Our dear Mr. Deane, though reluctantly, has consented that we shall leave him on Monday next. We shall set out directly for Selby-house, where we propose to be the same night. My aunt and I have been urgent with him to go back with us; but he is cross, and xvill be excused.

Just now Lucy tells me, that Mr. Deane declared to my uncle, aunt, and her, that he will not visit us at Selby-house till we send for him and the settle-ments together, which he will have ready in a week Strange expedition! Sure they are afraid your brother will change his mind, and are willing to put it out of his power to recede! Lucy smiles at me, and is sure, she says, that she may in confidence re-veal all these matters to me, without endangering my life. My next letter will be from Selby-house.

While that life continues, my dear ladies, look upon me assuredly yours,

HARRIET BYROX.

Letter XXVIL

Lady G. to Miss Byron.

Monday, October 23. Go on, go on, with your narrative, my dear. Hither-to Caroline and I know not how either much to blame you, or totally to acquit you o^ parade, the man and his situation considered: and the state of your heart for so many months past; every one of your friends consenting, shall I say? viore than consenting ardent, to be related to him. Hark ye, Harriet, let me whisper you My brother, whether he come honestly, or not, by his knowledge, I dare say, thinks not so highly of the free — masonry part of marriage as you do! You start, O Charlotte! you cry; And, O Harriet! too Bat my dear girl, let my brother see, that you think (and no woman in the world does if you don’t) that the true modesty, after hearts are engaged, is to think little of parade, and nmch of the social happiness that awaits two worthy minds united by love, and conformity of sentiment After all, we are silly creatures, Harriet: we are afraid of wise men. No wonder that we seldom choose them, when a fool offers. I wih I knew the man, however, who dared to say this in my hearing.

Your grandmother Shirley is more than woman: my brother prodigiously admires her. I think yi u may trust to her judgment, if j’ou suppose him too precipitating. Your aunt is an excellent woman: bat I never knew a woman or man, who valued themselves on delicacy, and found themselves consulted upon it, but was apt to over-do the matter. Js not this a little, a ‘ccrij little, Mrs. Selby’s case? Let her know that I bid you ask this question of herself: she must be assured that I equally love and honour her; so won’t be angry.