My aunt was only relieved of her anxiety concerning his fate by a letter from him dated Hamburgh.
How often have I wept over that letter which untill I was sixteen was the only relick I had to remind me of my parents.

"Pardon me," it said, "for the uneasiness I have unavoidably given you: but while in that unhappy island, where every thing breathes _her_ spirit whom I have lost for ever, a spell held me.

It is broken: I have quitted England for many years, perhaps for ever.

But to convince you that selfish feeling does not entirely engross me I shall remain in this town untill you have made by letter every arrangement that you judge necessary.

When I leave this place do not expect to hear from me: I must break all ties that at present exist.