When the poor children are in the world, as your brother said When the poor women are penitents, true penitents Your brother’s treatment of Mrs. Giffard was different. He is in both instances an imitator of the Almighty; an humbler of the impenitent, and an encourager of those who repent.

Well, well; he is undoubtedly a good sort of young man; and, Harriet, you are a good sort of young woman. Where much is given, much is required; but I have not given me such a large quantity of charity, as either of you may boast: and now can I help it? But, however, the woman went away blessing and praising him; and that, the doctor says, more with her eyes than she was able to do in words. The elder youth departed in rapturous re-verence: the children hung about his knees, on theirs. The doctor will have it, that it was without bidding Perhaps so He raised them by turns to his arms, and kissed them. Why, Harriet! your eyes would have run over, I suppose, had you been there! Is it, that your heart is weakened with your present situation? I hope not. No, you are a good creature! And I see that the mention of a behaviour greatly generous, however slightly made, will have its force upon a heart so truly benevolent as yours. You must be Lady Grandison, my dear: indeed you must. Well, but I must be gone. You dine with us tomorrow, my brother says.

He did ask me; and desired me to engage my H 2 cousins. But he repeated not the invitation when he went away.

He depends upon your coming: and so do we. He is to talk to me hefore you, it seems: I can’t tell about what: but by his hurrying on every — thing, it is plain he is preparing to leave us.

He is, madam.

“He is, madam! “ And with that dejected air, and mendicant voice Speak up like a woman! The sooner he sets out, if he must go, the sooner he will return. Come, come, Harriet, you shall be Lady Grandison still Ay! and thats/7; too! These lovesick folks have a language that nobody else can talk to them in: and then she affectedly sighed Is that right, Harriet? She sighed again No, it is not: 1 never knew what a sigh was, but when my father vexed my sister; and that was more for fear he should one day be as cruel to me, than for her sake. We can be very generous for others, Harriet, when we apprehend that one day we may want the same pity ourselves. Our best passions, my dear, have their mixtures of self-love.

You have drawn a picture of human nature, Charlotte, that I don’t like.

It is a likeness for all that.

She arose, snatched my hand, hurried to the door Be with us, Harriet, and cousin Reeves, and cou-sin Reeves, as soon as you can tomorrow. I want to talk to you, my dear, (to me) of a hundred thou-sand things before dinner. Rememberwe dine early.