, though I have spent some evenings there, both pleasantly and innocently. I love chearfulness, wit, and humour, wherever to be met with; and when Sir James Thornton shall be added to our society at Woodfort, I shall not have occasion to go in pursuit of any of them,

elsewhere. As a farther inducement, we shall go to York races. I know you have horses to run there. Hasten then, to Your's sincerely,




I ARRIVED in London, the day after you left it: how unfortunate to have missed the friend of my heart! to whom I have a thousand things to communicate, that will not bear the cold, slow forms of narrative letter writing.
BUT one sad truth I must pour into your bosom, from mine, that almost bursts while I repeat it. The lovely, the angelic Charlotte Beaumont, has fled from these fond arms, and taken refuge in a convent! I beheld her renounce the pomps, and vanities, of that world, which she was born to adorn. None but her kindred angels ever appeared so beautiful as she, when led like a blooming sacrifice to the altar.
AS she advanced up the isle, she caught my eyes; she stopt, and sigh'd; but quickly recollecting herself, turned her's to heaven—then with a ray of that ineffable tenderness, with which we may suppose angelic beings look on mortal woes, she turned them full on m — •…t ah! too soon recalled them, and passed along, with all the dignity of conscious virtue!
How I got out of the convent, I know not: my senses vanished with her—• was fifteen days delirious; and but for the officious kindness of Wilson, should not now feel those poignant agonies,

that rend my heart. O Woodville, to lose such a woman, by my own folly! that fatal duel, in what misery has it involved me! When I am calm enough, if that should ever be, I will copy her last letter, and send it to you: I would not part with the original for worlds, though it has destroyed my peace in this.
WILL you forgive your wretched friend for breaking in one moment on your present felicity? I hear you are completely blessed.—This is the only ray of joy, that ever can, or shall pervade the gloom, in which my fate is involved. Happy Woodville! to triumph over an unhappy passion, and now to feel the transports of successful love!
BUT let me intreat you, as you value your future peace not to see the marchioness
