Well, my dear sister! And what sayyou to the contents of the three inclosed letters? I wish I had been with you and Lord L. at the time you read them, that I might have mingled my tears with yours, for the sweet Harriet! Why would my brother dispatch these letters, without staying till, at least, he could have informed us of the result of the next day’s meeting with Clementina? Whatv/as the opportunity that he had to send away these letters, which he must be assured would keep us in strange suspense? Hang the opportunity that so officiously offered! But, perhaps, in the tenderness of his nature, he thought that this dispatch was necessary, to prepare us for what was to follow, lest were he to acquaint us with the event as decided, our emotion would be too great to be supported. We sisters, to go over to attend Lady Clementina Grandison, a twelve-month hence! Ah the poor Harriet! And will she give us leave? But it surely must not, cannot be! And yet Hush, hush, hush, Charlotte! And proceed to facts.

Dr. Bartlett, when these letters were brought him post from London, was with us at table. We had but just dined. He arose, and retired to his own apartment with them. We were all impatient to know the contents. When I thought he had with-drawn long enough to read dispatches of a mile long, and yet found that he returned not, my impatience was heightened; and the dear Harriet said, Bad news, 1 fear! 1 hope Sir Charles is well! I hope Lady Clementina is not relapsed! The good Jero-nymo! I fear for him.

I then stept up to the doctor’s room. He was sitting with his back towards the door, in a pensive mood; and when, hearing somebody enter, he turn-ed about, 1 saw he had been deeply affected

My dear Dr. Bartlett! For God’s sake! How is my brother?

Don’t be affrighted, madam! All are well in Italy In a way to be well But alas! (tears started afresh) I am grieved for Miss Byron!

How, how, doctor! Is my brother married? It cannot, it shall not be! Is my brother married? no, not married, by these letters! But all is concluded upon! Sweet, sweet, Miss Byron! Now, indeed, will her magnanimity be put to the test! Yet Lady Clementina is a most excellent woman! You, madam, may read these letters: Miss Byron, I believe, must not. You will see, by the concluding part of the last, how greatly embarrassed my patron must be between his honour to one lady and his tenderness for the other: whichsoever shall be his, how mucb will the other be to be pitied [

I ran over, with a weeping eye, as the paragraphs struck me, the passages most affecting. O Dr. Bart-lett, said I, when I had done, how shall we break” this news to Mrs. Selby, to Mrs. Shirley, to my Harriet! A trial, indeed, of her magnanimity! Yet, to have received letters from my brother, and to delay going down, will be as alarming as to tell it. Let us go down.