/, madam, have not: Dr. Bartlett has: but I am not to know the contents, I suppose. Something, I doubt not, that will be thought unwelcome to me, by their not being communicated. Hut as long as every-body there is well, 1 can have patience. Time will reveal all things.

Dr. Bartlett, who admires the old lady, and is as l L> much admired by her, came down, and paid his re-spects to her. Mrs. Shirley had returned me the letters 1 slid them into the doctor’s hand, unper-ceived by Miss Byron.

I am told, said she, that my Emily is not well; I will just ask how she does And was going from us No, don’t, my love, said her aunt, taking her hand; Emily shall come down to us.

I see, said she, by the compassionate looks of every-one, that something is the matter. If it be any-thing that most concerns me to know, don’t, through a mistaken tenderness, let me be the last to whom it is communicated. But J guess with a forced smile

What does my Harriet guess? said her aunt. Dr. Bartlett, replied she, has acquainted me, that Sir Charles Grandison is well; and that his friends are on the recovery: is it not then easy to guess, by every one’s silence on the contents of the letters brought to Dr. Bartlett, that Sir Charles is either married or near being so? What say you, my good Dr. Bartlett?

He was silent; but tears were in his eyes. She turned round, and saw us with our handkerchiefs at ours. Her uncle, rising from his seat, stood with his back to us, at one of the windows.

Well, my dear friends, and you are all grieved for me. It is kind, and I can thank you for your concern for me, because the man is Sir Charles Grandison And so, doctor, laying her hand upon his, he is actually married? God Almighty, piously bending one knee, make him and his Clementina happy! Well, my dearest dear friends, and what is there in this, more than I expected? Her aunt embraced her.

Her uncle ran to her and clasped his arms about her; Now, now, said he, have you overcome me, my niece: for the future I never will dispute with you on some of the arguments 1 have heretofore held against your sex. Were all women like you

Her grandmother, as she sat, held out her open arms: My own Harriet! child of my heart! let me fold you to it! She ran to her, and clasped her knees, as the old lady threw her arms about her neck I’ray for me, however, my grandmamma that I may act up to my judgment, and as your child, and my aunt Selby’s! it is a trial 1 own it But permit me to withdraw for a few moments.

She arose, and was hastening out of the room; but her aunt took her hand; My dearset love, said she, Sir Charles Grandison is not married but