I think Lucy has not mentioned to you the lively conversations that passed in the evening, after the christening, between Sir Charles and Lady G.; she choosing to single out her brother (as she had threat-ened, unknown to him, to do) in order to try once more her strength with him, in vivacity and raillery. She delighted every-body with her wit: for it was not so rapid and so unguarded as sometimes it is. He condescended, was Lucy’s just observation, to re-turn wit for her wit, in order to follow her lead, as he saw the company was delighted with their conversation; and was exceedingly brilliant. She com plimented herself on the merit of having drawn him out, though to her own disadvantage. Finding her-self overmatched, she shifted her attacks, and made one upon me; but with so much decorum and complaisance, as shewed she intended to do me honour, rather than herself.

2\csdaij cvening.’\ Sir Charles visited Sir Harry Beauchamp. The Poor man numbers his hours, and owned, that the three the best of men gave him (though Sir Charles intended to be back in one) were more hc^.ppy ones than he had promised himself inthislife. Omadam! How easy sits my Sir Charles’s piety upon him! He can pity a dying friend, with-out saddening his own heart: for he lives the life of duty as he goes along, and fears not the inevitable lot.

Wednesday.’] He paid a visit to Sir Hargrave. Sir Hargrave, it seems, complimented him, but with tears in his eyes, on his marriage. Great God! said he, how are you rewarded! How am I punish-ed! Is there not hope that 1 have all my punishment in this life? I am sure, it is very, very heavy.

He visited the same day Mrs. Oldham, and her children.

He drank tea that afternoon with the Danby fa-mily in full assembly, at the house of their elder brother; and came to my cousin Reeves’s to supper. My uncle, aunt, Mr. Deane, and Lucy, accompa-nied me thither to tea and supper, where, as by promise, we were joined by Lord and Lady G. Lord L. Mrs. Eleanor Grandison, my Emily, and Mr. Beauchamp. Mr. Reeves had also invited Lady Betty Williams. AVhat felicitations did she pour on me! She sighed, poor lady! for the unhappy step her daughter had taken: and I sighed for the mother; who, though she had not given her daughter a bad example, had not set her a good one.

Lucy will tell you what a charming evening we had.

On Thursday.’] Mr. Grandison presented his new-married Lady to Sir Charles and me, and dined with us. Sir Charles received the lady, as well as his cousin, with the utmost politeness. She is far from being a disagreeable woman: but, at first, the awe she had of the people of rank in compan}"^, particu-larly of Lady G. as she owned to nic, gave her an air of awkwardness. But Sir Cliarles’s polite notice of her soon made her easy.