I wiped my eyes.

Is there any service in my power to do them, or any of them? Command me, good Miss Byron, if there be: my Lord W- and I are one. Our influence is not small.-Make me still more happy, in the power of serving any one favoured by you.

You oppress me, sir, by your goodness!-I cannot speak my grateful sensibilities.

Will you, my dear Mr Reeves, will you, madam, (to my cousin,) employ me in any way that I can be of use to you, either abroad or at home? Your acquaintance has given me great pleasure. To what a family of worthies has this excellent young lady introduced me!

O sir! said Mrs Reeves, tears running down her cheeks, that you were not to leave people, whom you have made so happy in the knowledge of the best of men!

Indispensable calls must be obeyed, my dear Mrs Reeves. If we cannot be as happy as we wish, we will rejoice in the happiness we can have. We must not be our own carvers.-But I make you all serious. I was enumerating, as I told you, my present felicities! I was rejoicing in your friendships. I have joy; and, I presume to say, I will have joy. There is a bright side in every event; I will not lose sight of it: and there is a dark one; but I will endeavour to see it only with the eye of prudence, that I may not be involved by it at unawares. Who, that is not reproached by his own heart, and is blessed with health, can grieve for inevitable evils; evils that can be only evils as we make them so? Forgive my seriousness: my dear friends, you make me grave. Favour me, I beseech you, my good Miss Byron, with one lesson: We shall be too much engaged, perhaps, by and by.

He led me (I thought it was with a cheerful air; but my cousins both say, his eyes glistened) to the harpsichord: He sung unasked, but with a low voice; and my mind was calmed. O Lucy! How can I part with such a man? How can I take my leave of him?-But, perhaps, he has taken his leave of me already, as to the solemnity of it, in the manner I have recited.

LETTER CXXXVIII.

MISS BYRON.

[In continuation.]

Saturday Morning, April 15. O Lucy, Sir Charles Grandison is gone! Gone, indeed! He set out at three this morning; on purpose, no doubt, to spare his sisters, and friends, as well as himself, concern.

We broke not up till after two. Were I in the writing humour, which I have never known to fail me till now, I could dwell upon a hundred things, some of which I can now only briefly mention.

Dinner-time, yesterday, passed with tolerable cheerfulness: every one tried to be cheerful. O what pain attends loving too well, and being too well beloved! He must have pain, as well

as we.

Lady Olivia was the most thoughtful, at dinner-time; yet poor Emily! Ah, the poor Emily! she went out four or five times to weep; though only I perceived it.

Nobody was cheerful after dinner but Sir Charles. He seemed to exert himself to be so. He prevailed on me to give them a lesson on the harpsichord. Lady L played: Lady G played: we tried to play, I should rather say. He himself took the violin, and afterwards sat down to the harpsichord, for one short lesson. He was not known to be such a master but he was long in Italy. Lady Olivia, indeed, knew him to be so. She was induced to play upon the harpsichord: she surpassed everybody. Italy is the land of harmony.

About seven at night he singled me out, and surprised me greatly by what he said. He told me, that Lady Dhad made him a visit. I was before low: I was then ready to sink. She has asked me questions, madam.

Sir, sir! was all I could say.

He himself trembled as he spoke-Alas! my dear, he surely loves me! Hear how solemnly he spoke-God Almighty be your director, my dear Miss Byron! I wish not more happiness to my own soul, than I do to you.—In discharge of a promise made, I mentioned this visit to you: I might otherwise have spared you and myself

He stopped there-Then resumed; for I was silent, I could not speak-Your friends will be entreated for a man that loves you; á very worthy young nobleman.-I give you emotion, madam.-Forgive me.-I have performed my promise. He turned from me with a seeming cheerful air. How could he appear to be cheerful!

We made parties at cards. I knew not what I played. Emily sighed, and tears stole down

her cheeks, as she played. O how she loves her guardian! Emily, I say-I don't know what I write!

At supper, we were all very melancholy. Mr Beauchamp was urgent to go abroad with him. He changed the subject, and gave him an indirect denial, as I may call it, by recommending the two Italian ladies to his best services.

Sir Charles, kind, good, excellent! wished to Lord L to have seen Mr Grandison!-unworthy as that man has made himself of his

attention.

