LETTER !To Mrs Saville, England.
St Petersburgh, Dec. 11th, 17-.
You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement
of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings. I
arrived here yesterday; and my first task is ti assure my dear sister of
my welfare, and increasing confidence in the success of my
undertaking.
I am already far north of London; and as I walk in the streets of
Petersburgh, I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks,
which braces my nerves, and fills me with delight. Do you understand
this feeling? The breeze, which has travelled from the regions towards
which I am advancing, gives me a foretaste of those icy climes. Inspirited
by this wind of promise, my day dreams become more fervent and vivid.
I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is the seat of frost and
desolation; it ever presents itself to my imagination as the region of
beauty and delight."
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