Well, I won’t tell you what I laughed at just now, for fear you should laugh at us both. My brother’s arrival has tuned every string of my heart to joy. The holding up of a straw will throw me into tit-teration I can hardly forbear laughing again, to think of the shame the poor soul shewed, when he slunk away from me. After all, he ill brooks to be laughed at. Does not that look as if he were conscious? But what, Harriet (will you ask) mean l x by thus trifling with you, and at this time particu-larly? Why, I would be glad to make you smile, either with me, or at me: I am indifferent which, so that you do but smile You do! I protest you do! Well! now that I have obtained my wishes, I will be serious.

We congratulated my brother on the happy turn in the healths of his Italian friends, without naming names, or saying a word of the sister we had like to have had. He looked earnestly at each of us; bowed to our congratulations; but was silent. Dr. Bartlett had told us, that he never, in his letters to my bro-ther, mentioned your being not well, because he knew it would disturb him. He had many things to order and do; so that, except at breakfast, when aunt Nell invaded us with her dreams, and at din-ner, when the servants attendance made our dis course general, we had hardly any opportunity of talking to him. But in the space between tea-time and supper, hecameand told us, that he wasdevoted to us for the remainder of the day. Persons present were, Lord and Lady L. myself, and my good man, Dr. Bartlett, Mr. Beauchamp, and Emily, good girl! quite recovered, and blithe as a bird, attentive to every word that passed the lips of her guardian O, but aunt Nell was also present! Poor soul! I had like to have forgot her!

In the first place, you must take it for granted, that we all owned, we had seen most of what he had written to Dr. Bartlett.

What troubles, what anguish of mind, what a strange variety of conflicts, has your heart had to contend with, my dear Sir Charles, began .Mr. Beau-champ; and, at last, What a strange disappointment, from one of the noblest of women!

Very true, my Beauchamp. He then said great and glorious things of Lady Clementina. We all joined in admiring her. He seemed to have great pleasure in hearing us praise her Very true, Har-riet! But you have generosity enough to be pleased with him for that.

Aunt Eleanor (I won’t call her aunt Nell any more if I can help it) asked him if he thought it were possible for the lady to hold her resolution? Now you have actually left Italy, nephew, and are at such a distance, don’t you think her lovewill return?