ABSTRACT
I do indeed pity a distracted heart, which finds no relief either from itself or from any thing about it. Such is your situation, my dear Deterville; you love, with a passion which knows no bounds, the most amiable and most lovely girl that ever was; the purity of her soul, the natural delicacy of her conversation, her beauty, for ever new to your eyes, her candour, even her very tenderness for Aza, repugnant as it is to all your hopes, join to contribute to nourish in you a passion, which is continually increased by esteem. A passion the more tender, as it is the first you ever felt.
