 writing, and had just laid by

her letter when I entered, to whom I did not then know; but the subject had affected her reatly, for the enchanting girl was still in tears—she endeavoured to check them, and to resume her former ease and indifference; but it would not do, she threw herself back in her chair and wept aloud.
I was softened beyond expression—My angel Emily, cried I, throwing myself at her feet, and pressing her now unreluctant hand to my throbbing breast, why these tears? Why this distress? Look up my best beloved; turn those dear eyes on your adoring Sommerville; say but you forgive him; that he has not wholly lost that place in your esteem, you once gave him leave to hope he possessed, and make him supremely blessed:—his heart, his fortune, all, all are your's, and every moment of his future life shall be entirely deveted to his Emily.
What can I say, my Lord? (with a softness, a sweetness in her voice and manner that melted my very soul) You have succeeded but too well in your designs; you have for ever ruined the peace of a young creature, who certainly never

injured you; but who, on the contrary, beheld you with too much partiality. Oh, my Lord! could I have believed the amiable, the generous Sommerville, for such, till fatally undeceived, I fondly believed you; who, I say, could have suspected him capable of such barbarity? Alas! I, at least, was far, far indeed, from thinking it in his nature!
Ah! wound not my soul with these unkind reproaches, my amiable creature; I cannot bear them from those dear, those lovely lips, (interrupting her, and transported to find her thus softened) forget the past. Deign but to bless your penitent Sommerville with one smile in token for forgiveness, and look forward to many years of exquisite, uninterrupted happiness.
Ah! my Lord! what reliance can I place on the man who has already so cruelly deceived me? Or how look forward to happiness when all my hopes of it are thus destroyed for ever?
Is it nothing then, my Emily, (tenderly pressing her dear soft hand to my heart) to be adored, to be loved as never woman was loved before, by the most

fathful, the most constant of men, by that once happy, because once favoured Sommerville; my Emily is all the world to me, I ask no greater blessing; I cannot figure to myself a more exquisite felicity than
