Tuesday, September 5. O MY dear cousin! I am now sure you will be the hap-piest of women! Sir Charles Grandison made us a visit this very day. How Mr. Reeves and I re-joiced to see him! We had but just before been called upon by a line from Lady G. to rejoice with her on her brother’s happy arrival. He said, he was under obligation to go to Windsor and Hampshire, upon extraordinary occasions; but he could not go, till he had paid his respects to us, as well for our own sakes, as to enquire after your health. He had re-ceived, he said, some disagreeable intimations in re — lation to it. We told him, you were not well; but we hoped not dangerously ill. He said so many kind, tender, yet respectful things of you O my Harriet! I am sure, and so is Mr. Reeves, he loves you dearly. Yet we both wondered that he did not talk of paying you a visit. But he may have great mat-ters in hand. But what matters can be so great as not to be postponed, if he loves you? and that he certainly does. I should not have known how to contain my joy before him, had he declared himself your lover.

He condescendingly asked to see my little boy Was not that very good of him? He would have won my heart by this condescension, had he not had a great share of it before Vov i/our sake, my cousin. You know I cannot mean otherwise: and you know, that, except Mr. Reeves and my little boy, I love my Harriet better than any-body in the world. No-body in Northamptonshire, I am sure, will take exception at this.

I thought I would write to you of this kind visit. Be well, now, my dear: all things, I am sure, will come about for good: God grant they may! I dare say, he will visit you in Northamptonshire: and if he does, what can be his motive? Not mere friendship: Sir Charles Grandison is no trifler!

I know you will be sorry to hear that Lady Betty Williams is in great affliction. Miss Williams has run away with an ensign, who is not worth a shil-ling: he is, on the contrary, over head and ears, as the saying is, in debt. Such a mere girl! But what shall we say?

Miss C’antillon has made as foolish a step. Lord bless me! I think girls, in these days, are bewitched. A nominal captain too! Her mother vows, they shall both starve, for her: and they have no other depend-ence. She cannot live without her pleasures: nei — ther can he without his. A Ranelagh fop. Poor wretches! What will become of them? For every-thing is in her mother’s power, as to fortune. She has been met by Miss Allestree; and looked so shy! so silly! so slatternly! Unhappy coquettish thing!