The conversation began with my cousin Kitty’s greatly pitying Lady Clementina; describing, in her pathetic way, the struggles she had had between her tirst duties and her inclination; the noble preference she had given to the ibrnier; and the persecution, as she called it, of all her friends to induce her to J!?an-v when slic chose to ‘ivc single all her life.

Every one of us young folks joined with my cousin Kitty.

But your grandmamma Shirley could not, she said, perfectly agree with us in the hardship of Lady Clementina’s situation; who having from noble mo-tives spontaneously rejected the man of her choice, was from reasons of family convenience, and even of personal happiness, urged to marry a nobleman, who, by all accounts, is highly deserving and agreeable, and every-way suitable to her: a man, in short, to whom she pretended not an aversion; nor hoped nor wished to be the wife of any other man; proposing to herself only the single life, and having given up all thoughts of taking the veil.

Personal happiness! cried out Miss Kitty Holies: Can the woman be happy in a second choice, whose first was Sir Charles Grandison?

And whom, for noble motives, she refused, said my aunt Selby, remember ///r/^, Kitty; and whom she wished to be, and who actually is, the husband of another woman.

The girls looked at one another: but Mrs. Shirley speaking, they were all silent.

The happiness of human life, my dears, replied your grandmamma, is at best but comparative. The utmost we should hope for here, is such a situation, as, with a self-approving mind, will carry us best through this present scene of trial: such a situation, as, all circumstances considered, is upon the whole, most eligible for us, though some of its circumstances may be disagreeable.

Young people set out with false notions of happiness; gay, fairy-land imaginations; and when these schemes prove unattainable, sit down in disappointment and dejection. Tell n)e now, Kitty IJolles, and speak freely, my love [she would not address herself to some of us for a reason I, your Lucy, for one, need not give] we are all friends; the gravest of us have been young; tell us Kitty your ideas of happiness forayoung woman, just setting out in life.

Poor Emily answered only with a sudden blush, and a half-stiHed sigh: but all the rest, as with one voice cried out, Harriet, our Harriet, is the happy-woman J’o be married to the man of her choice; the man chosen by her friends, and applauded by all the world.

And so, said Mrs. Sclby, as there is but one Sir Charles Grandison in the world, were his scheme of protestant nunneries put in execution, all the rest of womankind, who had seen him with distinction, might retire into cloisters.

Were men to form themselves by his example, s:iid Emily [no unfavourable hint for Sir EdwardJ^ There she stopt.