The life and letters of Laurence Sterne . w wd such a creature please my Bramine ?I assure thee, Eliza, I have not been able tofind one, whom I thought could please you—theturn of Sentiment with wch I left yr Characterpossessed—must improve hourly upon you—Truth, fidelity, honour and Love mixd up withDelicacy, garrantee one another—and a taste soimproved as yrs, by so delicious fare, can neverdegenerate—I shall find you, my Bramine, ifpossible, more valuable and lovely than whenyou first caught my esteem and kindness for you—and tho I see not this change—I give you somuch credit for it—that at
The life and letters of Laurence Sterne . w wd such a creature please my Bramine ?I assure thee, Eliza, I have not been able tofind one, whom I thought could please you—theturn of Sentiment with wch I left yr Characterpossessed—must improve hourly upon you—Truth, fidelity, honour and Love mixd up withDelicacy, garrantee one another—and a taste soimproved as yrs, by so delicious fare, can neverdegenerate—I shall find you, my Bramine, ifpossible, more valuable and lovely than whenyou first caught my esteem and kindness for you—and tho I see not this change—I give you somuch credit for it—that at this moment, myheart glowes more warmly as I think of you-and I find myself more your Husband than con-tracts can make us—I stay here till the 29th—had intended a longer Stay—but much companyand Dissipation rob me of the only comfort mymind takes, wch is—in retirement, where I canthink of you, Eliza ! and enjoy you quietly andwithout Interruption--tis the way we mtistexpect all that is to be had of real enjoyment. LAURENCE STERNE. (Seep. 178.)From an old print alter a portrait by Daniel Dodd. 227 THE JOURNAL TO ELIZA 229 in this vile world—which being miserable itself,seems so confederated agst the happiness of theHappy, that they are forced to secure it inprivate—Variety must still be had ;—and that,Eliza ! and everything wth it, wch Yorickssense, or generosity has to furnish to one heloves so much as thee—need I tell thee—Thouwilt be as much a mistress of—as thou arteternally of thy Yorick—adieu adieu. June 26. Eleven at night—out all the day-dined with a large Party—shewed yr Picturefrom the fullness of my heart—highly admired—alas ! said I—did you but see the Original!—good night. June 27. Ten in the morning, with my Snuffopen at the Top of this Sheet,—and your gentlesweet face opposite to mine, and saying whatI write will be cordially read —possibly youmay be precisely engaged at this very hour, thesame way—and telli
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