By Lady Grandison.’] You see, my grandmamma, what Lady G. has written. Her sweetly playful pen may divert you. Her heart feels not, as mine does, the perplexities of the dear Clementina: but I yield, with grateful pleasure, to a pen so much more lively, than that of your

HARRIET GRANDISON.

Letter LIL

Lady G. to Miss Selby.

Tuesdny, May 22. And so Lucy, your day is fixed. May next Thurs-day be a happy one, and reward the heroic girl who so nobly conquered a first love, on the discovered unworthiness of the man. And you own that your heart is far from being indifferent to Lord Rcresby Good girl! Contirniation of ail my doctrines. We women prate and prate of what we can. and what we can-7iot; what we r, J/ i^’/;;, andwhatwe oug/il-not, to do: but none of us stay-till-we-are-asked mortals know what we shall, or can do, till we are tried by the power of determining being put into our hands. Was it possible for me to have loved that sorry wretch Anderson, so well as I really loved my honest Lord G.? It was not. But though I name that creature myself, never do you presume to do it. 1 blush even to this hour on lookuig back to certain giddinesses that debased my chracter But let me quit a sub-ject so disagreeable

Lady Clementina has had a bad night, it seems. Came not down to breakfast. The poor enamo-retto was in despair. I tried to hearten him up a little: but my brother will not let any-body flatter him with a hope that too probably may end in disappointment.

Yonder [I am writing at my window, you must know] is the fair inflexible musing in the garden. I have a good mind to call to her; for I see by her motions and downcast looks, that reverie is no fa-vourable sign for the count No need of my calling to her; my brother has this minute joined her. As soon as he came in sight, she went to him. > Now, dear brother, put in a word for the poor man.

Well, but Lucy, this lord of yours must come among us. He shall not carry you to Ireland this year. Let all who would be good husbands and good wives, come to Grandison-hall, and learn: and, pray, let them come while I a;n here. Yet I have something to say against our Harriet too. She is so taken up with her heroic friendship, that Clemen-tina is now almost the only subject of her pen What godlike instances of my brother’s goodness does she leave untold, though she admires him for them, as much as ever! Every rising, every setting sun, are witnesses of his divine philanthropy. I suppose she looks upon his praises now, to he her own. Well she may. Never were hearts so united, so formed, for one another. But Harriet used to praise herself formerly; did shonot, uncle Selby?