If you, Grandison, cannot forgive Olivia for loving you too well, for rendering herself too cheap to i: you; if you cannot repair in her own eyes, the honour of one, who, in that case, must be sunk in yours beyond the power of restoration; if you cannot forgive attempts of the hand, in which the heart had no share, but resisted; in a word, if you cannot forgive the fervor of a love, that, at times, combating my ride, had nearly overturned my reason also Then, et this virgin goodness be yours, and Olivia will endeavour to forgive you Yet O that yet Ah, Grandison! But how can a woman bear that re-fusal, which, however superior she may be in rank, in fortune, gives her an inferiority to the man of her wishes, in the very article in which it should be a woman’s glory ro retain dignity, even were the man superior to her in birth, and in all other outward advantages? I disdain thee, Grandison, in this light. I will tear thy proud image from my heart, or die. One request only, let me make, and permit your pride to comply with it. Return not to me, but ac-cept (accept as a token of love) the cabinets which perhaps will be in England before you. They will be thought by you of too great value; but they are not too great for the grandeur of my fortune, and the magnificence of my spirit. The medals alone, make a collection that would do credit to the cabinet of a sovereign prince. These are in your taste. They arc nothing to Olivia, but for your sake. Accept of these cabinets, as some atonement for the trouble I have give you; for the attempts I have made upon your liberty, and more than once (but Oh! with how feeble a hand!) upon your life! How easy had it been to take the latter, your soul so fearless, braving menaces and danger, had I been resolved to take it! How many ministers of vengeance, in my coun-try, had I been determined to execute it, would my fortune have procured me! How easy would it have been for me to conceal my guilt from all but myself, had the slow working howl, oreven the sharp-pointed poniard, given thee up to my great revenge! It is, however, happy for us both, that the proud bigot rejected you! Your death, and my distraction, had, probably, been the consequence of her acceptance of you Yet, how I rave! The moment I had seen you, my vengeance would have been arrested, as more than once it was. O Grandison! How dear are you (were you now, I will endeavour to say) to the soul of Olivia! Dearer than fame, than glory, and whatever the world deems valuable.