LETTER XIII.13.

　　To Miss Fermor, at Silleri.

　　Montreal, Sept.2.

　　My dearest Bell will better imagine than I can describe, the pleasure it gave me to hear of her being in Canada; I am impatient to see her, but as Mrs.Melmoth comes in a fortnight to Quebec, I know she will excuse my waiting to come with her.My visit however is to Silleri; I long to see my dear girl, to tell her a thousand little trifles interesting only to friendship.

　　You congratulate me, my dear, on the pleasing prospect I have before me; on my approaching marriage with a man young, rich, lovely, enamor’d, and of an amiable character.

　　Yes, my dear, I am oblig’d to my uncle for his choice; Sir George is all you have heard; and, without doubt, loves me, as he marries me with such an inferiority of fortune.I am very happy certainly; how is it possible I should be otherwise?

　　I could indeed wish my tenderness for him more lively, but perhaps my wishes are romantic.I prefer him to all his sex, but wish my preference was of a less languid nature; there is something in it more like friendship than love; I see him with pleasure, but I part from him without regret; yet he deserves my affection, and I can have no objection to him which is not founded in caprice.

　　You say true; Colonel Rivers is very amiable; he pass’d six weeks with us, yet we found his conversation always new; he is the man on earth of whom one would wish to make a friend; I think I could already trust him with every sentiment of my soul; I have even more confidence in him than in Sir George whom I love; his manner is soft, attentive, insinuating, and particularly adapted to please women.Without designs, without pretensions; he steals upon you in the character of a friend, because there is not the least appearance of his ever being a lover: he seems to take such an interest in your happiness, as gives him a right to know your every thought.Don’t you think, my dear, these kind of men are dangerous?Take care of yourself, my dear Bell; as to me, I am secure in my situation.

　　Sir George is to have the pleasure of delivering this to you, and comes again in a few days; love him for my sake, though he deserves it for his own.I assure you, he is extremely worthy.

　　Adieu!my dear.

　　Your affectionate

　　Emily Montague. The History of Emily Montague