Will // 7iot be too carljj, madam, to ask you about some matters of domestic concern? The lease of the house in St. James’s Square is expired. Some diffi-culties are made to renew it, unless on terms which I think unreasonable. I do not easily submit to im])o-sition. Is there any-thing that you particularly like in the situation of that house?

Houses, Sir, nav, countries, will be alike to me, in the company of those I value.

You are ail goodness, madam. I will leave it to my sisters, to enquire ai’ter another house. I ho[)e you will allow them to consult you, as any one may offer. I will write to the owLier of my present house (who is solicitous to know my determination, and savs he has a tenant ready, if I relinquisii ii;) that it will be at his command in three months time. \V hen mv dear Miss Byron shall bless me with her hand^ and our Northamptonshire friends will part w ith her, if she pleases, we will U’o directly to the hall.

I bowed, and intended to look as one who thought herself obliged.

Restrain, check me, madam, whenever I seem to trespass on your goodness. Yet how shall I forbear to wish you to hasten the day that shall make you wholly mine? You will the rather allow me to wish il, as you will then be more than ever your own mistress; though you have always been generously left to a discretion that never was more deservedly trusted to. Your will, madam, will ever compre-hend mine.

You leave me, Sir, only room to say, that if gratitude can make me a merit with you, that began with the first knowledge I had of you; and it has been increasing ever since I hope I never shall be ungrate — ful.

Tears again strayed down my cheeks. Whj’ did I weep?

Delicate sensibility! said he. He clasped his arms about me But instantly withdrew them, as if recol-lecting himself Pardon me, madam I Admiration will sometimes mingle with reverence. I must express my gratitude as a man May my happy day be not far distant, that I may have no bound to my joy! He took my hand, and again pressed it with his lips. My heart, madam, said he, is in your hand: you cannot but treat it graciously.

Just then came in my Nancy [Why came she in?] with the general expectation of us to iireak-fast Breakfast! What, thought I, isbrcakiast! The — ivorld, my ChaHotte But hush! Withdraw, fond heart, from mj — pen! Can the dearest fritiid allow for the acknowledgement of impulses so fervent, and which, writing to the moment, as I may say, the moment only ran justify revealing?

He led nie down-stairs, and to my seat, with an air so noble, yet so tender My aunt, my Lucy, sue CHARLES GRANDISOX. Wi every-body looked at me. INIy eyes betrayed iviy hardly-conquered emotion.