His third sister! The repetition has such an offici-ousness in it. He is a good man; but he can be severe upon our sex It u not in woman to be unre-served You’ll find that one of the reflections upon us: he adds; And, to be impartial, perhaps they shoidd not. Why so? But is not this a piece of advice given to myself, to make me more reserved than I am? But he gives not himself opportunity to see whether I am or am not reserved. I won’t be mean, Lucy, I repeat for the twentieth time. I won’t deserve to be despised by him No! though he were the sovereign of the greatest empire on earth. In this believe your

HARRIET BYRON.

Letter IV.

Sir Charles Grandison to Dr. Bartlett.

[inc/osed in the preceding,’^

March 18. I HAVE had a visit, my dear and reverend friend, from Emily’s mother. She will very probably make one also at Colnebrook, before I can be so happy as to get thither, I dispatch this therefore, to apprise you and Lord L. of such a probability; which is the greater, as she knows Emily to be there, through the inadvertence of Saunders, and finds me to be in town. I will give you the particulars of what passed between us, for your better information, if she goes to Colnebrook.

I was preparing to attend Lord W. as by appointment, when she sent in her name to me.

I received her civilly. She had the assurance to make up to me with a full expectation that I would salute her; but I took, or rather received, her ready hand, and led her to a chair by the fireside. You have never seen her. She thinks herself still haiKi-some; and, did not her vices make her odious, and her whole aspect shew her heart, she would not be much mistaken.

How does Emily, Sir? gallanting her fan: Is the girl here? Bid her come to me. 1 mil see her.

She is not here, madam.

“Where is she then? She has not been at Mrs. Lane’s for some time.

She is in the best protection: she is with my two sisters.

And pray, Sir Charles Grandison, what do you intend to do with her? Tlie girl begins to be wo-manly.

She laughed; and her heart spoke out at her eyes.

Tell me what you propose to do with her? You know, added she, affecting a serious air, that she is my child.

If, madam, you deserve to be thought her mother, you will be satisfied with the hands she is in.

Pish! I never loved you good men: where a fine girl comes in their way, 1 know what I know^

She looked wantonly, and laughed again.

I am not to talk seriously with you, Mrs. Jervois; but what have you to say to my ward?