Lady Beuuchump, as my patron afterwards told me, confessed, in tears, that she should owe to him all the tranquillity of mind which she can hope for, if she survive Sir Harry. O sir, said she, till I knew you, I was a narrow, selfish creature, I was j.alou* of a father’s love to a worthy son; whose worthiness I knew not, as a son, and as a friend; that was the happiest day of our Beauchamp’s life, which intro-duced him to an intimacy with you.

Here, on Friday morning, we left Mr. Beauchamp, sorrowing for his father’s illness, and endeavouring by every tender act of duty, to comfort his mother-inlaw on a deprivation, with which, I am afraid, she will soon be tried.

My Beauchamp loves you, Sir Charles, said Sir Harry, at parting in the morning after breakfast; and so he ought. Wherever you are, he wants to be; but spare him to his mother and’ me for a few days: he is her comforter, and mine. Fain, very fain, would I have longer rejoiced, if God had seen fit, in the love of both. But I resign to the Divine will. Pray for me: you also, Dr. Bartlett, pray for me. My son tells me what a good man you are And may we meet in heaven! I am afraid, Sir Charles, that I never shall see you again in this world But why should I oppress your noble heart? God be your guide and protector! Take care of your precious health. You have a great deal to do, before you finish your glorious course, and come to this last period of human vanity.

My patrou was both grieved and rejoiced Re-joiced to see Sir Harry in a frame of mind so dif — ferent from that to which he had been a witness in Sir Margrave Pollexfen; and grieved to find him past all hopes of recovery.

Sir Charles pursued his journey, cross the country, to Lady Mansfield’s. We found no convenient place for dining, and arrived at Mansfield-house about five on Friday afcernoon.

My Lady Mansfield, her daughter and sons, were overjoyed to see my patron. Mr. Grandison told me, that he never from infancy till this time, shed so many tears as he has shed on this short tour, sometimes from joy, sometimes from grief. I don’t know, madam, whether one should wish him re-established in his fortune, if it could be done; sine* calamity, rightly supported, is a blessing.

Here I left my patron, and proceeded on Saturday morning with Mr. Grandison to the hall. If* Sir Charles finds matters ripened for a treaty between the Mansfields and their adversaries, as he has been put in hopes, he will stay at Mansfield-house, and only visit us at the hall incognito, to avoid neigh-bourly congratulations, till he can bring things to bear.