't understand you," answered Lucy, and turned towards the house, with some marks of resentment on her countenance. Bolton was for some time rivetted to the spot; when he recovered the use of his feet, he ran after Miss Sindall, and gently laying hold of her hand, "I cannot bear your anger, said he, though I own, your displeasure is just; but forgive, I intreat you, this unthinking offence of him, whose respect is equal to his love."—. "Your love, Mr. Bolton!"—"I cannot retract the word, though my heart has betrayed me from that prudence which might have stifled the declaration.
I have not language, Miss Lucy, for the present feelings of my soul; till this moment I never knew how much I loved you, and never could I have expressed it so ill."—He paused—she was looking fixedly on the ground, drawing her hand softly from his, which refused involuntarily to quit its hold. —"May I not hope," said he — "You have my pardon, Mr. Bolton" — "But" — "I beg you," said Lucy, interrupting him, "to leave this subject; I know your merit, Mr. Bolton —my esteem—you have thrown me into such confusion —nay, let go my hand."—"Pity then, and forgive me."—She sighed—he pressed her hand to his lips—she blushed, —and blushed in such a manner—They have never been in Bolton's situation, by whom that sigh, and that blush, would not have been understood.


THERE was too much innocence in the breast of Lucy, to suffer it to be furnished with disguise. I mean not to throw any imputation on that female delicacy, Which, as Milton expresses it,
—would be woo'd, and not unsought be won.
This, in truth, canno• be call'd art, because nature has given it to all her females. Let it simply proceed from modesty, and it will never go too far; but the affectation of it is ever the consequence of weakness in the head, or cruelty in the heart.

I believe Miss Sindall to have been subject to neither; she did not therefore assume the pride of indifference which she did not feel, to the attachment of so much worth as Bolton's, and he had soon the happiness to find, that his affection, which every day encreased, was not lavished without hope of a return.
But he did not seem to be so fortunate, meanwhile,
