RIGENTHUR THE HISTORY O F Sir CHARLES GRANDISON. IN A SERIES OF BY MR SAMUEL RICHARDSON, AUTHOR OF PAMELA AND CLARISSA. IN EIGHT VOLUMES. VOLUME II. DER THE SEVENTH EDITION. AUGSBURG LONDON: Printed for JOHN DONALDSON, corner of Arundel-streets M,DCC,LXXVI. M Wedn. Night, March 1. He R Fowler fet out yesterday for Gloucefterfhire, where he has an estate. proposes to go from thence to Caermarthen, to the worthy Sir Rowland. He paid a visit to Mr Reeves, and defired him to present to me his best wishes and respects. He declared, that he could not poffibly 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 faid, he could not bear it. VOL. II. A I hope I hope poor Mr Fowler will be more happy than I could make him. Methinks, I could have been half-glad to have feen him before he went : And yet but half-glad; fince, had he fhewn much concern, I fhould have been pained. Take now, my dear, an account of what paffed this day in St James's-fquare. There were at Sir Charles Grandifon's, befides Lord and Lady L. the young Lord G. one of Miss Grandifon's humble fervants; Mr Everard Grandifon; Mifs 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 fifters. They received my coufins and me with looks of love. I will tell you, faid Sir Charles, your company, before I prefent them to you. Lord L. is a good man. I honour him as fuch; and love him as my fifter's husband. Lady L. bowed, and looked round her, as if fhe took pride in her brother's approbation of her Lord. Mr Everard Grandifon, proceeded he, is a fprightly man. He is prepared to admire you, Mifs Byron. You will not believe, perhaps, half the handfome things he will fay to you; but yet will be the only person who hears them that will not. Lord G. is a modeft young man: He is genteel, well-bred; but is fo much in love with a certain young lady, that he does not appear with that dignity in her eye [why blushes my Charlotte?] that otherwife, perhaps, he might. Are not you, Sir Charles, a modeft man? No comparifons, Charlotte. Where there is a double prepoffeffion; no comparifons !-But Lord G. Mifs Byron, is a good kind of young man. You'll You'll not dislike him, though my fifter is pleafeed to think No comparisons, Sir Charles. That's fair, Charlotte. I will leave Lord G. to the judgment of Mifs Byron. Ladies can better account for the approbation and dislikes of ladies, than we men can. He is learned, Dr Bartlett you'll also fee. prudent, humble. You'll read his heart in his countenance the moment he fmiles upon you. Your grandpappa, madam, ħad fine curling filver hair, had he not? The moment I heard that you owed obligation to your grandfather's care and delight in you, I figure to myfelf, that he was just fuch a man, habit excepted: Your grandfather was not a clergyman, I think. When I have friends whom I have a strong defire to pleafe, I always endeavour to treat them with Dr Bartlett's company. He has but one fault; he fpeaks too, little: But were he to speak much, every one else would wish to be filent. 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 fums, which her father gave over for lost. He was an Italian merchant, and driven out of England by the unhappy temper of his wife. I have had fome 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 Mifs Byron's favour, and to make their A 2 firft |