He was a few moments in private with Lady Olivia. She returned to company with red eyes. Poor Emily watched an opportunity to be spoken to by him alone-So diligently!-He led her to the window-About one o'clock it was-He held both her hands. He called her, she says, his Emily. He charged her to write to him.

She could not speak; she could only sob; yet thought she had a thousand things to say to him.

He contradicted not the hope his sisters and their lords had of his breakfasting with them. They invited me; they invited the Italian ladies: Lady L- Lord L- did go, in expectation: but Lady G when she found him gone, sent me and the Italian ladies word, that he was. It would have been cruel if she had not. How could he steal away so! I find, that he intended that his morning visit to me (as, indeed, I half suspected) should be a taking leave of my cousins, and your Harriet. How many things did he say then-How many questions ask-In tender woe-He wanted to do us all service-He seemed not to know what to say -Surely he hates not your poor Harriet-What, struggles in his noble bosom !-But a man cannot complain: a man cannot ask for compassion, as a woman can. But, surely, his is the gentlest of manly minds!

Mr

When we broke up, he handed my cousin Reeves into her coach. He handed me. Reeves said, We see you again, Sir Charles, in the morning? He bowed. At handing me in, he sighed-He pressed my hand-I think he did-That was all-He saluted nobody. He will not meet his Clementina as he parted with

us.

But, I doubt not, Dr Bartlett was in the secret.

He was. He has just been here. He found my eyes swelled. I had had no rest; yet knew not, till seven o'clock, that he was gone.

It was very good of the Doctor to come: his visit soothed me: yet he took no notice of my red eyes. Nay, for that matter, Mrs Reeves's eyes were swelled, as well as mine. Angel of a man! how is he beloved!

The Doctor says, that his sisters, their lords, Lord W- are in as much grief as if he were

departed for ever-And who knows-But I will not torment myself with supposing the worst: I will endeavour to bear in mind what he said yesterday morning to us, no doubt for an instruction, that he would have joy.

And did he then think that I should be so much grieved as to want such an instruction? -And, therefore, did he vouchsafe to give it? But, vanity, be quiet-Lie down, hopeHopelessness, take place!-Clementina shall be his. He shall be hers.

Yet, his emotion, Lucy, at mentioning Lady D's visit-Oh! but that was only owing to his humanity. He saw my emotion; and acknowledged the tenderest friendship for me! Ought I not to be satisfied with that? I am. I will be satisfied. Does he not love me with the love of mind? The poor Olivia has not this to comfort herself with. The poor Olivia! if I see her sad and afflicted, how I shall pity her! All her expectations frustrated; the expectations that engaged her to combat difficulties, to travel, to cross many waters, and to come to England-to come just time enough to take leave of him; he hastening on the wings of love and compassion to a dearer, a deservedly dearer object, in the country she had quitted, on purpose to visit him in his-Is not hers a more grievous situation than mine?—It is. Why, then, do I lament?

But here, Lucy, let me in confidence hint, what I have gathered from several intimations from Dr Bartlett, though as tenderly made by him as possible, that had Sir Charles Grandison been a man capable of taking advantage of the violence of a lady's passion for him, the unhappy Olivia would not have scrupled, great, haughty, and noble as she is, by birth and fortune, to have been his without conditions, if she could not have been so with: The Italian world is of this opinion, at least. Had Sir Charles been a Rinaldo, Olivia had been an Armida.

O that I could hope, for the honour of the sex, and of the lady, who is so fine a woman, that the Italian world is mistaken!—I will presume that it is.

My good Dr Bartlett, will you allow me to accuse you of a virtue too rigorous? That is sometimes the fault of very good people. You own that Sir Charles has not, even to you, revealed a secret so disgraceful to her. You own, that he has only blamed her for having too little regard for her reputation, and for the violence of her temper: yet how patiently, for one of such a temper, has she taken his departure, almost on the day of her arrival! He could not have given her an opportunity to indicate to him a concession so criminal: she could not, if he had, have made the overture. Wicked, wicked world! I will not believe you! And the less credit shall you have with me, Italian world, as I have seen the lady. The innocent heart

will be a charitable one. Lady Olivia is only too intrepid. Prosperity, as Sir Charles observed, has been a snare to her, and set her above a proper regard to her reputation.—Merciless world! I do not love you. Dear Dr Bartlett, you are not yet absolutely perfect! These hints of yours against Olivia, gathered from the malevolence of the envious, are proofs (the first, indeed, that I have met with) of your imperfection!

