He arose, took the little thing from me, kissed its forehead, its cheeks, its lips, its little pudsey hands, first one, then the other; gave it again to my arms; took it again; and again resigned it to me.

Take away the pug, said I, to the attendants Take it away, while any of it is left They rescued the still smiling babe, and ran away with it.

My lord then again threw himself at my feet Pardon, pardon me, dearest creature, said he, that I took amiss any thing you ever said or did You that could make me such rich amends O let not those charming, charming spirits ever subside, which for so many days together, I missed. I loved you too well, proceeded he, to take an}’ usage ihat was not quite what I wished it, lightly. But for some time past I have seen that it was all owing to a vi-vacitj’, that now, in every instance of it, delights my soul. You never, never, had malice or ill-nature in what I caWedj/uur petulance. You bore with mine. You smiled at me: henceforth, every thing you say, every thing you do, Viill I take for a favour. my Charlotte! Never, never more shall it be in your;;oiirr to make me so fur forget myself, v.s to ba angry!

My dear Lord G.! I had like to have said I believe I did say Then will you ruin, absolutely ruin, me! V.‘hat shall I do for my roguery? Never, never part with what you call so! Impossible, my lord, to retain it, if it lose its wonted pov.er over you. I shall have a new lesson to learn. () my lord! why began you net this course before Harriet and Caroline set out for Grandison-luill? I might by a closer observation of their behaviour, have made myself mistress of lessons that would have far more delightfully suj)plied the old ones, than can be done without their examples. But, my lord, the time will soon come, when we shall be allowed to fly to that benefit at Grandison-hall. Our little Harriet shall go with us: the in fant is the cement between us; and we will for the future be every day more worthy of that, and of each other.

My lord hurried from me in speechless rapture; his handkerchief at his eyes Nurse, said I, bring me again our precious charge — 1 will be all the mother. I chisped it to my bosom. What shall I do, my little Harriet! Thy father, sweet one! has run away with my roguery

What a scene is here! I will not read it over. If it require a blush, do you, my dear, blush for me: I am hardened And shall not perhaps, were I to re-pcruse it, my nuila-iiitj/ so kindly acknowledg-ed, so generously accepted, by my Lord G. be able to blusii ibr myself But I think I will not set my name to it Vet why should I not? I began it with my name. Need I be ashamiul of the scene? Girls, chits of Sclbv-houic consider of it, and of the contents of the inclosed, acknowledged, gloried in by your