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Marry Trevellyn, Eustance, is certainly worth your acquaintance.
You couldn't come, I suppose, as far as Florence, too see her?
XIV.—Georgina Trevellyn to Louisa .
•••To-morrow we're starting for Florence,
Truly rejoiced, you may guess, to escape from republican terrors;
Mr. C. and Papa to escort us; we by vettura
Through Siena, and Georgy to follow and join us by Leghorn.
Then Ah, what shall I say, my dearest? I tremble in thinking!
You will imagine my feelings,—the belnding of hope and of sorrow!
How can I bear to abandon Papa and Mamma and my sisters?
Dearest Louisa, indeed it is very alarming; but trust me
Ever, whatever may change, to remain your loving Georgina.
P. S. by Mary Trevellyn.
•••"Do I like Mr. Claude any better?"
I am to tell you,—and, "Pray, is it Susan or I that attract him?"
This he has never told, but Georgina could certainly ask him.
All I can say for myself is, alas! that he rather repels me.
There! I think him agreeable, but also a little repulsive.
So be content, dear Louisa; for one satisfactory marriage
Surely will do in one year for the family you would establish,
Neither Susan nor I shall afford you the joy of a second.
P. S. by Georgina Trevellyn.
Mr. Claude, you must know, is behaving a little better;
He and Papa are great friends; but he really is too shilly-shally,—
So unlike George! Yet I hope that the matter is going on fairly.
I shall, however, get george, before he goes, to say something.
Dearest Louisa, how delightful, to bring young people together!
E'en amid clamor of arms, here in the city of old,
Seeking from clamor of arms in the Past and the Arts to be hidden,
Vainly 'mid Arts and the Past seeking our life to forget?
He that behold thee, anon, whither thou leadest, must go!
Go, and the wise, loving Muse, she also will follow and find thee!
She, should she linger in Rome, were not discovered from thee!
[To be continued.]