Excuse me, Lucy: how have I run on! Disappointment has mortified me, and made me good-natured.-I will welcome adversity, if it enlarge my charity.

The Doctor tells me, that Emily, with her half-broken heart, will be here presently. If I can be of comfort to her-But I want it my self, from the same cause. We shall only weep over each other.

As I told you, the Doctor, and the Doctor only, knew of his setting out so early. He took leave of him. Happy Dr Bartlett !-Yet I see, by his eyes, that this parting cost him some paternal tears.

Never father better loved a son, than this good man loves Sir Charles Grandison.

Sir Charles, it seems, had settled all his affairs three days before. His servants were appointed. Richard Saunders is one of the three he has taken with him. Happy servants! to be every day in the presence of such a master.

The Doctor tells me, that he had last week presented the elder Mr Oldham with a pair of colours, which he had purchased for him. Nobody had heard of this.

Lord W, he says, is preparing for Windsor; Mr Beauchamp for Hampshire, for a few days; and then he returns to attend the commands of the noble Italians.

Lady Olivia will soon have her equipage ready.

She will make a great appearance.-But Sir CHARLES GRANDISON will not be with her. What is grandeur to a disturbed heart?

The Earl of G-, and Lady Gertrude, are setting out for Hertfordshire. Lord and Lady L-talk of retiring, for a few weeks, to Colnebrook the Doctor is preparing for Grandison-Hall; your poor Harriet for Northamptonshire-Bless me, my dear, what a dispersion!-But Lord W- -'s nuptials will collect some of them together at Windsor.

EMILY, the dear weeping girl! is just come. She is with my cousin. She expects my permission for coming up to me. Imagine us weeping over each other; praying for, blessing the guardian of us both. Your imagination cannot form a scene too tender.

Adieu, my Lucy.

LETTER CXXXIX.

MISS BYRON.

[In continuation.]

Sunday, April 1

O WHAT a blank, my dear!-But I need t say what I was going to say. Poor Emily!— But to mention her grief, is to paint my own.

Lord W- went to Windsor yesterday. A very odd behaviour of Lady Olivia. Mr Beauchamp went yesterday, and offered to attend her to any of the public places, at her pleasure; in pursuance of Sir Charles's reference to him, to do all in his power to make England agreeable to her: and she thought fit to tell him, before her aunt, that she thanked him for his civility; but she should not trouble him during her stay in England. She had gentlemen in her train; and one of them had been in England before

He left her in disgust. Lady L

making her a visit in the evening, she told her of Mr Beauchamp's offer, and of her answer. The gentleman, said she, is a polite and very agreeable man; and this made me treat his kind offer with abruptness: for I can hardly doubt your brother's view in it. I scorn his view: and, if I were sure of it, perhaps I should find a way to make him repent of the indignity. Lady L- was sure, she said, that neither her brother, nor Mr Beauchamp, had any other views than to make England as agreeable to her as possible.

Be this as it may, madam, said she, I have no service for Mr Beauchamp: but if your ladyship, your sister, and your two lords, will allow me to cultivate your friendship, you will do me honour. Dr Bartlett's company will be very agreeable to me likewise, as often as he will give it me. To Miss Jervois I lay some little claim. I would have had her for my companion in Italy; but your cruel brother-No more, however, of him. Your English beauty, too, I admire her: but, poor young creature, I admire her the more, because I can pity her. I should think myself very happy to be better acquainted with her.

Lady L made her a very polite answer for herself and her sister, and their lords. But told her, that I was very soon to set out for my own abode in Northamptonshire; and that Dr Bartlett had some commissions, which would oblige him, in a day or two, to go to Sir Charles's seat in the country. She herself offered to attend her to Windsor, and to every other place, at her command.

LADY L took notice of her wrist being

bound round with a broad black ribbon, and asked, If it were hurt? A kind of sprain, said she. But you little imagine how it came; and must not ask.

