I have looked upon what Lucy has written. I see there will be but little room for me to say any-thing. She is delighted with her task. It employs all her faculties: displays her fine taste in architecture, paintings, needle-works, shell-works. She will give you a description of several charming performances in the two latter arts, of the late Lady Grandison! How does the character of that admirable lady rise upon us! With what emulation does it fire me 1 On twenty accounts, it was a very bold thing, mj’^ grandmamma, for your Harriet to aspire to be Lady Grandison! Yet how does Sir Charles’s goodness, his kind acceptance of all my humble endeavours, encourage me! O madam! he said truth, when in courtship he told me, that I parted with power to liave it returned me with augmentation. I don’t know how it is, but his freedom of behaviour to me is increased; yet his respectfulness is not diminished, And, tender as he was before to me, his tenderness is still greater than it was: yet so much unaffected dignity in it, that my reverence for him is augment-ed, but without any abatement of my love. Then his cheerfulness, his more than cheerfulnes, his vi-vacity, shews, that he is at heart pleased with his Harriet. Happy Harriet! Yet I cannot forbear now-and-then, when my joy and my gratitude are at the highest, a sigh to the merits of Lady Cle-mentina! What I am now, should she have been, think I often! The general admiration paid me as the wife of Sir Charles Grandison, should have been paid to her! Lady L. Lady G. should have been her sisters! She should have been the mistress of this house, the coguardian of Emily, the successor of the late excellent Lady Grandison! Hapless Clementina! What a strange thing, that adherence to religion in two persons so pious, so good, each in their way, should sunder, for ever sunder, per-sons whose minds were so closely united!

Sir Charles, by Lucy, invites me, till dinner is ready, to walk with them, at her request, in the gal-lery. Lucy wants, in describing that gaUery, to give you, my dearest grandmamma (in whom every other of my friends is included) a brief history of the ancestors of Sir Charles, whose pictures adorn it. I come! Lord of my heart! I attend you! * *

How, madam, would you have been delighted, could you have sat in this truly-noble gallery, and seen the dear man, one arm round my waist, pointing sometimes with the other, sometimes putting that other arm round my Lucy’s, and giving short histories of the persons whose pictures we saw!

Some of the pictures are really fine. One of Sir Charles’s, which is drawn when he was about six-teen, is on horseback. The horse a managed, curvetting, proud beast. His seat, spirit, courage, admirably expressed: he must have been, as his sis-ters say he was, the loveliest, and the most undaunt — ed, yet most modest-looking, of youths. He passed his own picture so slightly, that I had not time to take in half the beauties of it. You will not doubt, madam, but I shall be often in this gallery, were only this one picture there.