I was proceeding; but she wrapt her arms about my neck. She bathed my cheek with her tears. O how generously did she e.xtol me! how delighted, how atTi’cted, was the dearest of men! how delicate was his behaviour to both; The tender friend in her, the beti,\id wife, were with the nicest propriety distingui.Nlied by him.

Tho dear lady was too much disordered by her own grateful rapture, to recover a train of reason-i)>.g. Shi’ told me, however, that she would ponder, v.eigli, consider ever_y-thing that had passed.

God give her happiness! prays with her whole heart, your

HARRIET GRANDISON.

Letter LI.

Lady Grandison to Mrs. Shirley.

Thursday, May 17. Lady Clementina is thoughtful, solemn, and shuns company. Not one word will any-body say to her of the Count of Belvedere: but as he is expected here every-day to take his leave, Sir Charles thinks she ought not to be surprised by his comitig at unawares. She neither dined or supped in company yesterday; nor breakfasted with us this morning. She loves, as you have heard, to walk in the garden. She diverts herself often with feeding the deer, which gather about her, as soon as she enters the park. Sir Charles just now passed her in the garden. He asked after her health .My mind is not well, chevalier! God Almighty heal it! said he, taking her hand and bowing upon it. Thank you, Sir! Continue your prayers for me. That last conversation, chevalier But, adieu.

She took a path that led to the park. He looked after her. She turned once to see if he did. He bowed, and motioned with his hand as for leave to follow her. She understood his motion, and by hers forbid him. Poor lady!

Thursday evenins;, six o’clock. Mr. Lowther returned from London about an hour ago. He has always been of opinion with the physicians of Italy, that a disorder of mind not here-ditary, but circumstanced as Lady Clementina’s was, will be in no danger of returning, or of” becoming hereditary, unless on some new distress like the former. He expressed his wonder more than once, at her relations acquiescence with her plea, as she made that the principal against n)arriage; though he allowed it to be a noble and generous one in her. And now, in order to justify liis opinion, he has taken, of his own accord, the opinions of the most noted London physicians: who entirely agree with him.

Saturday, May 19.

Lady Clementina has been generously lamenting to me the unhappiness of the cruel Laurana. What I hinted to Sir Charles, said she, of her love for the Count of Belvedere, is but too true. I have been urged to have compassion, as it is called, on him. He should have shewed some for her. She was proposed to him. He rejected the proposal with haughti — ness: but, 1 believe, knew not how much she loved him. I have faint remembrances of her ravings, as I may call them, for him, to her mother and woman: sometimes vowing revenge for slighted love. Poor Laurana was another Olivia in the violence of her passion. In the few lucid intervals I had when I was under her management, I always expected that these ravings would end in harder usage of me. Yet even then, when I had calmness enough to pity myself, I pitied her. O that the count would make her happy, and could think himself happy in her!