Mr. Beauchamp, Sir Harry himself, and my lady, are continually blessing
my guardian: Every body, in short, blesses him.--But, ah! madam, where is
he, at this moment? O that I were a bird! that I might hover over his
head, and sometimes bring tidings to his friends of his motions and good
deeds. I would often flap my wings, dear Miss Byron, at your chamber
window, as a signal of his welfare, and then fly back again, and perch as
near him as I could.
I am very happy, as I said before, in the favour of Lady and Lord L----,
and Lady and Lord G----; but I never shall be so happy, as when I had the
addition of your charming company. I miss you and my guardian: O, how I
miss you both! But, dearest Miss Byron, love me not the less, though now
I have put pen to paper, and you see what a poor creature I am in my
writing. Many a one, I believe, may be thought tolerable in
conversation; but when they are so silly as to put pen to paper, they
expose themselves; as I have done, in this long piece of scribble. But
accept it, nevertheless, for the true love I bear you; and a truer love
never flamed in any bosom, to any one the most dearly beloved, than does
in mine for you.
I am afraid I have written arrant nonsense, because I knew not how to
express half the love that is in the heart of
Your ever-obliged and affectionate
EMILY JERVOIS.
LETTER XXXIX
MISS BYRON, TO LADY G----
TUESDAY, MAY 2.
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