 will comply with, though I thereby deprive myself of every possible hope of felicity! Yes, I will give you this painful proof of my sincerity; but first let me see you restored to tranquillity; you are not at present, my angel, in a condition to think of removing; surely my behaviour has been such as might banish every idea of fear, or suspicion; depend upon its continuance, depend upon my honour. Never, my lovely Emily, shall it be such as to incur your displeasure.
I love, I adore you, it is true, with a passion more ardent than words can express, on a return of which, my whole happiness is centered; but it must be voluntary, never will your Sommerville forget that respect you so justly merit; he will leave to time, and his unremitted

endeavours to convince you of his tenderness and affection, to produce that wished-for change in your sentiments, which can alone constitute his felicity.
In the interim he is, and ever will be your unchangeable friend; as such look upon, as such command him—but do not be too precipitate, my dearest creature, reflect seriously on what you would wish to do, whether return to your Father—your Aunt—or. …
Oh, my Lord! (again bursling into tears) Why! Ah, why all those obliging professions of friendship now? When well you know they come too late for my peace! My Father!—My Aunt!—Alas! Alas! I have no longer!—
She could not proceed, her anguisn put it out of her power to finish the sentence. Upon my soul, Charles, her distress softened me even to tears; the drops sell on her lovely hand.
Ah! my Lord, is it possible there should yet remain any degree of tenderness, of compassion, in a heart that ha hitherto been so callous, so capable of acting as you have done? Even you weep, my Lord, who have been the voluntary author of all my sorrows, think then, can I

ever hope that my tears will cease to flow? But let me seize the favourable moment to renew my suit: am I at liberty to leave you? No matter where! or to whom I go! Heaven, I trust, will not wholly abandon me; on that I rely—I have been a weak but not a guilty creature, my Lord, and doubt not providence will guide my steps to some more hospitable door than those which are now for ever shut against me! And again she sobbed as if her heart would break.
By heavens! Charles,
