You cannot imagine, my dear, the pleasure I had, the more for my various dream, when your brother, so amiably serene, love, condescension, affability, shining in his manly countenance, alighted, as I saw him through my window, at t!ie same time I had the call to breakfast Dear Sir! I could have said, Have not i/ou been disturbed by cruel, perplexing, contradictory visions? Souls may be near, when bodies are distant. But are we not one soul? Could yours be unaffected, when mine was so much disturbed? But, thank God, you are come! Come safe, unhurt, pleased with me! My fond arms, were the ceremony passed, should welcome you to your Har-liet. I would tell you all my disturbances from the absurd illusions of the past night, and my mind should gather strength from the confession of its weakness.

He talked ofsetting out early tomorrow morning. His first visit, he said, should be to Sir Harry Beau-champ; his next to Sir Hargrave Pollexfen. Poor Sir Harry! he said, and sighed for him.

Tendcr-her.rted man! as Clementina often called your brother: lie i)itied Lady Beauchamp. His poor Beauchamp! ‘‘Hie loss of a father, he said, where a great estate was to descend to the son, was the test of a no!)le heart. He could answer for the sincerity of his Beauehamp’s grief, on this trying occasion. Of what joy, said he [sitting between two of the best of womeii. equally fond of him, speaking low] was I, wa-^ .’.vy f .ther, de])rived! Me had allowed me to thinly of returning to the arms of his paternal love. I make no dou!)t, but on looking into his affairs (his son, perhaps his steward) he would have ilone for lus (laughters what I have done for m.y X 2 sisters. We should both of us have had a new liFe to begin, and pursue: a happy one, from my duty and his indulgence, it must have been. I had plan-ned it out. VV ith all humility I would, by degrees, have laid it before him, first one part, then another, as his condescension would have countenanced me.

Vile, vile reveries! Must not this young man be the peculiar care of Heaven? How could my disturbed imagination terrify me but in a dream, that the machinations of the darkest mind (as his must be [Greville is not so bad a man] who could medi-tate violence against virtue so sacredly guarded) could be permitted to prevail against his life! i\Iy grandmamma once, with tears in her eyes, as he talked of taking leave, laid her hand upon his, and instantly withdrew it, as if she thought the action too free. He took her hand, and with both his, raised it to his lips Venerable goodness! he called her. She looked,*;o proud, and so comforted! eveiy one so pleased! It is a charming thing to see blooming youth fond of declining age!