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Thursday Morning, Nov. 16.

OU fhall find me, my dear fifter, as minute as you with. Lucy is a charming girl. For the humour's fake, as well as to forward each other, on the joyful occafion, we fhall write by

turns.

It would look as if we had determined upon a public day, in the very face of it, were we to appear in full dreffes: The contrary, therefore, was agreed upon yesterday. But every one, however, intends to be dreffed as elegantly as morningdreffes can make them. Harriet, as you fhall hear, is the leaft fhewy. All in virgin white. She looks, the moves an angel. I must go to the deargirl. Lucy, where are you?

Here, madam-But how can one write when one's thoughts

Write as I bid you. Have I not given you 'your cue ??

Lucy, taking up the pen.] Dear Lady L. I am in a vaft hurry. Lord W. Lady W. and Mr Beauchamp are come. Sir Charles, Mr Deane, Mr and Mrs Reeves, have been here this half-hour. Has Lady G. dated?-No, I proteft! We women are above fuch little exactneffes. Dear Lady L.! the gentlemen and ladies are all come. They fay the church-yard is crouded with more of the living than of the dead, and there is hardly room for a fpade. What an image, on fuch a day! We

are

are all out of our wits between joy and hurry.. My cousin is not well; her heart mifgives her! Foolish girl!-She is with her grandmamma and my grandmamma Selby. One gives her hartshorn, another falts. "Lady G. Lady G. I must attend my dear Mifs Byron: In an hour's time • that will be her name no longer."

Lady G.

Here, here, child-Our Harriet's. better, Lady L. and afhamed of herself. Sir Charles was fent for up, by her grandmother and aunt, to foothe her. Charming man! Tendernefs and love are indeed tendernefs and love in the brave and manly heart. Emily will not be married, on any confideration. There is terror, and not joy, the fays, in the attending circumftances. Good Emily, continue to harden thy heart against love, and thoughts of wedlock, for two years to come, and then change thy mind, for Beauchamp's fake!

"Dear Lucy, a line or two more. Your uncle; • I hear his voice, fummoning-The man's mad; ⚫ mad indeed, Lady L.-In Juch a hurry!"-Lucy, they are not yet all ready.

"Nor I, fays the raptured faucy-face, to take. up the pen-not a line more can I, will I write,, till the knot is tied.".

Nor I, my dear Lady L. till I can give you joy upon it.

Ifb: For this hurrying foul himself, in driving every body elfe, has forgot to be quite ready. But we are in very good time. Lucy has brought me up the order of proceffion, as Earlmarthal Selby has directed it.

Here I pin it on.

First

Seventh Coach (Sir John Holles's).

Mifs NANCY SELBY, Mr HOLLES.
Mifs KITTY HOLLES, Mr STEELE.

Eighth Coach (Lord G,'s)..

Mifs PATTY HOLLES, Mr GODFREY.
Mifs DOLLY. NEDHAM, Mr ROBERTS.

Each

Each coach four horfes. Sir Charles's ftate-coach to be referved for the day of public appear

ance.

[From Selby-houfe to the church, half a mile, in coaches; foot-way not fo much.]

Emily was very earnest to be bride-maid, tho' advised to the contrary.

Mr Beauchamp was a bride-man, at his own requeft alfo.

I will go back to the early part of the morning.

We were each of us ferenaded, as I may fay, by direction of this joyful man uncle Selby (awakened, as he called it, to mufic), by James Selby, playing at each perfon's door an air or two, the words from an epithalamiùm (whose, I know not);

The day is come, you wish'd fo long:
Love pick'd it out amidst the throng:
He defines to himself this fun,

And takes the reins, and drives it on.

It is indeed a fine day. The fun feemed to reproach fome of us; but Harriet flept not a wink. No wonder.

I hastened up to falute her. She was ready dreffed. Charming readiness, my love, faid I!

I took the opportunity while I was able, anfwered the.

Lucy, Naney, were with her, both dreffed, as fhe, for the day; that they might have nothing to do but to attend her. What joy in their faces! What sweet carefulness in the lovely Harriet's !→→→→ And will this day, faid fhe once, in a low voice, to me, give me to the lord of my heart?-Let not grief come near it; joy can be enough painful!

Lucy.] My coufin, her fpirits over hurried, was ready to faint in her grandmother's arms;

but

but, revived by the foothings, the bleffings, of her venerable parent, soon recovered. Let nobody be frighted, faid her grandmother: Affright not, by your hurryings, my lovely child! A little fatigued; her fpirits are hurried: Her joy is too much for them.

What a charming prefence of mind has Mrs. Shirley! Lady G. bids me write any thing to your ladyship, fo I will but write; and forbids me apologizing either for manner or words.

Sir Charles was admitted. She stood up the moment fhe faw him, love and reverence in her fweet afpect. With a kind impatience he hastened to her, and threw himself at her feet, taking her hand, and preffing it with his lips-Refume your magnanimity, my deareft life: By God's. bleffing, with the man before you, you will have more than a chance for happiness.

Forgive me, Sir, faid fhe, fitting down (She could hardly ftand :) I can have no doubt of your goodness: But it is a great day! The folemnity is an awful one!

It is a great, a folemn day to me, my dearest creature! But encourage my joy by your fmiles. It can fuffer abatement only by giving you pain. Generous goodness! But—

But what, my love? In compliment to the best of parents, to the kindeft of uncles, refume your ufual prefence of mind. I, elfe, who fhall glory be fore a thoufand witneffes in receiving the honour of your hand, fhall be ready to regret that I acquiefced fo chearfully with the withes of thofe parental friends for a public celebration.

I have not been of late well, Sir: My mind is weakened. But it would be ungrateful, if I did not own to you, that my joy is as ftrong as my fear: It overcame me. I hope I shall behave better. You fhould not have been called to be a witness of my weaknefs

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