A hatta fruit Carlos to his cousin Teresa, Princes: of
Beirut,
ncss of the lotto us ; raid aoi the sake of the lady, it is holed they are forgerita—if alto lutist be a bloodthirsty as wail as bigoted
persohaera Lac give sonic extracts front the precious ducticienits. Carlo!, c r.'t= tat it
lo,e 'y love, atiI.,hat wIde,i I !war tivs• ..:teat as thine , u.,y al•it Ituis I am at
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fectly '01.J. • • • Thi, ■•I■;!,l p stomach; ,,ut. *kali; (.• it has ceased. M y :on i, veil : I it I:0,1re, WI well Si ti* :Ieu. I hale 140 time to W rite Mare. • 1 will inl,ss Uwe 1%%0 words MI the -Aber sl Ad:es, my Nii.C—tily us itch, -nay love--my all Receive a Ico.t boy.. g and moat 'Aura embrace, and the heart ad' thy most pas..i.mately altaelicil husband,
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" l'.S. My att.etitniat-., remetubraue.!s to thy children. Adieu, toy a itch:" The lady replies— "My laustaatel. my most beloved1 Mill most Iltsired, my own Car:Pos, my life, the pos. sea-or of my heart, thou art my only tote, irry only consoler, my blessing, my son, my wizard, the Corlitos or thy Teresa who is dy lug for thee. 1 hays a wild and Wind paision for tie-u. Alt: nay love, dust thou out know it well: If thou eouldst but see the :usleut desire I have to see thee! Moleover, these model its ewe killing me. 1 am ill the greatest adlliction; for it is now til'teen days since I received a letter from thee, ray little pigeon. Consider rail pity- me, my life. Al, ! stir of my affection, base al,solutely no strength to hear tilts : my only consolation is in the septenary I am performing fur thee to our mother, mtdrinal•er, uurl generalisima, the nary Virgin de
los licdores. • • • "How art thou, my Carlitos 3—and where art thou? God knows! May his Divine
Majesty grant that taws mayest be as I ; and that the Virgin may at this mu- went be leading thee whither I wish, and that so all the i,,fernal Chri,tilms ntoy be frterna,mteci, in order that thou mayest have passed the Festival of the Standard (pre. rimed to be that of the Nativity or the Virgin Mary, which is on the 8th, September) in ‘ladrid, and be at rest ; and that thou wilt not delay a moment in sending for us.for I desire every day, with more lively ardour, to enjoy thy sweet society. All! my own love, how greatly 110 I desire it! I am CliatlIOUrefl of thee every day more and Inure; and thou art my only love. "My children are very well, thank God; I hope my eon is so likewise, and that he pleases time in all things. I still seller from nay headache; but i.o 'sole thyself. nay Carlitos, I rum better; and my head is not, wr has it been so stall-oft-A as formerly, nor do I wander no much. I have recovered from the indisposition I had the other day ; but yesterday 1 threw up sonic bile."
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