some unhappy frail one, with such a degree of rancour and malevolence, as is totally inconsistent with the calm dignity of real virtue.
HAVE you ever read a fable, which is bound up with Mr. Moore's, but was written by Mr. Brooke, called the Female Seducers? I think it

the prettiest thing that ever was written upon this subject.—To that I refer you for my sentiments at large.
YOUR remark upon the diversity of natures, amongst the human species, is pretty and ingenious;—but when we consider the amazing variety there is in the animal creation, and how many of them are noxious, we cannot wonder that there should be some difference in human kind. Had we been all formed with equal virtues, those very virtues would have been rendered useless;—an insipid tameness would have prevented emulation, and life would have become a perfect sinecure.
ON the other hand, were we all vicious, disorder and confusion must take place, and this world be quickly reduced to its primitive chaos. Without temptation, there could be no virtue; and without virtue, this world could not subsist.—We should not be so much pleased with the gentleness of the lamb, if there was no animal more fierce, nor should we feel the sweetness of the woodlark's note, so sensibly as we do, if we had never heard the screech owl's voice, or the croaking of the raven. It is by comparison alone, that we are capable of estimating good and evil, both in the moral and natural sense.
I COULD illustrate my argument, as fully amongst our own species, as in the brute creation; but I have drawn this letter to such an immoderate length, that I must at least defer the remainder of my discourse, parson like, to another opportunity.
EVERY thing is settled to Lucy's mind; and lord Mount Willis's happy day is fixed for Saturday

fortnight. I hope you will come to town next week; till then,

my ever dear Emily.




I SHOULD have answered your letter by last post, but was prevented, by having company. The two miss Withers's spent three days with us.—I told you before, they were charming women; but agreeable as I first thought them, I now think them ten times more so.
THE eldest is extremely sensible, and perfectly accomplished, but of a grave turn; the youngest has every merit of her sister, with the most engaging vivacity imaginable. She is soon to be married to an Irish nobleman.—Happy man, who is to be