What yet, most frank, and most generous of wo-men? said Lady L. clasping her arms about me; what yet

Why, yet Ah ladies Why, yet, I have many a pang; many a twitch, as I may call it! Why is vour brother:;o tender-hearted, so modest, so fault-less? Why did he not insult me with his pity? Why does he on every occasion shew a tenderness for me, that is more affecting than pity? And why does he give me a consequence that exalts, while it depresses me?

I turned my head aside to hide my emotion Lady G— snatched my handkerchief from me; and wiped away a starting tear; and called me by very tender names.

Am I dear, continued I, to the heart of such a man? You think I am: allow me to say, that he is indeed dear to mine: yet I have not a wish but for his happiness, whatever becomes of me.

Emily appeared at the door May I come in, la-dies? 1 will come in! My dear Miss Byron affected! My dear Miss Byron in tears!

Her pity, without knowing the cause, sprung to her eyes. She took my hand in both hers, and re-peatedly kissed it! My guardian asks for you. O with what tenderness of voice Where is your Miss Byron, love? He calls every one by gentie names, when he speaks of you His voice then is the voice of love Love, said he to me! Through you, madam, he will love his ward And on your love will I build all my merit. But you sigh, dear Miss Byron, you sigh Forgive your prating girl! You must not be grieved.

I embraced her. Grief, my dear, reaches not my heart at this time. It is the merit of your guardian that affects me.

God bless you, madam, for your gratitude to my guardian!

A Clementina and a Harriet! said Lady L. two women so excellent! What a fate is his! How must his heart be divided!

Divided, say you, Lady L.! resumed Lady G. The man who loves virtue for urtue’s?ake, love? it wherever he finds it: such a man may distinguish more virtuous women than one: and if he be of a gentle and beneficent nature, there will be ten-derness in his distinction to every one, varying only according to the difference of circumstance and situation.

Let mc embrace you, my Charlotte, resuraec Lady L. for that thought. Don’t let me hear, for a month to come, one word from the same lips, that may be unworthy of it.

You have Lord G. in your head, Lady L.: but never mind us. He must now-and-then be made to look about him. I’ll take care to keep up my consequence with him, never fear: nor shall he have reason to doubt the virtue of his wife.

Virtue, my dear! said I: What is virtue only? She who will not be virtuous for virtue’s sake, is not worthy to be called a woman: but she must be some-thing more than virtuous for her husband’s, nay, for her vows sake. Complacency, obligingness