, I am certain he never did, or could like you—But nothing can conquer some people's vanity.
I have been informed that Sir John O'Shaughnasy is at Scarborough.—It is my duty to follow him there, and I have no doubt of recovering his affections.—I mention this circumstance in order to prevent your bending your course that way, as I should be sorry to be obliged to treat a person with contempt, for whom I once had a small portion of regard; and for this reason I hope you will henceforth avoid any further intercourse with
A. O'SHAUGHNASY.


LADY JULIANA TO LADY STANLEY.
Dijon.
DRIED be my Lucy's tears, and may each trace of sorrow, she has ever felt for her unhappy friend, vanish at the receipt of this, like morning dews before the rising sun! No cause remains for Lucy now to weep, her sister Magdalen * is well and happy.

Your letter was the harbinger of peace; I could no longer doubt of heaven's forgiveness, when a frail mortal, like myself, looked with compassion on my sufferings, and thought they had atoned for all my faults. Hope, once again, illumined my sad mind, and stilled the beating of my anxious heart.—I dared to make my vows—From that blessed hour no pang has harrowed up my soul, no bursts of grief have since deformed my face—Though the soft drops of penitence sincere will never cease to flow.
Yes, Lucy, I believe that I could bear to see you now, and meet your looks with firmness; yet, for your sake, I would postpone the interview, 'till use has made the idea of our separation more easy to your friendly heart.—Yet let me not turn boaster, perhaps your presence

might recal ideas that should be ever banished from my mind; then do not risk my present tranquility, but strive to wean yourself from the affection which you long have borne me, and think of me as a departed friend.
To complete my earthly happiness, I have received a letter from my brother, filled with the tenderest acknowledgments of what he calls the unlucky error, that had led him to behave unkindly to me, and the most earnest entreaties to return and pass my days with him without controul.—Blest be the power of truth that has relieved his mind from the indignant, yet humiliating sensation, that must arise from the dishonour of a sister.
For my own part I never felt resentment to my foes, and only grieved for

what my brother suffered. I am indebted to their malice, Lucy.—They
