Away she fluttered Happy Miss Grandison! What charming spirits she has!

Letter IX.

Miss Byron. In Continuation.

Wednesday, April 5. Miss Jervois came to me this morning by six; impatient, as she said, to communicate good news to me. I was in my closet writing. I could not sleep. I have seen my mother, said she; and we are good friends. Was she ever unkind to me, madam?

Dear creature, said I, and clasped her to my bosom, you are a sweet girl! Oblige me with the particulars.

Let me, Lucy, give you, as near as I can recol-lect, the amiable young creature’s words and actions on this occasion.

Sit down, my love, 6aid I What! When I am talking of a reconciled mother! And to dear Mist Byron! No, indeed.

She often held out one open hand, while the fore-finger of the other, in full action, patted it; as at other times both were spread, with pretty wonder and delight: and thus she began:

Why, you must know, it was about six o’clock yesterday afternoon, that my mother and her hus-band, and Captain Salmonet, came. I was told of their visit but two hours before: and when the coach stopped, and I at the window saw them alight, I thought I should have fainted away. I would have given half 1 was worth in the world to have been a hundred miles off.

Dr. Hartlett was there, and received them. My guardian was unexpectedly engaged in answering a letter sent him by Lord W. for which a gentleman waited: but they had not been there a quarter of an hour, when he entered, and made apologies to them, ii:\ in his usual gracious manner. Never, the doctor says, did any-body look so respectful as the major and the captain: and they would have made apologies to my guardian, for their last behaviour to him; but he would not let them. And my mother, the doctor says, from the very first, behaved prettily.

The moment she asked for me, my guardian him-self condescended to come up to me, and took my hand Was not that very good of him? My dear, said he, as he led me down stairs (and spoke so kindly) don’t tremble so: am I not with you? Your mother is very calm and composed: you must ask her blessing. 1 shall ease your tender heart of every pang. 1 shall hint to you what to do, and how to behave to the gentlemen, as occasions arise.

He had no sooner said the words, but the drawing-room door gave way to his hand, and I was in the room with him.

Down on my knees dropt I as I now do to you: but I could not speak. Thus I did [and she kissed my hand, and bowed her face upon it]. And my mother raised me You must raise me, madam Yes, just so And she kissed me too, and wept on my neck; and called me pretty names; and encou-raged me, and said she loved me, as she loved her own soul And I was encouraged.