Sept. 22, Ten o'clock
Rivers . To John Temple , Esq. . Temple-house , Rutland . Rose-hill , Sept. 22 , Ten o'clock . She is mine , my dear Temple ; and I am happy almost above mortality . I can not paint to you her loveliness ; the grace , the dignity , the mild majesty of her air , is softened by a smile like that of angels : her eyes have a tender sweetness , her cheeks a blush of refined affection , which must be seen to be imagined . I envy Captain Fermor the happiness of being in the same chaise with her ; I shall be very bad company to Bell , who insists on my being her cecisbeo for the journey .