Good Heaven, thought I, at the time, how was this noble-minded man entangled by delicacies of situation, by friendship, by compassion, that he should ever have been likely to be engaged in a fa-mily of Roman catholics, and lived half of his days out of his beloved country! And the other half to have set, as to the world’s eye, such an example in it!

I know, Lady G. he would have made it his study to prevent any mischief to his neighbours from the active zeal of his lady’s confessor, had a certain compromise taken effect. I remember the hint he gave to Father Marescotti: but would even thai good man have thought himself bound to observe faith with heretics in such a case?

Whither am I rambled! I was going to tell you, that if this Italian family comes over, his new-taken house in Gi’osvenor Square being, as you know, nearly ready, he proposes to compliment with it those noble guests, for the time of their residence in England; for he will not, it seems, be so soon obliged to quit his present London-house, as he had thought he must.

And thus, my dear Lady G. have I obeyed your commands. I know you will not be satisfied with nie. Had I been able to Jollovo a subject that ivas made to my hand, I should have attempted the parting scene between my cousin and her grandmamma. Could I have borrowed your pen, I would have displayed the tender, yet magnanimous parent, not once, though tottering with age and infirmities, hinting that she might never again see the darling pf her heart. She saddened not hope; butencour-aged it. All she said, demonstrated love of her Harriet, divested oFitself, and a soul above the weaker passions! and well might she, since she has already her head among the stars, and can look down with pity, unmixed with envy, on all those who by their youth are doomed to toil through the rugged road of life, in search of a haj)piness that is not be met with in it; and, at the highest can be compounded for, only by the blessing of a contented mind. With the same ])en, before I had resigned it, would I have described the lovely grandchild embracing the knees of the indulgent parent, not satisfied with one, two, three blessings; and, less generously in the purport, though not in the intent (judging from her own present happiness, that there is still some-thing worth wishing for to be met with in this world) praying to God to preserve the over-ripened fruit still on the withered tree; in which we all join-ed. But O how much less generously, as I hinted, because it was altogether for our own sakes! But I know not whose pen I must have bori’owed, to have done justice to Sir Charles Grandison’s beha-viour on this occasion!