ABSTRACT
You tell me, my dear friend, you now wish to hear something of my own affairs; but of them I have nothing new to say. Our little circle of friends divide their time between reading, walking, and conversation; I mean in general. Music comes in for its share; in which science, we have variety, sufficient to please every taste. My sister, whose present happy circumstances suit with the vivacity of her mind, deals in the sprightly. 79 Poor Maria, all tender and melancholy, like her own feelings. My lovely Indian (who is now become a true convert to Christianity) is all sublime, and in the most melodious tone of voice, chaunts 80 forth divine songs, in praise of the Deity, and his works; whilst I and my brother, are entertained by each alternately. But we are not such selfish, unsociable creatures, as to shut out the rest of the world entirely, but receive and return visits, at stated periods, so as not to be looked on in a disagreeable light by the neighbouring gentry, among whom some are pleasing enough.
