 two days.—I feel, as if I had cause to be melancholy, and yet endeavour to persuade myself that I have none. This is a state not to be described: and to you, who, I dare say, have never experienced it, may appear ridiculous; and yet, believe me, it is a painful situation—But I flatter myself, I have rather caught, than bred this malady.
LORD Seymour left us this morning; and for some days before he set out, he seemed to have acquired an additional degree of melancholy softness. Love he can never feel more.—Besides, my lord seems infected with the same disorder; looks grave, and sighs. Tell me then, Fanny, is it possible that male friendship is so much more delicate and tender than ours, that their mutual sadness could arise from a separation, for a few weeks, or perhaps months. If this should be the real cause, I shall blush for my own want of sensibility.

I SHOULD think lord Seymour in such a state of mind, that no slight or trivial misfortune could possibly affect him; for they who have once felt real anguish, may bid defiance to future ills. The arrows of adversity may glance against, but cannot wound a heart already broken. From sympathy alone, such minds can suffer.—But, Oh! far, far, be the thought, from Emily's fond bosom, that lord Woodville's sufferings should cause lord Seymour's sorrow! It is impossible! I am sorry I have expressed such a thought, even to you, my sister. I would blot it from the paper, if I could erase it from my mind.
WE had, last night, a concert, in a temple dedicated to Apollo, in the garden.—My lord, whose voice is harmony itself, was singing one of Shenstone's elegies. I accompanied him on the harpsichord, and lord Seymour on the violoncello.—At these words,
" She was fair, and I could not but love,
" She is faithless, and I am undone."
I saw lord Seymour fix his eyes on lord Woodville's face, which, in a moment, became suffused with crimson; his voice faltered so much, that he could scarce finish the song.

THE moment it was ended, he quitted the temple. I felt myself alarmed; I feared he was taken ill, and went immediately towards the house. As I crossed the parterre, I saw him walking briskly, in a path that leads to the wood: this quieted my apprehensions for his
