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Know Your Own Happiness.

At First Sight, His Address Is Certainly Not Striking; And His Person Can Hardly Be Called Handsome, Till The Expression Of His Eyes, Which Are Uncommonly Good, And The General Sweetness Of His Countenance, Is Perceived.

She Had Nothing To Wish Otherwise, But That The Days Did Not Pass So Swiftly. It Was A Delightful Visit;-perfect, In Being Much Too Short.

She Would Have Liked To Know How He Felt As To A Meeting. Perhaps Indifferent, If Indifference Could Exist Under Such Circumstances. He Must Be Either Indifferent Or Unwilling. Has He Wished Ever To See Her Again, He Need Not Have Waited Till This Time; He Would Have Done What She Could Not But Believe That In His Place She Should Have Done Long Ago, When Events Had Been Early Giving Him The Indepencence Which Alone Had Been Wanting.

Could There Be Finer Symptoms? Is Not General Incivility The Very Essence Of Love?