excerpt from 'Elizabeth Carter, 1717–1806. An Edition of Some Unpublished Letters' pp. 117-118 (188 words)
excerpt from 'Elizabeth Carter, 1717–1806. An Edition of Some Unpublished Letters' pp. 117-118 (188 words)
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If my periods run but half so musically as the notes of Miss Lynch’s Spinet you have a very a very agreable [sic] Letter even if it should contain nothing but words. I admire your heroic fortitude that could remain so calm & unconcerned amidst the dangers of an Inundation, but must insist on my being the greater philosopher who under the Influence of the most charming Sounds that ever inchanted mortal Ears, can set gravely down to write an Epistle. There is something more truely [sic] Stoical in defying the soft Attractions of pleasure, than in bearing up against the Attacks of Terror & Surprize, & Storms Earthquakes & Inundations are less formidable than the Voice of a Syren. Did you ever see or hear of any thing so prodigiously modest as this Encomium on my self. Oh dear! now I talk of hearing & seeing, Miss Lynch & I have clubb’d our Wits to compose the strangest Letter that ever was seen or heard of to puzzle Endymion. Do not say any Thing about it for tis a great Mystery but we will show it you when you come here. |
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