This made Lady L curious. And Olivia requesting that Emily might be allowed to breakfast with her as this morning; she has bid the dear girl endeavour to know how it came, if it fell in her way: for Olivia reddened, and looked up, with a kind of consciousness, to Lady L, when she told her that she must not ask questions about it.

Lady G― is very earnest with me to give into the town diversions for a month to come; but I have now no desire in my heart so strong, as to return to all my dear Northamptonshire friends.

I am only afraid of my uncle. He will rally his Harriet; yet only, I know, in hopes to divert her, and us all: but my jesting days are over: my situation will not bear it. Yet, if it will divert him, let him rally.

I shall be so much importuned to stay longer than I ought, or will stay, that I may as well fix a peremptory day at once. Will you, my everindulgent friends, allow me to set out for SelbyHouse on Friday next? Not on a Sunday, as Lady Betty Williams advises, for fear of the odious waggons. But I have been in a different school. Sir Charles Grandison, I find, makes it a tacit rule with him, never to begin a journey on a Sunday; nor, except when in pursuit of works of mercy or necessity, to travel in time of divine service. And this rule he observed last Sunday, though he reached us here in the evening. O my grandmamma! How much is he, what you all are, and ever have been!-But he is now pursuing a work of mercy. God succeed to him the end of his pursuit!

But why tacit? you will ask. Is Sir Charles Grandison ashamed to make an open appearance in behalf of his Christian duties? He is not. For instance; I have never seen him sit down at his own table, in the absence of Dr Bartlett, or some other clergyman, but he himself says grace; and that with such an easy dignity as commands every one's reverence; and which is succeeded by a cheerfulness that looks as if he were the better pleased for having shewn a thankful heart.

Dr Bartlett has also told me, that he begins and ends every day either in his chamber or in his study, in a manner worthy of one who is in earnest in his Christian profession. But he never frights gay company with grave maxims. I remember one day Mr Grandison asked him, in his absurd way, Why he did not preach to his company now and then? Faith, Sir Charles, said he, if you did, you would reform many a poor ignorant sinner of us, since you could do it with more weight, and more certainty of attention, than any parson in Christendom.

It would be an affront, said Sir Charles to
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the understanding, as well as education, of a man who took rank above a peasant, in such a country as this, to seem to question whether he knew his general duties, or not, and the necessity of practising what he knew of them. If he should be at a loss, he may once a-week be reminded, and his heart kept warm. Let you and me, cousin Everard, shew our conviction by our practice, and not invade the clergyman's province.

I remember that Mr Grandison shewed his conviction by his blushes, and by repeating the three little words, You and me ! Sir Charles.

Sunday Evening.

O My dear friends! I have a strange, a shocking piece of intelligence to give you! Emily has just been with me in tears; she begged to speak with me in private. When we were alone, she threw her arms about my neck. Ah, madam! said she, I am come to tell you that there is a person in the world that I hate, and must and will hate, as long as I live. It is Lady Olivia. Take me down with you into Northamptonshire, and let me never see her more!

I was surprised.

O madam! I have found out that she would, on Thursday last, have killed my guardian. I was astonished, Lucy.

They retired together, you know, madam; my guardian came from her, his face in a glow, and he sent in his sister to her, and went not in himself till afterwards. She would have had him put off his journey. She was enraged because he would not; and they were high together, and, at last, she pulled out of her stays, in fury, a poniard, and vowed to plunge it into his heart. He should never, she said, see his Clementina more. He went to her. Her heart failed her; well it might, you know, madam. He seized her hand-He took it from her. She struggled, and, in struggling, her wrist was hurt; that's the meaning of the broad black ribbon! Wicked creature! to have such a thought in her heart! He only said, when he had got it from her, Unhappy, violent woman! I return not this instrument of mischief! You will have no use for it in England. And would not let her have it again.

I shuddered. O my dear! said I, he has been a sufferer, we are told, by good women; but this is not a good woman. But can it be true? Who informed you of it?

