few nations, though six times as large, greater numbers of them.

I was to be the happiest of men, Sir Charles, in a Grandison-I thank you, bowing.

It is one of my felicities, my lord, that my sister calls herself yours.

Lady L whispering me, as I sat between her and Miss Grandison, The two worthiest hearts in the world, Miss Byron! my Lord L-'s, and my brother's!

With joy I congratulate your ladyship on both, rewhispered I. May God long continue to you two such blessings!

I thought of the vile Sir Hargrave at the time.

I can tell you how, said Mr. Grandison, to repay that nation-You, Sir Charles, shall go down, and bring up with you a Scottish lady.

it.

I was vexed with myself for starting. I could not help

Don't you think, Lucy, that Sir Charles made a very fine compliment to the Scottish ladies?--I own that I have heard the women of our northern counties praised also. But are there not, think you, as pretty women in England?

My sister Harriet, applied Sir Charles to me, you need not, I hope, be told, that I am a great admirer of fine

women.

I had liked to have bowed-I should not have been able to recover myself, had I so seemed to apply his compli

ment.

I had the less wonder that you are, Sir Charles, because, in the word fine, you include mind as well as person.

That's my good girl! said Miss Grandison, as she poured out the tea and so he does.

G

My dear Charlotte, whispered I-Pray, say something encouraging to Lord G——. He is pleased with every body; but nobody says any thing to him; and he, I see, both loves and fears you. ·

Hush, child, whispered she again. he is silent. If it be his day to love,

The man's best when

it is his day to fear.

What a deuse! shall a woman's time be never?

That's good news for my lord: shall I hint to him, that

his time will come?

Do, if you dare. I want you to provoke me. She spoke aloud.

I have done, said I.

My lord, what do you think Miss Byron says?

For Heaven's sake, dear Miss Grandison!

Nay, I will speak it.

Pray, madam, let me know, said my lord.

You will know Miss Grandison in time, said Sir Charles. I trust her not with any of my secrets, Miss Byron.

The more ungenerous you, Sir Charles: for you get out of me all mine. I complained of you, sir, to Miss Byron, for your reserves at Colnebrook.

Be so good, madam, said my lord

Nay, nothing but the mountain and the mouse. Byron only wanted to see your collection of insects. Miss Byron will do me great honour—

Miss

If Charlotte won't attend you, madam, said the countess, to my Lord G's, I will.

Have I not brought you off, Harriet? whispered Miss Grandison-Trust me another time.-She will let you know the day before, my lord.

Miss Grandison, my lord, said I, loves to alarm. But I will with pleasure wait on her, and on the countess, whenever they please.

You will see many things worth your notice, madam, in Lord G's collection, said Sir Charles to me. But Charlotte thinks nothing less than men and women worthy of hers; her parrot and squirrel, the one for its prattle, the other for its vivacity, excepted.

Thank you, Sir Charles-But pray do you be quiet! I fear nobody else.

Miss Byron, said the countess, pray spare her not: I see you can make Charlotte be afraid of two.

Then it must be of three, Lady L. You know my reverence for my elder sister.

Indeed but I don't. I know only, that nobody can better tell, what she should do, than my Charlotte: but I have always taken too much delight in your vivacity, either to wish or expect you to rein it in.

for

You acted by me like an indolent parent, Lady L-—, who miscalls herself indulgent. You gave me my head your own pleasure; and when I had got it, though you found inconvenience, you chose rather to bear it, than to take the pains to restrain me-But Sir Charles, whatever faults he might have had when he was from us, came over to us finished. He grew not up with us from year to year: his blaze dazzled me; and I have tried over and over, but cannot yet get the better of my reverence for him.

If I have not my sister's love, rather than what she pleasantly calls her reverence, I shall have a much worse opinion of my own outward behaviour, than of her merit.

Your outward behaviour, Sir Charles, cannot be in fault, said Lord L- but I join with my sister Charlotte, in her opinion of what is.

And I too, said the countess-for I am a party-This is it, Sir Charles-Who that lies under obligations which they

cannot return, can view the obliger but with the most delicate sensibility?

Give me leave, said Miss Emily, her face crimsoned over with modest gratitude, to say, that I am one, that shall ever have a reverence, superior to my love, for the best of guardians.

Blushes overspread my face, and gave a tacit acknowledgment, on my part, of the same sensibility, from the same motives.

Who is it, joined in Dr. Bartlett, that knows my patron, but must acknowledge

My dear Dr. Bartlett, interrupted Sir Charles, from you, and from my good Lord L, these fine things are not to be borne. From my three sisters, looking at me for one, and from my dear ward, I cannot be so uneasy, when they will not be restrained from acknowledging, that I have succeeded in my endeavours to perform my duty to them.

a manner.

I long to know, as I said once before, the particulars of what Sir Charles has done, to oblige every body in so high Don't you, Lucy? Bless me! what a deal of time have I wasted since I came to town! I feel as if I had wings, and had soared to so great a height, that every thing and person that I before beheld without dissatisfaction, in this great town, looks diminutive and little, under my aching eye. Thus, my dear, it must be in a better world, if we are permitted to look back upon the highest of our satisfactions in this.

I was asked to give them a lesson on the harpsichord after tea. Miss Grandison said, Come, come, to prevent all excuses, I will shew you the way.

Let it then be, said Mr. Grandison, Shakspeare's cuckow. You have made me enter with so much compara

tive shame into myself, that I must have something lively to raise my spirits.

Well, so it shall, replied Miss Grandison. Our poor cousin does not know what to do with himself when you are got a little out of his reach.

This is not fair, Charlotte, said Sir Charles. It is not that graceful manner of obliging, in which you generally excel. Compliance and reflection are not to be coupled.

Well, well, but I will give the good man his cuckow, to make him amends.

Accordingly she sung that ballad from Shakspeare; and with so much spirit and humour, as delighted every body.

Sir Charles being a judge of music, I looked a little sillier than usual, when I was again called upon.

Come, my dear, said the kind countess, I will prepare you a little further. When you see your two elder sisters go before you, you will have more courage.

She sat down, and played one of Scarlatti's lessons; which, you know, are made to shew a fine hand. And surely, for the swiftness of her fingers, and the elegancy of her manner, she could not be equalled.

It is referred to you, my third sister, said Sir Charles, [who had been taken aside by Mr. Reeves; some whispering talk having passed between them,] to favour us with some of Handel's music: Mrs. Reeves says, she has heard you sing several songs out of the Pastoral, and out of some of his finest Oratorios.

Come hither, come hither, my sweet Harriet-Here's his Alexander's Feast: my brother admires that, I know; and says it is the noblest composition that ever was produced by man; and is as finely set as written.

She made me sit down to the instrument,