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letter xxix.

SHALL I ever be able to describe to you, my dear brother, all the ideas now oating in my brain, and the thousand emotions that are now throbbing at my heart – My heart! – How do I blush and tremble, when I would own to you, that at last it has felt – perhaps I ought not to express to you what it has felt – but you will be able to conceive its emotions, when I shall tell you, that, under the resemblance – the more beautiful resemblance shall I say? – of one by the ties of nature and choice rst in my a ection, I have discovered all the virtues most dear to my heart! How I have made this discovery I will relate to you; but I must rst acquaint you I have read the Recess, and have been con ned three days in consequence.