LETTER XLII.

The Hon. GE0RGE M0LESW0RTH to the same.

_London_

The day of days is over!

I am too ecstatic to sleep:--exquisite felicity wants not the commonsupports of nature.--In such scenes as I have witness'd, the _soul_begins to know herself:--she gives us a peep into futurity:--theenjoyments of this day has been all her own.