Your uncle is an odd, but a very honest Dunstable soul! Tell him, I say so; but withal, that he should leave women to act as vcomen^ in these matters. What a ducr, what a pize, would he expect perfection from them? He, whose arguments always rurx in the depreciating strain? If he ivoiild, ajk him, Where should they have it, conversing, as they a:“e obliged to do, with men? Men for their fathers, for their brothers, for their uncles They must be a ///- //(? silly, had they not — a fund of silliness in themselves. But I would not have tliem be most out, in mat-ters where they should be most in.

I think, however, so does Lady L. tliat so far as you have proceeded, you are tolerable; though not halt” so clever as he, considering situations. Upon my word, Harriet, allowing tor every ihing, neither of 8ir Charles Grandison’s sisters expected that their brother would have made so ardent, so polite, a h)ver. He is so prudent a man, and that once had like to have been one of /y^/er, even yor objections. Yet so nobly sincere so niaiily. O that my ape But come, Harriet, as men go in this age of monkeys and Sir Foplings, Lord (j. (for all you) is not to be despised. I, as a good wife, ought, will take his part, wiioever runs him down. Where much is not given, nmch, and so forth

I have told Emily the good news: I could not help it, though you promise to write to her. l^)or thing! she is all ecstacy! She is not the only one who seeks, as her greate^t good, v/hat may pos-sibly prove her greatest misfortune. But for her sake, for your sake, and my brother’s, I hope, under your directing eye, and l)y prudent management (the liaine so young) a little cold water will do; and that if it ivill blaze, it may be directed towards Beaucluimp’s house.

Let me v.hisper you again, Harriet Young girls, finding themselves vested with new powers, and a Si t of new inclinations, turn their staring eyes out of themselves; and the first man they see, they imagine, if he be a single man, and but siujpersat them, they must receive him as a lover: t’aen they return down-cast for ogle, that he may ogle on without interrup — tion. They are soon bi ought to write answers to letters ^^llieh confess flames the writer’s heart never ieit. file girl doubts not lur own gifts, her own coiisefjiviice: she wonders tiiat her father, mother, and other friends, never told her of these new-found e.xeciit i.cies: she is more and mure beautiful in her a 2 own eyes, as he more and more flatters her. If her parents are a-verse, the girl is per-verse; and the more, the less discretion there is in her passion. She adopts the word constanci/; she declaims against persecution: she calls her idle flame, love; a cupidity, which only was a something she knew not what to make of and, like a wandering bee, had it not set-tled on this flower, would on the next, were it either bitter or sweet.