Do you, madam, take the letters. You have ten-derness: your prudence cannot be doubted I will attend you by-and-by. His eyes were ready to run over.

I went down. I met my lord at the stairs foot. How, how, madam, does Sir Charles? O my lord f we are all undone. My brother, by this time, is the husband of Lady Clementina.

He was struck, as with a thunderbolt; God for-bid! were all the words he could speak; and turned as pale as death.

I love him, for his sincere love to my Harriet. I wrung his hand The letters do not say it. But every-body is consenting; and, if it be not already so, it soon will Step, my Jord, to Mrs. Selby, and tell her, that I wish to see her in the flower-garden.

Miss Byron and Nancy, said he, are gone to walk in the garden. She was so apprehensive, on your staying above, and the doctor not coming down, that she was forced to walk into the air. 1 left Mr. Selby, his lady, Emily, and Lucy, in the dining-parlour, to find you, and let you know, how every-body was affected. Tears dropt on his cheeks.

I gave him my hand in love. I was pleased with him. I called him my dear lord.

I think our sweet friend once said, that fear made us loving. Ill-news will oblige us to look around us for consolation,

I found the persons named, just rising from their seats to walk into the garden O my dear Mrs. Sel-by, said I, every thing is agreed upon in Italy.

They were all dumb but Emily. Her sorrow was audible: she wrung her hands; she was ready to faint; her Anne was called to take care or her; and she retired.

I then told Mr. and Mrs. Selby what were the contents of the last letter of the three. Mr. Selby broke out into passionate grief I know not what the ho-nour?*, said he, that could oblige Sir Charles, treated as he had been by the proud Italians, to go over at the first invitation. One might have guessed that it would have come to this Oh! the pour Harriet! flower of the world! She deserved not to be if ide a second woman, to the stateliest minx in Italy: but this is my comfort, she is superior to them both. Upon my soul, madam, she is. The man, were he a king, that could prefer another woman to our Harriet, does not deserve her.

He then arose from his seat, and walked up and down the room in anger; and afterwards sitting down, My dear Mrs. Selby, said he. we shall now see what the so often pleaded for dignity of your sex, in the noblest-minded, will enable you to do. But, O the dear soul! She will find a difference between theory and practice!