A Nov

O V E L.

IN TWO VOLUMES.

BY A YOUNG LADY.

Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf,
Not one will change his neighbour with himself.
The learn'd is happy, Nature to explore;
The fool is happy, that he knows no more ;
The rich is happy, in the plenty given ;
The poor contented with the care of Heaven.

POPE,

VOL. I.

DU B L I N:

PRINTED FOR MESSRS. WHITESTONE,

BYRNE, LEWIS, JONES, AND HALPEN.

MDCCLXXXVII.

NEW YORK

L U C I N D A.6.1 Os hurma

nurci grind.

:

Indeed, my dear girl, I feel for

you;

I pity you; for well do I know our separation will cost you many tears ; but remember, my dear, 'twas unavoidable, or it should not with my confent have happened. Let this, I charge you, console your affectionate heart; and depend upon it, neither time nor absence shall ever have power to weaken my attachment to my lovely pupil. I look back, I do assure you, with peculiar pleafure to the time I have bestowed in the cultivation of the best natural understanding that ever was given to one of our weak sex, as the lords

carentinn think nroner to call us ; --But I

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