But what do you think, Lucy? Mr. Deane will have it, that he sees a young passion in Miss Jervois for her guardian! God forbid! A young love may be conquered, I believe; but who shall caution the innocent girl? She must have a sweet pleasure in it, creeping, stealing upon her. How can so unexperienced an heart, ‘the object so meritorious, resist or reject the indulgence? But, O my Emily! sweet girl! do not let your love get the better of your gratitude, lest it make you unhappy! and, what would be still more affecting to a worthy heart, make the generous object of a passion that cannot be gratified, unhappy; and for that very reason; because he cannot reward it! See you not already, that, with all his goodness, he is not quite happy? lie is a sufferer from worthy women! O my Emily, do not you add to the infelicity of a man, who can make but one woman happy; yet wishes to befriend all the world But hush! selfish adviser! Should not Harriet Byron have thought of this in time? Yet ehe knew not, that he had any previous engage-ments: and may death lay his cold hand upon her heart, before she become an additional disturbance to his! He knows not, I hope he guesses not, though Dr. Bartlett has found me out as well as the sisters, that I am captivated, heart and soul, by his merits. May he never know it, if the knowledge of it would give him the shadow of uneasiness!

I owned to Mr. Deane, that my Lord L. and the ladies were warmly interested in my favour. Thank God for that! he said All must happen to his wish. Nay, he would have it, that Sir Charles’s goodness would be rewarded in having such a wife: but what wife can do more than her duty to any husband who is not absolutely a savage? How then can all I could do, reward such a man as this?

But, Lucy, don’t you blush for me, on reading this last page of my writing? You may, since I blush myself on re — perusing it. For shame, Harriet Byron, put a period to this letter! I will; nor sub-scribe to it so much as the initials of my name.

Letter XXXV.

Sir Charles Grandison to Dr. Bartlett. [Inclosed in the preceding.’]

Friday, March 17. Last night I saw interred the remains of my worthy friend Mr. Danby. I had caused his two nephews and his niece to be invited: but they did not at-tend.