The tenants jubilee, as they called it, was on Wednesday. It was a much more orderly day than we expected. Sir Charles was all condescension and cheerful goodness: my cousin, all gracioicsncss, M-as the word for her. Mrs. Shirley was of the company. How was she reverenced! She ever was! Once when the bride was withdrawn, and Sir Charles was engaged in talk with Mr. Deane, she whis-pered two or throe of her tenants to tell the rest, that it was great joy to her to be assured, that after her departure, the tenants of her dear Mr. Shirley would be treated with as much kindness (perhaps, with more) as he, and as she, after his example, had ever treated them. Yet one caution I give, said she: my dear son will see with his own eyes: he will dispense with his own hands. He will not be imposed upon.

Thursday and Friday the bride saw company. There was as little both days of the impertinence that attends forms, as I believe, was ever known on the like occasion. We had a vast number of peo-ple: some of them persons of fashion, with whom we had but slender acquaintance; but who wished to see the happy pair.

We shall be this day at Shirley-manor in a family way: in that, my dear Lady G. (after all the bustle and parade that we can make) lies the true, because the untumultuous joy.

To-morrow we shall serve God in our usual way. Adieu, my dear Lady G. This is the sort of stuff you must be satisfied with from a poor untalented girl; as is

Your ever-devoted,

LUCY SELBY.

No end of love, compliments, &c. I begin again to doubt I shan’t please you: so am (allowably) tired.

Letter II.

Lady G. to Miss Selby.

Monday, November S7. Come, come, Lucy, you do pretty well. Don’t be disheartened, child. Yet you are not quite the clever girl I once thought you. You, that held such a part in the correspondence of our Harriet. But you say, you can’t help it. Poor girl! I am sorry for it. Your talents lie in speech, not in writing.^ Your account of the interview between Orme and my brother, shews you can’t tvrite at all. No, not you Poor Lucy! But write one letter more before you come to town. Do! my dear! You have charming subjects before you, yet.