Lord L. has just now mentioned to his brother his wishes that he would stand godfather to the little lord. My brother caught his hand, and besought his pardon for not offering himself. You do me, my dear lord, said he, both honour and pleasure. Where was my thought? But this dear creature, turning to his bride, will be so good as to remind me of all my imperfections. I am in a way to mend; for the duties inseparable from my delightful new engagement will strengthen all my other duties.

I have taken upon me. Sir, said she, to request the favour of my Lord and Lady L.‘s acceptance of me for a godmother.

To which I have objections, said L I have a prior claim. Aunt Eleanor has put in hers, Lady W. hers; and this before Miss Byron was Lady drnndison.

Your circumstance, my dear Lady G. according to a general observation of our sex, is prohibitory.

Will you, my brother, appealed I, allow of super-stitious observances, prognostics, omens, dreams? no! My Harriet has been telling me how much she suffered lately from a dream, which she permit-ted to give strength and terror to her apprehensions from Mr. Greville. Guard, my dear ladies, against these imbecilities of tender minds. Jn these instances, if in no other, will you give a superiority to our sex, which, in the debate of this morning, my Charlotte would not allow of.

I will begin my next letter with an account of this debate; and if I cannot comprise it in the compass I intend to bring it into, my one more letter may perhaps stretch into two.

Letter LV.

Lady G. In Continuation.

The debate I mentioned, began on Saturday morning at breakfast-time; brought on by some of uncle Selby’s good-natured particularities; for he will always have something to say against women. I bespoke my brother’s neutrality, and declared I would enter the lists with Mr. Selby, and allow all the other men present to be of his side. I had a flow of spirits. Man’s usurpation, and woman’s na-tural independency, was the topic. I carried on my argument very triumphantly: now-and-then a sly hint, popt out by my brother, half-disconcerted me; but 1 called him to order, and he was silent: yet once he had like to have put me out Wrapping his arms about himself, with inimitable humour O my Charlotte, said he, how I love my country!

England is the onli/ spot in the world, in which this argument can be properly debated! Very sly Was it not?