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Bristol Hotwells, Sept. 16th.
Oh, Sir, Lord Orville is still himself! still what, from the moment I beheld, I believed him to be -- all that is amiable in man! and your happy Evelina, restored at once to spirits and tranquillity, is no longer sunk in her own opinion, nor discontented with the world; -- no longer, with dejected eyes, sees the prospect of passing her future days in sadness, doubt, and suspicion! -- with revived courage she now looks forward, and expects to meet with goodness, even among mankind: -- though still she feels, as strongly as ever, the folly of hoping, in any second instance, to meet with perfection.