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H I S T O R Y

OF

Sir CHARLES GRANDISON.'

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SERIES OF LETTERS.

BY MR SAMUEL RICHARDSON,

AUTHOR or PAMELA AND CLARISSA.

IN EIGHT VOLUMES.

VOLUME II.

THE SEVENTH EDITION.

ATOSURG

L O N D ON:
Printed for JOHN DONALDSON, corner of Arundel-streets
No. 195. in the Strand. Sold by T. WILSON, at York :
A. SMITH, Halifax: D. AKEN HEAD, New-
castle : W. DARLING, Edinburgh: W. BOYD,
Dumfries : W. ANDERSON, Stirling :
ANGUS and Son, Aberdeen :

and L. FLIN, Dublin,

M.DCC.LXXVI.

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Wedn. Night, March 1.
R Fowler set out yesterday for Glou-

cestershire, where he has an estate. He

proposes to go from thence to Caermarthen, to the worthy Sir Rowland. He paid a visit to Mr Reeves, and desired him to present to me his bist wishes and respects. He declared, that he could not poflibly take leave of me, though he doubted not but I would receive him with goodness, as he called it. But it was that which cut him to the heart: So kind, and fo cruel, he said, he could not bear it. VOL. II.

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man.

I hope poor Mr Fowler will be more happy than I could make him. Methinks, I could have been half-glad to have seen him before he went : And yet but half-glad ; fince, had he shewn much concern, I should have been pained.

Take now, my dear, an account of what passed this day in St James's-square.

There were at Sir Charles Grandison's, besides Lord and Lady L. the young Lord G. one of Miss Grandison's humble servants; Mr Everard Grandifon; Miss Emily Jervois, a young lady of about fourteen, a ward of Sir Charles ; and Dr Bartlett, a divine'; of whom more by and by.

Sir Charles conducted us into the drawingroom adjoining to the dining-room, where only were his two sisters. They received my cousins and me with looks of love.

I will tell you, said Sir Charles, your company, before I present them to you. Lord L. is a good

I honour him as such ; and love him as my fifter's husband.

Lady L. bowed, and looked round her, as if she took pride in her brother's approbation of her Lord.

Mr Everard Grandifon, proceeded he, is a sprightly man. He is prepared to admire you, Miss Byron. You will not believe, perhaps, half the handsome things he will say to you; but yet will be the only person who hears them that will not.

Lord G. is a modest young man: He is genteel, well-bred; but is so much in love with a certain young lady, that he does not appear with that dignity in her eye (why blushes my Charlotte ?] that otherwise, perhaps, he might.

Are not you, Sir Charles, a modeft man?

No comparisons, Charlotte. Where there is a double prepoffeffion; no comparisons ! But Lord G. Miss Byron, is a good kind of young man.

You'll

You'll not dislike him, though my sister is plea-
feed to think
No comparisons, Sir Charles.

That's fair, Charlotte. I will leave Lord G. to the judgment of Miss Byron. Ladies can better account for the approbation and dislikes of ladies, than we men can.

Dr Bartlett you'll also see. He is learned, prudent, humble. You'll read his heart in his countenance the moment he smiles upon you. Your grandpappa, madam, had fine curling silver hair, had he not? The moment I heard that you owed obligation to your grandfather's care and delight in you, I figure to myself, that he was just such a man, habit excepted : Your grandfather was not a clergyman, I think. When I have friends whom I have a strong desire to please, I. always endeavour to treat them with Dr Bartlett's company. He has but one fault; he speaks too , little : But were he to speak much, every one else would wish to be silent.

My ward Emily Jervois is an amiable girl. Her father was a good man but not happy in his nuptials. He bequeathed to my care, on his deathbed, at Florence, this his only child. My fifter loves her. I love her for her own fake as well as for her father's. She has a great fortune : And I have had the happiness to recover large sums, which her father gave over for loft. He was an Italian merchant, and driven out of England by the unhappy temper of his wife. I have had some trouble with her; and, if the be living, expect more.

Unhappy temper of his wife, Sir Charles! You are very mild in your account of one of the most abandoned of women.

Well, but, Charlotte, I am only giving brief hints of Emily's story, to procure for her an interest in Miss Byron's favor, and to make their

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