Beauchamp sighs for Emily: Emily for some-body else. Sir Hargrave is still miserable. Poor Sir Harry! He still lives! But can life be life, when there is no hope!

Write me one more letter before you come up: if it be ever so short a one. Don’t be proud and saucy: you imagine, I suppose, that you can’t write as well as Harriet and L Granted. Attempt it not therefore. But write as well as you can; and that, till Harriet can find herself at leisure to resume her pen, shall content

Your true friend, and humble servant,

CfJ. G.

No end of your compliments to us in town, you say, No end of ours to you in the country, were I to begin them: therefore will not say a word about them.

Letter III.

Miss Selby to Lady G.

Thursday night, November 30, And must I write your ladyship one more letter? And tdll a short one content you?

Well then, I’ll try for it.

On Sunday last, we hoped to be quiet and good: but the church was as much crowded as it was the Sunday before.

Monday and Tuesday the bride and bridegroom returned the visits made them. At one, they met Miss Orme, and accompanied her to her brother’s seat, at her request. You did not seem to like my account of Sir Charles’s interview with Mr. Orme in my last: so I will not tell you what passed on oc-casion of that visit to that worthy man. I will be as perverse as you are difficult. 1 don^t care. Yet, as your new sister described the meeting and parting to me, you would have been pleased with what I could have told you.

Yesterday we had a ball given by Mrs. Shirley. Were I able to write to please you, how I could expatiate on this occasion! How did the bridegroom shine! Every-body was in raptures with him, on his charming behaviour to his bride. The notice he took of her was neither too little, nor too nmch, for the most delicate observers. Every young lady eu-vied her; and how coldly did some of them look on their own humble servants! They indeed were as regardful of him as their mistresses: so bore the preference the better. My uncle Selby was all, and more than all, he used to be. How happy that he is a sober man! His joy, raised by wine would have made him mad.

This day we have been all happy together. A calm, serene day; at Shirley-manor! And thus is the matter settled among us Your brother and new sister; my uncle and aunt Selby; Mr. Deane, and your ladyship’s humble servant; are to set out early tomorrow morning for London. My brother James would fain accompany us; Sir Charles kindly inviting him: but I withstood it; so did my aunt; the private reason because of Mhs Jervois.

Sir Charles thinks to stay in town till the Friday following; and then proposes to carry his bride, and all of us, to Grandison-hall.