 its opposite vice, or weakness; our vanity triumps, and like the French, we frequently chant out Te Deum, without having gained a victory.
TOO much I feel that this has been my case. I begin to fear that I shall not even be capable of disguising my unhappiness; and of practising this dissimulation, which in my singular situation should be deemed a virtue.
I HAVE discovered that lady Woodville has lately wept much; I once surprized her alone, in a flood of tears. I could not bear them: they reproached me, Seymour! but it was with silent anguish; I pressed to know the cause of her distress: had she revailed it, and but once upbraided me, though in the gentlest terms, I fear I should have thrown away the mask, avowed my passion, and quitted her for ever.
BUT her soft nature knew not how to chide, and seemed alarmed for fear she had offended. Her suffering gentleness unmanned me quite, or rather on the instant, it restored all that is worthy of the name of man, my reason, and my virtue: and I dare hope, that from that time,

she has been well deceived, and that I only am the victim of my own weakness.
I SHALL address this letter to London; I think it is more likely that it should meet you there at present, than at the hot wells. I intreat you will wait upon the marchioness, and tell her Seymour, what my heart endures; let me at least have some merit, from the sacrifice I have made, and not be deemed ungrateful, or insensible by her.
IF you hear any thing of Ransford, let me know.—His father is outrageous at his conduct, and even I think he is to blame.






I AM sincerely sorry for your relapsing into a state of weakness, which must be always a state of misery. I confess I thought you in the surest train for happiness, as the having conquered ourselves, is the only subject I know for real exultation. But as your conduct has been truly noble, and that no person has suffered from what I now consider as your own misfortune, no one can have a right to reproach you; and it is for your own sake alone, that I now intreat you to struggle with your too partial attachment to an unworthy woman,
YOU desire me to acquaint her with the state of your heart; can you suppose me so weak as to comply with your request, were it within

my power? But I must travel some miles to afford the fugitive conqueror the triumph
