Lucy wept. Her grief was silent. Mrs. Selby’s the same for some time. My dear Lady G. said she, at last, how shall we break this to Harriet? You must do it; and she will apply to me for comfort Pray Mr. Selby, be patient. You must not reflect upon Sir Charles Grandison.

Indeed you should not, Sir, said I. He is to be pitied. I will read you the concluding part of his last letter.

J did.

But VTr. Selby would not be pacified. He tried to blame my brother

After all, my dear, these lords of the creation are more violent, moro unreasonable, and, of conse-quence, more silly and perverse, more babies, if you please, than we women, when they are disappointed in any-thing they set their hearts upon. But in every case, I believe, one extreme borders on an-other. What a fool has Otway made of Castalio, raving against the whole sex, by a common-place invective, on a mere temporary disappointment; when the fault, and all the dreadful consequences that attended it, were owing to his own baseness of heart, in being ashamed to acquaint his brother, that he meant honourable love to the unhappy orphan, who was intitled to inviolable protection! Whenever 1 saw this play I pitied the impetuous Polydore, more than I did the blubbering great boy Castalio: though I thought both brothers deserved to be hanged.

As we were meditating how to break this matter to our lovely friend, Mrs. Shirley came to Selby-houSv> in her chariot. We immediately acquainted her with it. No surprises affect her steady soul.

This can’t be helped, said she. Our dear girl herself expects it. May I read the letter that contains the affecting tidings?

She took it. She run it over slightly, to enable herself to speak to the contents Excellent man! How happy should we have been, blessed with the enjoyment of our wishes! but you, Mrs. Selby, and I, have always pitied Lady Clementina. His ge-nerous regard for our child is too apparent for his own tranquillity. God comfort him, and our Har-riet! O the dear creature! Her fading cheeks have shewn the struggles of her heart, in such an expec-tation Where is my child?

I was running out to see for her; and met her just ascending the steps that lead from the gar-den into the house. Your grandmamma, my love, said I

I hear she is come, answered she. I am hastening to pay my duty to her.

Hut how do you, Harriet?

A little better for the air! I sent up to Dr. Bart-lctt, and he has let me know, that Sir Charles is well, and every-body better: and I am easy.

She hurried in to her grandmother, rejoicing, as she always does, to see her. She kneeled; received her tender blessing. And what brings my grand-mamma to her girl?

The day is fine; the air, and the sight of my Harriet, 1 thought would do me good You have letters, 1 find, from Italy, my love?