All we have now to do, said the marquis, is to gain his holiness’ s permission. That has not been refused in such cases, where either the sons or daughters of the marriage are to be brought up Catholics.

The count then took the marchioness’s hand, and we all entered Jeronymo’s chamber together.

I stept into Mr. Lowther’s apartment, while they related to him all that had passed. He was impa-tient to see me. The bishop led me in to him. He embraced me as his brother. Now, my dear Grandison, said he, I am indeed happy. This is the point to which I have long directed all my wishes. God grant that our dear Clementina’s malady may be no drawback upon your felicities; and you must both then be happy.

I was sensible of a little abatement, on the bishop’s saying to his mother, not knowing I heard him, Ah, madam! the poor Count of Belvedere How will lie be affected But he will go to Madrid; and I hope make himself happy there with some Spanish lady. The poor Count of Belvedere! returned the mar-chioness, with a sigh But he will not know how to blame us

To-morrow morninsr I am to drink chocolate with Lady Clementina. We shall be left together, per-haps, or only with her mother or Camilla.

What, my dear Dr. Bartlett, would I give, to be assured, that the most excellent of English-women could think herself happy with the Earl of D. the only man of all her admirers who is, in any manner, worthy of calling so bright a jewel his? Should Miss Byron be unhappy, and through my means, the remembrance of my own caution and self-restraint could not appease the grief of my heart.

“But so prudent a woman as she is, and as the Countess of D. is What are these suggestions of tenderness Are they not suggestions of vanity and presumption? They are. They must be so. I will banish them from my thoughts, as such. Ever-amiable Miss Byron! friend of my soul! forgive me for them! Yet if the noble Clementina is to be mine, my heart will be greatly gratified, if, before she receive my vows, I could know, that Miss Byron had given her hand, in compliance with the entreaties of all her friends, to the deserving Earl of D.”

Having an opportunity, I dispatch this, and my two former. In you I include remembrances to all my beloved friends Adieu, my dear Dr. Bartlett. “ In the highest of our pleasures, the sighing heart will remind us of imperfection.” It is fit it should be so Adieu, my dear friend!

CHARLES fJRANDISON.

CONTINUATION OF LADY G.‘s LETTER TO LADY L. NO. XIV.

Begun page 82, and dated July 24.