Dr. Bartlett tells me, that some gentlemen of prime consideration in the county have been offering my brother their interest against the next elec — tion. He modestly acknowledged the grateful sense he had of the honour done him; but declined it for the present, as having been too little a while return-ed into his own country, after so long an absence, to be as yet fit for a trust so important. We young men, said he, are apt to be warm; when we have not studied a point thoroughly, we act upon hasty conclusions, and sometimes support, sometimes oppose, on insufficient grounds. 1 would not be under e-gagemenis to any party: neither can I think of con tributing to destroy the morals and health of all the country people round me^ to make myself what is called an intere.H. Forgive me, gentlemen: I mean nut to sliglit your favours: but on such an occasion, I ought to be explicit.

But, after the gentlemen were gone There is a county, Dr. Bartlett, said he, of which I should be ambitious to be one of the representatives, had I a natural mtcxcat in it: because of the reverence I bear to the good man, to whom in that case I should have the honour to call myself a colleague. When I can think myself more worthy than at present I am, of standing in such a civil relation to him, I shall consider him as another Gamaliel, at whose feet (so long absent as I have been from my native country) I shall be proud to be initiated into the service of the public.

It is not difficult to guess, who my brother But my manuouset is squalling for me; and I must fly to silence it.

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Now, Lucy, that I have pacified my brat, do I wish you with me at my window. My brother and his Harriet only, are at this instant walking almost under it, engaged in earnest conversation: seem-ingly, how pleasing a one! admiration and tender — ness mingled in his looks: in her, while he speaks, the most delighted attention: when she answers, love, affiance, modest deference, benevolence, compassion; an expression that no pen can describe Knowing them bi’th so well, and acquainted with their usual behaviour to each oiher, I can make it all out. 8he is pleading, I am sure for Clementina. Charming pleader! Yet, my dear Mrs. Shirley, I fear her reasonings are romantic ones. Our iJarriet, you know, was always a little tinctured with iiero-ism; and she goes back in her mind to the time that she thDught she couid never be the wife of any other man than my brother (though then hopeless that he cuuld be hers), and su[)poses Clementina in tiie same situation.

When 1 looked first, I dare say, he was giving her an account of the conversation that passed an hour ago, between him and Clementina, lie had his arm round her waist, sometimes pressing her to him as they walked; sometimes standing still; and, on her replies, raising her hand to his lips, with such tender passion But here she comes,