, who is of the melancholy cast, and, I fear, unhappily in love, shall sigh, in concert with you; and Thornton, and Miss Weston, shall sometimes make you smile.
I CONFESS to you, my dear Seymour, that I was both shocked and sorry, when I heard that the marchioness was in England. Lady Woodville was the first person who informed me of it: but, utterly ignorant of there having ever been any connection between us, she did not perceive my emotion at her name.
CRUEL woman! does she wish again to disturb the peace of a heart, which she had well nigh broken! but I defy her power.—In lady Woodville I have found all that is amiable in the most lovely sex; sensible, beautiful, gentle, kind, and unaffectedly good.
TRUE, she is not mistress of those lively sallies of wit, that dazzle the understanding, and captivate the heart. Her form, though lovely, has not the striking elegance, the nameless, numberless graces, that wait on every motion of the marchioness!
BUT why do I suffer myself to dwell upon her charms? or make a comparison injurious to the amiable woman, who deserves my love? why can I not say, who possesses it! Ah, Seymour! it is impossible to regulate the motions of

the human heart, by the cold rules of reason. Not all the charms of the whole sex combined can ever render mine susceptible of those agonizing transports it has already known. Yet let me boast, that it is as impossible for her, who first occasioned, to revive, as for any other woman, to inspire them.
IF this was not the case, I should have made a worthless present to my Emily, when I gave her both my hand and heart: and though I allow the latter not to be an adequate return for hers, she shall never be able to discover its deficiency, by any word, or action of my life. This I can safely promise.
I HAVE purposely avoided mentioning your lost, your lovely Charlotte! When you are more at ease, I know you will acquaint me with the particulars of your distress. Why may not that happy aera be hastened, by a reliance on all the tender cares of friendship, which you may certainly depend on, from

P.S. You have a house, within a mile of York; where we have spent many happy days—
"Days of ease, and nights of pleasure."
Who knows but we may there recover our juvenile tastes and passions! impossible! As well when
