ABSTRACT
Nothing material, my dear Dubois, has occurred since my last. Zilia is obliging in her deportment, and attentive to her studies. My brother, sister, the fair Indian, and myself, are seldom asunder: Miss St. Clare generally makes one in all our little parties; and though she is never chearful, yet is there a complacency in her manners, which makes even her melancholy pleasing. As you express a curiosity to know the remainder of her history, I will gratify it, by making it the subject of this letter.
