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Mrs. Ramsay's sister, Mary Eleanor Pinckney, departed this life in 1794, and in the 25th year of her age, leaving two daughters and a son. These naturally excited the tenderest feelings of their affectionate aunt. As they grew up, an interchange of kind offices almost daily passed between them. To accommodate to her young friends, their aunt laid aside the superiority which age and relationship gave her, and, placing her nieces on the footing of daughters, mingled souls with them, as equal friends, and exchanged notes with them, which were frequently written with a pencil, and most of them without dates. From these the following are selected, as a specimen of the playfulness of her imagination, and an evidence of the overflowings of her love, wishing to impart cheerfulness and communicate happiness to all around her.

TO FRANCES HENRIETTA PINCKNEY.

You shall not be jealous, dear Fan, about not receiving a letter from me, after such a sweet, feeling note, as you have written me. Cherish, my darling niece, those warm sensibilities for your fellow creatures, and notwithstanding the various ills that "flesh is heir to," they will yield you more pleasure in going through life, than ever they will produce you unmingled pain. I am really proud of your note, and think how happy I am in daughters both at home and a little way off. I feel less grieved that you do not flatter me with the hopes of a visit this evening, as Eleanor and Patty are going to Mrs. Jones's ;

and will, I dare say, make you a fly, or perhaps, a long teazing musquito of a visit. Well, I do love Sunday on many accounts; and, as William, in the anticipation of his pocket money, often says to me, when will Saturday come? so 1, besides rejoicing in the religious blessings of the Sunday, often say, when will Sunday come? that I may be sure of my meeting streeters. Good-bye,

dear Fan, tell Mary to turn that naughty cold out of doors, or I wont send her any flowers for her bow pot, for I shall be afraid, that smelling those sweet roses too much has hurt her delicate nerves, and made her feel as if she had a cold. From your affectionate,

M. L. RAMSAY.

FROM THE SAME TO THE SAME.

I REGRET, dear Fan, that you should think it late, when you left us, if it implies that you found the evening tedious. I was in hopes you had been amused in your corner as we were in ours, and I believe on our side the chimney, we felt sorry for the signal of "more house." I have just dismissed my scholars, and feel a little like a tired old schoolmaster, so you must excuse this short note. I hear Patty capering about in the heigh-day of youth and freedom from care, so

I refer you to her for something amusing, and conclude with my love to dear Frances and Mary. From their friend and affectionate

M. L. RAMSAY.

TO MARY ELEANOR LAURENS PINCKNEY.

PRAY, dear Mary, put the two sprigs of mignonette in a wine glass full of water by themselves, and place thom near you, that when the gentle zephyr wafts their fragrance to your delighted sense, you may think of your flowerloving, and neice-loving

M. L. RAMSAY

TO F. H. PINCKNEY.

DEAR FAN,

PATTY requests I will tell you, she is so busy planting a tree, she cannot answer your note any other way, than by making me a cat's paw. I shall be very much mortified, if you do not drink tea with me this evening. It is by no means cold; and if you wish that sweet bloom to continue in your cheeks, you must let it sometimes

meet the wholesome breeze. My love to Mary, and longing to see you both, I remain, dear girls, your attached and affectionate

M. L. RAMSAY.

FROM THE SAME TO THE SAME.

How comes it, dear Fan, that you cannot oblige your cousins by joining their party tomorrow evening? Patty's face is so much lengthened since she received your note, that she looks a proper lady Doleful; lest therefore we should think you mean to monopolize the. beauty of the family to yourself, let your compliance with your cousins' wishes, dispense some portion of smiles and good looks among them. Your's, with great love,

M. L. RAMSAY.

FROM THE SAME TO THE SAME.

DEAR FAN,

MR. OGILVIE called, in propria persona, yesterday morning, to request I would hear his oration this evening. Can I do less than accept the

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invitation of Mr. Ogilvie, especially as he assures me it is what he thinks his best oration, and will feel himself honoured by my presence. Your cousins tell me you have some thoughts of going, and I shall feel particularly happy, that it should so happen, that on one of the few occasions, when it suits me to go into public, my dear niece should be with me. Pray come early, and you must also consider yourself as invited for tomorrow, when we shall endeavour to have Polls for Skylarks, Bonds to detain Nighting ales, and some sweet singing birds to enliven the evening; but it will be no evening to me without my Frances and Mary, so come and oblige your affectionate aunt,

M. L. RAMSAY.

FROM THE SAME TO THE SAME

DEAR FAN,

You have made me feel almost as curious as a young girl with your "I know what I could say. And pray, Miss Fan, what could you say? Not that you are envious, I hope. Remember what we have in hand, you still have in hope, and dont laugh at old folks. Here is Patty in a peck of troubles; her Mercury has dropt by the way

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