And now, my good Miss Byron, have I not rea-iSon, from the deep concern which you take in the woes of Lady Clementina, to regret the task you have put me upon? And do you, my good Lord and Lady L. and Miss Grandison, now wonder that your brother has not been forward to give you the particulars of this melancholy tale? Yet you all say, I must proceed.

See, Lucy, the greatness of this man’s behaviour! What a presumption was it in your Harriet, ever to aspire to call such a one hers!

Letter XXX.

Miss Byron to Miss Selby.

This Lady Olivia, Lucy, what can she pretend to But I will not puzzle myself about her. Yet she pretend to give disturbance to such a man! You will Hnd her mentioned in Dr. Bartlett’s next letter; or’ she would not have been named by me.

DR. bartlett’s eleventh LETTER.

Mr. Grandison, on his return to his lodgings, found there, in disgUise, Lady Olivia. He wanted not any new disturbance. But I will not mix the stories.

The next morning he received a letter from Sig-ner Jeronymo. The following is a translation of it:

MY DEARB8T GRANDISON,

How do you? Ever-amiable friend! What tri-umphs did your behaviour of last night obtain for you! Not a soul here but admires you!

Even Lauranadecla’ — d, That were you a Catholic, it would be a merit to love you. Yet she reluctantly praised you, and once said — What, but splendid sins, are the virtues of a heretic?

Our two cousins, with the good-nature of youths lamented that you could not be ours in the way you wish. My father wept like a child, when you were gone; and seemed to enjoy the praises given you by every one. The count said, he never saw a no-bler behaviour in man. Your free, your manly, your polite air and address, and your calmness and intrepidity, were applauded by every one.

What joy did this give to your Jeronymo! I thought I wanted neither ciutches, helps, nor wheeled chair; nd several times forgot that I ailed any-thing.

I begin to love Father Marescotti. He was with the foremost in praising you.

The general owned, that he once was resolved to quarrel with you. But will he, do you think, Jero-nymo, said he, make me a visit at Naples?

You may depend upon it, he will, answered I.

I will be there to receive him, replied he.

They admired you particularly for your address to my sister, by the general, rather than by me: and Lady Sforza said. It was a thousand pities that you and Clementina could not be one. They applauded, all of them, what they had not, any of them, the power to imitate that largeness of heart which makes you think so well, and speak so tenderly, of those of communions different from your own. So much steadiness in your own religion, yet so much pru-dence, in a man so young, they said was astonishing! No wonder that your character ran so high, in every court you had visited.