arose from the remembrance of some disastrous love adventure, which obtruded itself involuntarily upon his mind.
THIS point which you have barely hinted at, I shall take for granted; and then endeavour to

shew you the absurdity of being alarmed on such an occasion. Lord Woodville is now in his eight-and-twentieth year, and has lived both in forreign courts, and at home, as much in the gay world, as any man in England.—And can my dear Emily really suppose that she was the first object of his love?—Impossible! It is much more reasonable to imagine that he had felt that passion half a dozen times, at least, before she was out of her hanging sleeves.
BUT all girls flatter themselves with the entire possession of an husband's heart; which if he happens as in your case, to be seven or eight years older than her, is no more in his power to bestow, than youth or beauty. But if he generously grants you all that remains at that time in his gift, you have not the least right to complain; and this, I firmly believe lord Woodville has done. Beware, then my Emily, of appearing ungrateful for this present; nor let him ever see that you do not consider, even the remnant of his heart, as a full equivalent for all your own. This I must confess to be a very unequal lot of affections; but the conditions of life should be acquiesced in, without too much refining—
THERE never was an higher instance of delicacy than lord Woodville's behaviour to you, in consequence of the temple adventure; but do not give him too frequent opportunities of exerting his gallantry:—you are a musical lady; and know that a string may be strained, till it breaks. I am perfectly acquainted with the tenderness and sensibility of your nature; but you are not to judge of others, by your own fine feelings; or think your husband deficient in affection, if he is not so minutely attentive to trifling circumstances,

as your delicacy may prompt you to expect.
LES petits soins belong most properly to female life: the great cares of the world are load sufficient for the ablest man. I have now done chiding I hope for ever, as I never can he angry with my Emily, but when she wounds herself.
THE description of your rural entertainment, pleased me much.—Whenever I go to Woodfort, you shall take me to see your pocket Arcadia—No, upon second thoughts, the scene would he incomplete without a swain; I therefore desire you will present my compliments to Sir