 as I have now made, my lord, will, I flatter myself, intitle me both to your regard and pity. I go self banished from all that I esteem, and love; from you and lady Woodville.—It would be the height of impiety to doubt of her happiness: and a long continuance of the blessings you now enjoy, is the kindest wish that I can make for you. Felicity like yours, admits of no addition.

When you have read this, my lord, burn and forget it, but let the unhappy writer be totally banished from your remembrance. Conceal my presumption, from the too lovely lady Woodville, lest her resentment should be added to the miseries of,
Your unhappy friend, JAMES THORNTON.
O FANNY, I am distressed beyond measure, by these two letters! Why did this weak young man place his affections upon me? Why not bestow them, where they were likely, if not certain, to meet with a return? It is said, that love is involuntarily; but I believe it is only so in very young or enervated minds.—If we will not struggle with our passions, they will surely overcome us; but they may certainly be weeded out before they have taken too deep root.
I AM doubly distressed, by this unlucky attachment.—Poor Fanny Weston! her passion for Sir James Thornton is but to visible;—Would it not be cruel to attempt her cure, by letting her into this secret? I know not how to act.—Why did my lord reveal his foolish letter? or why did he not sigh, in secret, and conceal his ill-placed love? O these audacious men! they dare do any thing.
THERE is however, a degree of modesty, in his keeping the secret, while he was here. I am convinced, if he had given the slightest hint of it, I should have had detested him: even as it is, I feel myself offended, and in a very aukward situation. I shall certainly blush when I see my lord; and yet, why should I be humbled by another person's folly? What husband but mine, would have put such a letter into the hands of a wife? Such a mark of confidence

ought to raise me, in my own opinion, as it is an undoubted proof, that I stand high in his. Pleasing reflection! dwell upon my mind, and banish every gloomy thought, that has obtruded there.
AS Lucy's happiness is of infinite consequence to mine, I hope soon to hear, that she is lady Mount