Lady Maffei herself. She thought that Sir Charles must have spoken of it; and when she found he had not, she was sorry she had, and begged I would not tell anybody; but I could not keep it from you. And she says, that Lady Olivia is grieved on the remembrance of it, and arraigns herself and her wicked passion; and the more, for his noble forgiveness of her on the

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spot, and recommending her afterwards to the civilities of his sisters, and their lords. But I hate her, for all that.

Poor unhappy Olivia! said I. But what, my Emily, are we women, who should be the meekest and tenderest of the whole animal creation, when we give way to passion! But if she is so penitent, let not the shocking attempt be known to his sisters, or their lords. I may take the liberty of mentioning it, in strict confidence, [observe that, Lucy, to those from whom I keep not any secret, but let it not be divulged to any of the relations of Sir Charles. Their detestation of her, which must follow, would not be concealed; and the unhappy creature, made desperate, might-Who knows what she might do?

The dear girl ran on upon what might have been the consequence, and what a loss the world would have had, if the horrid fact had been perpetrated. Lady Maffei told her, however, that had not her heart relented, she might have done him mischief, for he was too rash in approaching her. She fell down on her knees to him, as soon as he had wrested the poniard from her. I forgive and pity you, madam, said he, with an air that had, as Olivia and her aunt have recollected since, both majesty and compassion in it; but, against her entreaty, he would withdraw, yet, at her request, sent in Lady L-to her; and, going into his study, told not even Dr Bartlett of it, though he went to him there immediately.

From the consciousness of this violence, perhaps, the lady was more temperate afterwards, even to the very time of his departure.

LORD bless me, what shall I do? Lady Dhas sent a card to let me know that she will wait upon Mrs Reeves and me to-morrow to breakfast. She comes, no doubt, to tell me, that Sir Charles having no thoughts of Harriet Byron, Lord Dmay have hopes of succeeding with her, and perhaps her ladyship will plead Sir Charles's recommendation and interest in Lord D's favour. But should this plea be made, good Heaven, give me patience! I am afraid I shall be uncivil to this excellent woman.

moment still more, as we were at breakfast. Her looks, I thought, had such a particular kindness and meaning in them, as seemed to express, "You have no hopes, Miss Byron, anywhere else, and I will have you to be mine."

But my suspense was over the moment the tea-table was removed. I see your confusion, my dear, said the Countess; [Mrs Reeves, you must not leave us; and I have sat in pain for you, as I saw it increase. By this I know, that Sir Charles Grandison has been as good as his word. Indeed, I doubted not but he would. I don't wonder, my dear, that you love him. He is the finest man in his manners, as well as person, that I ever saw. A woman of virtue and honour cannot but love him. But I need not praise him to you, nor to you neither, Mrs Reeves, I see that. Now you must know, proceeded she, that there is an alliance proposed for my son, of which I think very well, but still should have thought better, had I never seen you, my dear. I have talked to my lord about it; you know I am very desirous to have him married. His answer was, I never can think of any proposal of this nature, while I have any hope that I can make myself acceptable to Miss Byron.

What think you, my lord, said I, if I should directly apply to Sir Charles Grandison to know his intentions, and whether he has any hopes of obtaining her favour? He is said to be the most unreserved of men. He knows our characters to be as unexceptionable as his own, and that our alliance cannot be thought a discredit to the first family in the kingdom. It is a free question, I own, as I am unacquainted with him by person; but he is such a man, that, methinks, I can take pleasure in addressing myself to him on any subject.

My lord smiled at the freedom of my motion; but not disapproving it, I directly went to Sir Charles, and, after due compliments, told him my business.

The Countess stopped. She is very penetrating. She looked at us both.

Well, madam, said my cousin, with an air of curiosity, pray, your ladyship

I could not speak for very impatience.

I never heard in my life, said the Countess, such a fine character of any mortal, as he gave you. He told me of his engagements to go abroad as the very next day. He highly extolled the lady for whose sake principally he was obliged to go abroad; and he spoke as highly of a brother of hers, whom he loved as if he were his own brother, and mentioned very affectionately the young lady's whole family.

"God only knows," said he, "what may be my destiny!-As generosity, as justice, or rather as Providence leads, I will follow."

After he had generously opened his heart, proceeded the Countess, I asked him if he had any hope, should the foreign lady recover her health, of her being his?

"I can promise myself nothing," said he. "I