spend the Summer with us at Hartley's. The Books lie upon the Floor in Sir Thorobred's Study, from whence Drafts are made occasionally to be employed in the same Services as his Euclid's Elements; and indeed I find their Pages suffer such considerable Decrease, that I am obliged to Study very vigorously, in order to keep up with him in his Consumption. Then I sometimes ride after Breakfast, but "Soberly," as Lady Grace says; Not in the frantic whip and cut Stile of a Nimrod, nor with the more dignified Pomposity of the Manege, like a King

William the Third in old Tapestry. And then if any Log, or broken Hurdle, or Furze-bush should sprout up in my Way, I never risque the whole Army at once, but pass it in two Divisions. Videlicet, myself first, as being of the greatest Consequence, and afterwards my Cavalry. Or sometimes if the Passage should be very much obstructed, I place my Horse in the Van, as Pioneer or Forlorn Hope, and bring up myself as the sustaining Party. You know which he is. Sir Thorobred's old Grey Poney. I can tell you we are very great Friends. Age and Experience have cooled down all the little Tricks and Vanities which more youthful Quadrupeds are subject to, and as each pays the most punctilious Regard to

his own particular Safety, we are excessively cautious of Hazarding anything that might break the Bond of Union between us. I fear, however, we shall be under the Necessity of Parting in a Day or two, as my Time of Furlow is nearly elapsed, and old Hartley will begin to be impatient for the Execution of his University Plans. Vale Charles, believe me,
Yours, W. EASY.

Miss HARTLEY to Miss RUGG.
Hill-Street,July,
WELL my cunning reserved little Madam, I have heard of all your Coquetries to ensnare the poor Melmoth, though you have not thought fit to write to me since his Arrival amongst you. Indeed, I think you might have found some spare half Hour to scribble in, and acquaint me a little how Matters went on; especially, as you had declared your Intentions with such a pretty blushing Bashfulness in your last Letter. Upon my Honour, you deserve to be plagued a little.
Should nothing Material prevent, I shall probably spend great Part

of the Summer with my Brother, as he seems to wish much for my Company.

How very pretty and sisterlike that was of you, wasn't it? But then,
We are not without Hopes of seeing