Volume 1, Letter 12: To Eloisa

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​⁠O my Eloisa, how pathetic is the language of nature! How plainly do I perceive in your last letter, the serenity of innocence and the solicitude of love! Your sentiments are exprest without art or trouble, and convey a more delicious sensation to the mind, than all the refined periods of studied elocution. Your reasons are incontrovertible, but urged with such an air of simplicity, that they seem