This, therefore, is a true copy of all that passed, taken to the best of the ability of, Sir, giye me leave to subscribe,

Your very great admirer and most humble servant,

HENRY COTES.

CONTINUATION OF MISS BYRON’S LETTER.

What a pacquet, including the short-hand writer’s paper, transcribed by my cousin Reeves, shall I send you this time! I will not swell it by reflections on that paper (that would be endless); but hasten to give you some account of the visiters I men-tioned.

Sir Hargrave Pollexfen came without any previous notice about nine o’clock.

My heart sunk, when his chair stopt at the door, and I was told who was in it.

He was shewn into the great parlour. My cousin Reeves’s soon attended him. He made great apo-logies to them (and so Mr. Reeves said he ought) for the disturbance he had given them.

He laid all to love Prostituted name! made a cover to all acts of violence, indiscretion, folly, in both sexes!

I was in my own apartment. Mrs. Reeves came up to me. She found me in terror; and went down and told him so; and begged, that he would not insist upon seeing me.

The whole intent of this visit, he said, was to beg me to forgive him. It was probable, that I should have the same emotion upon his first visit at any other time; and he entreated the favour of seeing me. lie had a right, he said, to see me: he was a sufferer for my sake. They saw, he told them, that he was not the man he had been; and as he had been denied, and been brought to deny himself, the sa-tisfaction due to a gentleman, from a man whom he had never offended, he insisted on having the opportunity given him of seeing me, and receiving my forgiveness, as what would consolidate his recon-ciliation with Sir Charles Grandison.

There was no resisting this plea. And down I trembled; I can hardly say walked. Notwithstanding all my little reasoning with my-self, to behave with the dignity of an injured person; yet the moment I saw him approach me, at my entrance into the parlour, I ran to Mr. Reeves, and caught hold of his arm, with looks, I doubt not, of terror. Had Sir Charles Grandison been there, I suppose, I should have run to him in the same manner.

Ever-dear and adorable goodness! (werehiswords, coming to me) how sweet is this terror, and how just! I have forgiven worse injuries, pointing to his mouth. I meant nothing but honour to you.

Honour, Sir! Cruelty, Sir! Barbarity, Sir! How can you wish to see the creature whom you so wickedly treated?

I appeal to yourself, madam, if I offered the least indecency! For all I have suffered by my mad enterprize, what but disgrace

Disgrace, Sir, was your portion, Sir (half out of breath) What ivould you, Sir? Why this visit? What am I to do?