Twelve o'clock
Never in my life did I feel any sorrow equal to this separation . Love her , my Lucy ; you can never have half the tenderness for her she merits . She stood on the deck till the ship turned Point Levi , her eyes fixed passionately on our boat . Twelve o'clock . I have this moment a letter from your brother to Emily , which she directed me to open , and send to her ; I inclose it to you , as the safest way of conveyance : there is one in it from Temple to him , on the same subject with yours to me . Adieu ! I will write again when my mind is more composed .