am just hurrying away to wait on the Great Man, Clarinda, but I
have more respect to my own peace and happiness than to set out
without waiting on you; for my imagination, like a child’s favorite
bird, will fondly flutter along with this scrawl till it perch on your
bosom.—l thank you for all the happiness you bestowed on me
yesterday—The walk—delightful; the evening-rapture—Do not be
uneasy today, Clarinda; forgive me—I am in rather better spirits
today, though I had but an indifferent night: care, anxiety, sat on
my spirits; and all the chearfulness of this morning is the fruit of
some serious, important ideas that lie in their realities beyond ‘‘the
dark and the narrow house,” as Ossian, prince of Poets, says; The
Father of Mercies be with you, Clarinda! and every good thing
attend you!
Sylvander
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