LETTERS.
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LETTER LVII.
July 7.
I could not help feeling extremely mortified last post, at not receiving a letter from you. My being at was but a chance, and you might have hazarded it; and would a year ago.
I shall not however complain—There are misfortunes so great, as to silence the usual expressions of sorrow—Believe me, there is such a thing as a broken heart! There are characters whose very energy preys upon them; and who, ever inclined to cherish by reflection some passion, cannot rest satisfied with the common comforts of
life.
