Poor woman: she could not expect a better fate. To yield up her chastity; to be forced upon him af-terwards, by way of doing her poor justice; what ‘affiance can he have in her virtue, were she to meet with a trial?

But that is not all; for though nobody quertions her fidelity, yet what weight with him can her argu-ments have, were she to endeavour to enforce upon Siis mind those doctrines, which, were they to have proceeded from a pure heart, might now-and-then, have let in a ray of light on his benighted soul? A gloomy mind must occasionally receive great consolation from the interposal and soothing of a com panionable love, when we know it comes from an untainted heart!

Poor Mr. Grandison found in this case also great room for self-application and regret, without my being so officious as to remind him of the similitude; .hough the woman who is endeavoured to be imposed on him for a wife, is a more guilty creature than ever Mrs. Bagenhall was.

And here, madam, allow me to observe, that there is such a sameness in the lives, the actions, the pur-suits of libertines, and such a likeness in the acci — dents, punishment, and occasions for remorse, which attend them, that I wonder they will not be warned by the beacons that are lighted up by every brother libertine whom they know; and that they will so ge-nerally be driven on the same rock, overspread and surrounded as it is, in their very sight, by a thou-sand wrecks! Did such know your brother, and learn from his example and history, what a variety there is in goodness, as he passes on from object to object, exercising, not officiously, but as opportu-nity offers^ his noble talents to the benefit of hiir fellow-creatures, surely they would, like honest Mr. Sylvester, the attorney, endeavour to give them-selves solid joy, by following what that gentleman justly called so self-rewarding an example.

Forgive me, madam, if sometimes I am ready to preach: it is my province. Who but your brother can make every province his, and accommodate himself to every subject?

We reached Sir Harry Beauchamp’s that night; and there took up our lodgings.

Sir Harry seems to be in a swift decay; and he is-very sensible of it. He rejoiced to see your brother. I was afraid, fcir Charles Grandison, said he, that our next meeting would have been in another world. May we meet hereafter, and I shall be happy!

This was a wish, a thought, not to be discouraged in a dying man. Sir Charles was affected with it. You know, madam, that your brother has a heart the most tender, and, at the same time, the most intrepid, of human hearts. I have learned much from him. He preaches by action. Till I knew him, young man as he then was, and still is, my preaching was by words . — I was contented, that my actions disgraced not my words.