He saluted Mrs. Selby My own aunt Selby! What obligations am I under to you, and to our venerable Mrs Shirley, for giving to an angel an angel’s education, and conferring on me the blessing!

Congratulate me, my dear cousin Ilolles’s, saluting each. May you both he as happy, whenever you alter your single estate, as I will endeavour to make your lovely cousin!

He withdrew with so much respectfulness to the happy Harriet, as delighted us all.

Lucy went with him, to pay her morning compliments to the two grandniannna’s.

Sister, said Kitty Holies, after he was gone we never, never, can think of marrying, after we have seen Sir Charles Grandison, and his behaviour.

Lucy returned with Nancy. They embraced their cousin. Your grandmamma and my grandmamma, my dearest cousin, are impatient to see you, in?/0Mr grandmamma’s chamber; and the gentlemen are crying out for their breakfasts in the great parlour. We hurried into Mrs. Shirley’s apartment. The bride threw herself at her grandmamma’s feet, for her blessing. It was given in such a tender and pious manner, that we were all afrected by it. The best of sons, of men, said she, afterwards, has but just left me. What a blessing to all around him, is a good man! Sir Charles Grandison is every-thing. But, my dear loves, to the younger ladies, let a good man, let life, let manners, be the principal motive of your choice: in goodness will you have every sanction; and your fathers, mothers, relations, friends, every joy! .Sly dearest child, my Harriet, taking her hand, there was a time that I thought x\vt man on earth could deserve you: now it is my prayer, and will be, that you may deserve this man. Ijut let us join the gentlemen. Fear not, my Har-riet Sir Charles’s character will preserve with every one its dignity, and give a sanction to the solemnity that has united you to him. My dearest love! be j)roud, and look assured: ifoii may, or who can? Yesterday’s transaction is your glory; glorj in it, my Harriet!

We attended the two elder ladies down. Har-riet, as bashful people ever do, increased her own difficulties, by staying behind with her Lucy. We were all seated at the breakfast-tables, and staid for them: Mr. Selby grew impatient; every one having declared themselves ready for breakfast. At last, down came the blushing bride, with her Lucy. Sir Charles seeing Mr. Selby’s countenance turning peevishly arch; just as he had begun, * Let me tell you, niece,’ and was coming out with something, he arose, and taking his bride’s hand, led her to her seat. Hush, my dear Mr. Selby, said he: no-body must call to account my wife, and I present. How, Sir! How, Sir! Already have I lost my niece?

Not so, Mr. Selby. All her duties will have strength given them by the happy event of yester-day: but you must not let a new-married man sec how much easier it is to find fault than to be fault-less.