Ah, Sir! Could I wish joy to any man on this occasion, it would be to you, because of your cha-racter; and in the reflection, that the most excellent of women must be happier with you than any other man could have made her. But self, self. Sir! He is indeed a hero, who, with such a fervent attachment as mine, can divest himself of self. I loved her, Sir, from her early infancy, and never knew another love.

The man, Mr. Orme, who loved Miss Byron, gave distinction to himself. Permit me to present her to you, and you to her, as dear friends; and allow me a third place in your friendship. You have a sister who justly claims a second. I dare engage for the dear creature, from what I know of her va-lue for Mr. Orme, that she will allow of this friend — ship, on the foot of his own merits, were my recommendation out of the (juestion.

O Sir Charles! you are, yo; ought to be, the man. And will you allow me on these terms to visit ijou, and visit lier? But, alas! I fear I cannot soon

At your own time, my dear Mr. Orme. At iNIr. Selby’s; at her house in London; in Hampshire; wherever she is, and whether 1 am present or ab-sent, Mr. Orme will be received as her brother and mij brother, as Jier friend and viij friend. b2

Good God! Good God! He gushed into tears. He ran into the house to hide his emotion; but in vain: Forgive me, said he, forgive me. Sir John! (who just then came in trom taking leave of his noble guest) but there is no bearing this man’s magnanimity! He is all I have heard of him. Hap-py, happy Miss Byron! No man but this could deserve her. But where is he? rising: I will ask his pardon for my abrupt departure from him.

He is gone, answereil Sir John. I saw him in his chariot! Good Mr. Orme! he called you, and sighed for you. Poor Mr. Orme declared, that he would wait upon Sir Charles, and tell himj how acceptable to his heart, and what balm to his mind, would be the tender he had the goodness to make him. Sister, said he, you were at the gate, as well as the young ladies; did he not hint, did he not say, that 5liss Byron spoke of me with tenderness?

I begin tofancy I am in a way to please you, Lady G.: of which, at taking up my pen, I had little hopes, and therefore intended not to take much pains about it. I am very saucy, you’ll say, per-haps.