Iam every day more pleased with my situation, my dear friend; at least I am so with my daughter, for my happiness depends on her conduct and her affection for me. I told you all the little causes of complaint I had against her, on her first being married. But those little clouds are now vanished, and I begin to believe, that, in doubting her sensibility, mine has often made me unjust. She loves her husband passionately. In general, all the emotions of her heart are violent; and tho’ these tempers may be more dangerous than others, you must agree that they are the only ones that are formed for attachments. I ought to applaud myself for having given her to the man of her choice: a person so impetuous, open, and with such lively passions as she has, could never have supported an engagement contrary to her inclinations. She, who could never bear the slightest contradiction, even in the most trifling matters! She has many faults, I confess, but they are chiefly owing to her vivacity and the little dissimulation of which she is capable. You have known me suspect her of falsehood on some occasions, and it gave me great affliction. Thank Heaven, I was deceived; and, as she herself tells me, what I was inclined to attribute to artifice was merely owing to her being inconsiderate and giddy; and, in fact, these are her principal faults; and, her heart, besides, is very susceptible of good impressions, and will yield to them. She has made choice of a friend, and loves her to excess. This friend is a few years older than herself, has been married about four years, and is equally distinguished by her birth, situation, and agreeable behaviour. It is with great pleasure that I observe my daughter giving herself up to all the enthusiasm of a first friendship.