My lord wept My lord wept, did I say? Not one of us had a dry eye! This was a solemn scene, you will say, for a wedding-day: but how delight-fully do such scenes dilate the heart!

The day, however, was not forgotten as a day of festivity. Sir Charles himself, by his vivacity and openness of countenance, made every one joyful: and, except that now-and-then a sigh, which could not be checked, stole from some of us, to think that he would so soon be in another country (far distant from the friends he now made happy) and engaged in difficulties; perhaps in dangers; every heart was present to the occasion of the day.

Charlotte! Dear Lady G.! Hitherto it is in your power, to make every future day worthy of this! ‘ Have your mother, your noble mother, in your memory, my dear:’ and give credit to the approbation of such a brother.

I should have told you. that my cousin Reeves’s came about two, and were received with the utmost politeness by every-body.

Sir Charles was called out just before dinner; and returned introducing a young gentleman, dressed as if for the day This is an earlier favour than I had hoped for, said Sir Charles; and leading him to Lady G. This, Sir, is the queen of the day. My dear Lady G. welcome (the house is yours Wel-come) the man 1 love: welcome my Beauchamp.

Every one, except Emily and me, crowded about Mr. Beauchamp, as Sir Charles’s avowedly beloved friend, and bid him cordially welcome; Sir Charles presenting him to each by name.

Then leading him to me I am half ashamed, Lucy, to repeat But take it as he spoke it Re-vere, said he, my dear friend, that excellent young lady: but let not your admiration stop at her face and person; she has a mind as exalted, my Beauchamp, as your own. Miss Byron, in honour to my sister, and to us all, has gilded this day by her presence.

Mr. Beauchamp approached me with polite re-spect. The lady whom Sir Charles Grandison ad — mires, as he does you. madam, must be the first of women.

I might have said, that he, who was so eminently distinguished as the friend of Sir Charles Grandison, must be a most valuable man: but my spirits were not high. I courtesied to his compliment; and was silent.

Sir Charles presented Emily to him. My Emily, Beauchamp. I hope to live to see her happily mar-ried. The man whose heart is but half so worthy as hers, must be an excellent man.

Modesty might look up, and be sensible to compliments from the lips of such a man. Emily looked at me with pleasure, as if she had said, Do you hear, madam, what a fine thing my guardian has said of me?

Sir Charles asked Mr. Beauchamp, how he stood with my Lady Beauchamp?