 Wills.



I CANNOT see why my dear Emily should be hurt or offended at Sir James Thornton's innocent passion? had he dared to avow it, to you, it would have lost that title, and should have been considered as an insult; but let the poor youth sigh in peace, for a few months, and I will venture to promise, that he will get the better of his folly.—Dying for love is a disorder, that comes not within our bills of mortality.
NOT but I believe that a long and habitual fondness founded on reasonable hopes, will when destroyed, destroy life, with it.
" O the soft commerce! O the tender ties!
" Close twisted with the fibres of the heart,
" Which broken break it, and drain off the soul
" Of human joy, and make it pain to live."
BUT these are not the sport of feelings, with which masters and misses, who fancy themselves

in love, are commonly affected; for though youth is the season, when we are most capable of receiving impressions, it is also the season, when they are most easily erased. I think I might venture to pronounce, that there are not five hundred couples in the cities of London and Westminster, who are married to their first love, and yet I firmly believe there are, at least, ten times that number of happy pairs; if so, what becomes of the first passion?
TO be sure we now and then met with a foolish obstinate heart, that cherishes its own misery, and preserves the image of some worthless object, to the last moment of its existence. Among this simple class, I fear I shall be necessitated to rank my sister Lucy; for though she does not pretend to have the smallest objection to lord Mount Willis, yet can she not be prevailed upon, to give a final yes.
HIS behaviour, on this occasion is truly noble; for though I believe that never man was more in love, he has made it a point, both with Sir John and me, not to press Lucy, for her consent. I fear Sir John will grow angry, at last, and perhaps hurry her into a denial, which she will have reason to repent, all the days of her life.
HOWEVER, she will now have some time to recollect herself, as Sir John has this day, received a summons to attend his aunt lady Aston, who is dying, and will probably leave Lucy a lage legacy:—That poor idiot, Sir James Miller has mortgaged the last foot of his estate
