 has left no family. Her loss is particularly unfortunate at this juncture, as she is said to have been of a very amiable character, was extremely attached to my father, and partially beloved by Lord Belmont.
TO MISS BEAUMONT.
DECEMBER 8.
HAVING dispatched my last packet, Fanny and I were preparing to leave the parlour the other night, it being late, and Mr. Howard having already retired to bed, when the door was suddenly opened

and two young men, seemingly intoxicated and disordered, hastily entered the room, as if quite at home. Upon seeing it occupied, they asked pardon for their intrusion. They did not however attempt to repair it, by leaving the apartment, but stood some minutes endeavouring to excuse themselves on the score of having mistaken it for another, which it seems one of them at present inhabits in this house.
The wildness of their looks, and the elaborate length of their apology, led me instantly to suspect that the mistake was not unintentional, especially as the part of the house which we have taken is perfectly distinct from that engaged by other lodgers. I recollected besides that I had more than once remarked, since our abode here, that as we passed on the stairs a face from the door of one of the rooms used to peep out as if anxious to get a sight of us, and concluded, from the behaviour

of these gentlemen, that knowing there were two young women under the same roof with them, they had been seized with curiosity to see us, and in a state of intoxication had ventured to introduce themselves in this rude and abrupt manner.
Frightened by the bold way in which they stared at us, I curtseyed with a very grave air, and told them the mistake was of no consequence, expecting them to depart. This however they had no intention of doing so immediately.
Since Fortune has proved so kind, said one of them, who appeared the most intoxicated, since Fortune, has so wonderfully savoured us with the knowledge that two such angels exist, let us not fail to profit from the blest occasion. Permit me the honour ladies of introducing this gentleman to the happiness of your acquaintance, (pulling his friend by the arm, who, half ashamed of his situation,

had shrunk behind)—Tom Bradshaw, Ma'am, (bowing,) he is modest you may perceive, but as worthy a fellow as lives.
My embarrassment and astonishment at this effrontery in an utter stranger may easily be conjectured. I knew not what reply to make to a speech and behaviour so unaccountably forward and presuming, but
