May the number four not be lessened by the death of my Jeronymo; and may Clementina be restored; and Providence dispose as it pleases of me! I am now going to the palace of Porretta; with what agitations of mind, you, Dr. Bartlett, can better imagine, than I describe.

VOLUME V.

Letter I.

Sir Charles Grandison to Dr. Bartlett.

Bologna, Monday night, May 15-^6. I am just returned. You will expect me to be particular.

I went the earlier in the afternoon, that I might pass half an hour with my Jeronymo. He torn-plains of the aperture so lately made: but Mr. Lowther gives us hopes from it.

When we were alone, They will not let me see my sister, said he; I am sure she must be very had But I understand, that you are to be allowed that favour, hy-and-by. () my Grandison! how 1 pitv that tender, that generous heart of yours! But what have you done to the general? He assures me, that he admires and loves you; and the bishop has been congratulating me upon it. He knew it would give me pleasure. My dear Grandison, you subdue every-body; yet in your own way; for they both admire your spirit.

Just then came!n the general. He saluted me in so kind a manner, that Jeronymo’s eyes overflowed; and he said, Blessed be God, that I have lived to see you two, dearest of men to me, so friendly to-gether.

This sweet girl! said the general: How, Grandi-son, will you bear to see her?

The bishop entered: O chevalier! my sister is insensible to every-thing and every body. Camilla is nobody with her today.

They had forgot Jeronymo, though in his cham-ber; and their attention being taken by his audible sensibilities, they comforted him; and withdrew with me into Mr. Lowther’s apartment; while Mr. Low-ther went to his patient.

The marchioness joined us in tears. This dear child knows me not; heeds me not: she never was unmindful of her mother before. I have talked to her of the Chevalier Grandison: she regards not your name. O this affecting silence! Camilla has told her, that she is to see you. My daughter-inlaw has told her so. O Chevalier! she has quite, quite lost her understanding. Nay, we were bar-barous enough to try the name of Laurana. She was not terrified, as she used to be, with that.

Camilla came in with a face of joy: Lady Cle-mentina has just spoken! I told her, she must pre pare to see the Chevalier Grandison in all his glory, and that every-body, the general in particular, ad-mired him. Go, naughty Camilla, said she, tapping my hand; you are a wicked deceiver. 1 have been

SIK CHARLES GRANDISON. 3 told this story too often, to credit it. This was all I could get her to say.