|Charles Brockden Brown (17711810). Edgar Huntley; or, Memoirs of a Sleep-Walker. 1857.|
To Mr. Sarsefield.
PHILADELPHIA. I CAME hither but ten minutes ago, and write this letter in the bar of the stage-house. I wish not to lose a moment in informing you of what has happened. I cannot do justice to my own feelings when I reflect upon the rashness of which I have been guilty.
| I will give you the particulars to-morrow. At present, I shall only say that Clithero is alive, is apprized of your wifes arrival and abode in New York, and has set out with mysterious intentions to visit her.|| 2|
| May Heaven avert the consequences of such a design! May you be enabled, by some means, to prevent their meeting! If you cannot prevent itbut I must not reason on such an event, nor lengthen out this letter.|