, happening in the course of conversation to mention the superior elegance of your appearance with many just encomiums, her Ladyship spoke of you with an indignant disrespect that astonished and shocked me. I could no longer attend in silence to so much injustice, and defended you with a warmth that ended in a rupture between us. My approaching marriage, however, renders this a circumstance

wholly immaterial, as my dear little charge is my only regret on quitting the family; and I am at present at the house of a friend, where I shall remain till I remove to that of Mr. Price."
This intelligence does not surprise me; neither, since it proves no material inconvenience to Miss Parsons, does the discovery displease me: for the disgust which has been implanted by misrepresentation and jealousy is infinitely less formidable than that which might have been the result of inherent obstinacy and caprice.
The other epistle is from Mrs. Hindon, who is returned from her expedition to Holland.
AUGUST 3.
Read, my beloved Sophia, read and participate in the happy revolution which

this day, this propitious day has produced. I shall endeavour to inform you of the particulars with all the composure I can summon to my aid.
My sister having been yesterday a little indisposed. Lady Aubrey proposed taking her for an airing this morning immediately after breakfast, and entreated me to accompany them; but I excused myself on pretence of finishing a packet to my Sophia, which really was my intention. My spirits however were particularly languid, and being left to my own meditations, I found myself unfit for writing. I seated myself therefore on the window seat, listless and inactive, and was revolving in my mind, among other subjects of uneasiness, the implicit submission and silence with which Lord Linrose had received my letter, when this reverie was suddenly interrupted by the appearance of a chariot and four, which drove full speed up the

avenue; and while I was thinking with regret who this unwelcome visitor could be, the door of the parlour opened and a servant announced Lord Linrose.
My own perturbation, unspeakable as it was, did not conceal from me the agitation that struggled in his countenance; but my apprehension and astonishment on so unexpectedly beholding him, prevented me from discovering whether it was grief or pleasure that occasioned the hurry and emotion visible in every feature. Hermione! Miss Seymour! cried he, and seizing my hand, which he passionately kissed—Lovely and beloved Hermione, I come at last to claim you. Pronounce my happiness. Tell me at once you will be mine: for now Lord Belmont no longer withholds his consent
