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<p align="right">Sunday July 29 1792</p> | <p align="right">Sunday July 29 1792</p> | ||
My dear Eliza | My dear Eliza | ||
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Sunday July 29 1792
My dear Eliza
Your Summer I hope, in the North, is not rendered so unseasonable for Travellers by incessant Rain, as it seems to be in this part of the World. - it will give me great Satisfaction to hear that the Sky smiles upon you in Staffordshire & that all things conspire to make your expedition as much a jaunt of pleasure, as a Journey of Health
My visit to the enchanting Poet of Buckinghamshire was indeed interesting in no common degree, & I will endeavour to give you a little History of such circumstances relating to it, as may appear to me most striking — Hermits as we both are, by Habit & Inclination, there was little probability, that we should ever meet; but a little Incident having induced me to write to Him, we became gradually attached to each other by our Letters: