With your leave, or whether he would return to dinner, or not. Very pretty doings, Harriet ! Lord and Lady L- came to dinner, however. I thought they were very kind, and till they opened their lips, was going to thank them: for then, it was all elder sister, and insolent brother-in-law, I do assure you. Upon my word, Harriet, they took upon them. Lady L- told me, I might be the happiest creature in the world, if -and there was so good as to stop.

One of the happiest, only, Lady L-! Who can be happier than you?

But I, said she, should neither be so, nor deserve to be so, if—Good of her again to stop at if.

We cannot be all of one mind, replied I. I shall be wiser, in time.

Where was poor Lord G

gone?

Poor Lord G is gone to seek his fortune, I believe.

What did I mean?

I told them the airs he had given himself, and that he was gone without leave, or notice of

return.

He had served me right, ab-solutely right, Lord L said.

I believed so myself. Lord G was a very good sort of man, and ought not to bear with me so much as he had done; but it would be kind in them not to tell him what I had owned.

The Earl lifted up one hand, the Countess both. They had not come to dine with me, they said, after the answer I had returned, but as they were afraid something was wrong between

us.

Mediators are not to be of one side only, I said; and as they had been so kindly free in blaming me, I hoped they would be as free with him, when they saw him.

And then it was, For God's sake, Charlotte; and, Let me entreat you, Lady G. And let me, too, beseech you, madam, said Emily, with tears stealing down her cheeks.

You are both very good; you are a sweet girl, Emily. I have a too playful heart. It will give me some pain, and some pleasure; but if I had not more pleasure than pain from my play, I should not be so silly.

My lord not coming in, and the dinner being ready, I ordered it to be served. Won't you wait a little longer for Lord G? No. I hope he is safe, and well. He is his own master, as well as mine; (I sighed, I believe !) and, no doubt, has a paramount pleasure in pursuing his own choice.

They raved. I begged that they would let us eat our dinner with comfort. My lord, I hoped, would come in with a keen appetite, and Nelthorpe should get a supper for him that he

liked.

When we had dined, and retired into the adjoining drawing-room, I had another schooling

bout Emily was even saucy. But I took it all; yet, in my heart, was vexed at Lord G———'s perverseness.

At last, in came the honest man. He does not read this, and so cannot take exceptions, and I hope you will not, at the word honest.

So lordly! so stiff! so solemn !-Upon my word!-Had it not been Sunday, I would have gone to my harpsichord directly. He bowed to Lord and Lady L, and to Emily, very obligingly; to me he nodded.-I nodded again; but, like a good-natured fool, smiled. He stalked to the chimney, turned his back towards it, buttoned up his mouth, held up his glowing face, as if he were disposed to crow, yet had not won the battle.-One hand in his bosom, the other under the skirt of his waistcoat, and his posture firmer than his mind. Yet was my heart so devoid of malice, that I thought his attitude very genteel; and, had we not been man and wife, agreeable.

We hoped to have found your lordship at home, said Lord L- or we should not have dined here.

If Lord G- is as polite a husband as a man, said I, he will not thank your lordship for this compliment to his wife.

Lord G- swelled, and reared himself up. His complexion, which before was in a glow, was heightened.

Poor man! thought I.-But why should my tender heart pity obstinate people? Yet I could not help being dutiful-Have you dined, my lord? said I, with a sweet smile, and very

courteous.

He stalked to the window, and never a word answered he.

Pray, Lady L-, be so good as to ask my Lord G. if he has dined? Was not this very condescending, on such a behaviour? Lady L - asked him, and as gently-voiced as if she were asking the same question of her own lord. Lady L- —is a kind-hearted soul, Harriet. She is my sister.

I have not, madam, to Lady L- turning rudely from me, and, not very civilly, from her. Ah! thought I, these men! The more they are courted-Wretches! to find their consequence in a woman's meekness-Yet, I could not forbear shewing mine.-Nature, Harriet! Who can resist constitution?

What stiff airs are these! approaching him. -I do assure you, my lord, I shall not take this behaviour well; and put my hand on his arm.

I was served right. Would you believe it? The man shook off my condescending hand, by raising his elbow scornfully. He really did!

Nay, then!-I left him, and retired to my former seat. I was vexed that it was Sunday ; I wanted a little harmony.

Lord and Lady L- both blamed me, by their looks; and my lady took my hand, and was leading me towards him. I shewed a little

reluctance; and, would you have thought it? out of the drawing-room whipped my nimble lord, as if on purpose to avoid being moved by my concession.

I took my place again.

I beg of you, Charlotte, said Lady Lto my lord. You have used him ill.

, go

When I think so, I will follow your advice, Lady L

And don't you think so, Lady G———— ? said Lord L

What! for taking my own option how I would be dressed to-day?-What! for deferringThat moment in came my bluff lord-Have I not, proceeded I, been forced to dine without him to-day? Did he let me know what account I could give of his absence? Or when he would return?-And see, now, how angry he looks!

He traversed the room-I went on-Did he not shake off my hand, when I laid it, smiling, on his arm? Would he answer me a question, which I kindly put to him, fearing he had not dined, and might be sick for want of eating? Was I not forced to apply to Lady L for an answer to my careful question, on his scornfully turning from me in silence?—Might we not, if he had not gone out so abruptly, nobody knows where, have made the appearance his heart is so set upon ?-But now, indeed, it is too late.

Oons, madam! said he, and he kimboed his arms, and strutted up to me. Now for a cuff, thought I. I was half afraid of it; but out of the room again capered he.

Lord bless me, said I, what a passionate creature is this!

Lord and Lady L—— both turned from me with indignation. But no wonder if one, that they both did. They are a silly pair; and I believe have agreed to keep each other in countenance in all they do.

But Emily affected me. She sat before me in one corner of the room weeping; and just then ran to me, and wrapping her arms about me, Dear, dear Lady G-, said she, for Heaven's sake, think of what our Miss Byron said; "Don't jest away your own happiness." I don't say who is in fault; but, my dear lady, do you condescend. It looks pretty in a woman to condescend. Forgive me; I will run to my lord, and I will beg of him

Away she ran, without waiting for an answer—and, bringing in the passionate wretch, hanging on his arm-You must not, my lord, indeed you must not be so passionate. Why, my lord, you frightened me; indeed you did. Such a word I never heard from your lordship's mouth

Ah, my lord, said I, you give yourself pretty airs! don't you? and use pretty words, that a child shall be terrified at them! But come, come, ask my pardon, for leaving me to dine without you.

Was not that tender ?-Yet out went Lord

and Lady L. To be sure they did right, if they withdrew, in hopes these kind words would have been received as reconciliatory ones, and not in displeasure with me, as I am half afraid they did; for their good-nature (worthy souls!) does sometimes lead them into misapprehensions. I kindly laid my hand on his arm again.-He was ungracious.-Nay, my lord, don't once more reject me with disdain-If you do—I then smiled most courteously. Carry not your absurdities, my lord, too far; and I took his hand : [There, Harriet, was condescension !—I protest, sir, if you give yourself any more of these airs, you will not find me so condescending. Come, come, tell me you are sorry, and I will forgive you.

Sorry! madam; sorry!-I am indeed sorry for your provoking airs!

Why, that's not ill said-But kimboed arms, my lord! Are you not sorry for such an air? And Oons are you not sorry for such a word? and for such looks too? and for quarrelling with your dinner?-I protest, my lord, you make one of us look like a child who flings away his bread and butter because it has not glass windows upon it.

Not for one moment forbear, madam !

Pr'ythee, pr'ythee-[I profess I had like to have said honest friend-No more of these airs; and, I tell you, I will forgive you.

But, madam, I cannot, I will not

Hush, hush; no more in that strain, and so loud, as if we had lost each other in a wood. If you will let us be friends, say so—In an instant -If not, I am gone-gone this moment-casting off from him, as I may say, intending to mount up stairs.

Angel, or demon, shall I call you? said he.— Yet I receive your hand, as offered. But, for God's sake, madam, let us be happy! And he kissed my hand, but not so cordially as it became him to do; and in came Lord and Lady L, with countenances a little ungracious.

I took my seat next my own man, with an air of officiousness, hoping to oblige him by it. He was obliged; and another day, not yet quite agreed upon, this parade is to be made.

And thus began, proceeded, and ended, this doughty quarrel. And who knows but, before the day is absolutely resolved upon, we may have half a score more? Four, five, six days, as it may happen, is a great space of time for people to agree, who are so much together, and one of whom is playful, and the other will not be played with. But these kimbo and oons airs, Harriet, stick a little in my stomach; and the man seems not to be quite come to neither. He is sullen and gloomy, and don't prate away as he used to do, when we have made up before.

But I will sing him a song to-morrow; I will please the honest man, if I can. But he really

should not have had for a wife a woman of so sweet a temper as your

CHARLOTTE G——.

LETTER CLIII.

LADY G TO MISS BYRON.

Monday, May 8. My lord and I have had another little-tiff, shall I call it? It came not up to a quarrel. Married people would have enough to do, if they were to trouble their friends every time they misunderstood one another. And now a word or two of other people; not always scribbling of ourselves.

We have just heard, that our cousin Everard has added another fool of our sex to the number of the weak ones who disgrace it; a sorry fellow! He has been seen with her, by one whom he would not know, at Cuper's Gardens, dressed like a sea-officer, and skulking like a thief into the privatest walks of the place. When he is tired of the poor wretch, he will want to accommodate with us by promises of penitence and reformation, as once or twice before. Rakes are not only odious, but they are despicable creatures. You will the more clearly see this, when I assure you, from those who know, that this silly creature, our cousin, is looked upon, among his brother libertines and smarts, as a man of first consideration!

He has also been seen, in a gayer habit, at a certain gaming-table, near Covent-Garden, where he did not content himself with being an idle spectator. Colonel Winwood, our informant, shook his head, but made no other answer to some of our inquiries. May he suffer! say I.A sorry fellow!

as

Preparations are going on, all so fast, at Windsor. We are all invited. God grant that Miss Mansfield may be as happy as Lady Wwe all conclude she will be! But I never was fond of matches between sober young women and battered old rakes. Much good may do the adventurers, drawn in by gewgaw and title! Poor things!-But convenience, when that's the motive, whatever foolish girls think, will hold out its comforts, while a gratified love quickly evaporates.

Beauchamp, who is acquainted with the Mansfields, is intrusted by my brother, in his absence, with the management of the law-affairs. He hopes, he says, to give a good account of them. The base steward of the uncle Calvert, who lived as a husband with the woman who had been forced upon his superannuated master in a doting fit, has been brought, by the death of one of the children born in Mr Calvert's lifetime, and by the precarious health of the posthumous one, to make overtures of accommodation. A new hearing of the cause between them and the Keelings, is granted, and great things are expected from it in their favour, from some new lights thrown in upon that suit. The Keelings

are frightened out of their wits, it seems, and are applying to Sir John Lambton, a disinterested neighbour, to offer himself as a mediator between them. The Mansfields will so soon be related to us, that I make no apology for interesting you in their affairs.

Be sure you chide me for my whimsical behaviour to Lord G. I know you will. But don't blame my heart; my head only is wrong.

A LITTLE more, from fresh informations, of this sorry varlet Everard. I wished him to suffer, but I wished him not to be so very great a sufferer as it seems he is. Sharpers have bit his head off, quite close to his shoulders; they have not left it him to carry under his arm, as the honest patron of France did his. They lend it him, however, now and then, to repent with, and curse himself. The creature he attended to Cuper's Gardens, instead of a country innocent, as he expected her to be, comes out to be a cast mistress, experienced in all the arts of such, and acting under the secret influences of a man of quality, who, wanting to get rid of her, supports her in a prosecution commenced against him (poor devil!) for performance of covenants. He is extremely mortified, on finding my brother gone abroad, he intends to apply to him for his pity and help. Sorry wretch! He boasted to us, on our expectation of our brother's arrival from abroad, that he would enter his cousin Charles into the ways of the town. Now he wants to avail himself against the practices of the sons of that town, by his cousin's character and consequence.

A combination of sharpers, it seems, had long set him as a man of fortune; but, on his taking refuge with my brother, gave over for a time their designs upon him, till he threw himself again in their way.

The worthless fellow had been often liberal of his promises of marriage to young creatures of more innocence than this, and thinks it very hard that he should be prosecuted for a crime which he had so frequently committed with impunity. Can you pity him? I cannot, I assure you. The man who can betray and ruin an innocent woman who loves him, ought to be abhorred by men. Would he scruple to betray and ruin them, if he were not afraid of the law? Yet there are women who can forgive such wretches, and herd with them.

My aunt Eleanor is arrived; a good, plump, bonny-faced old virgin. She has chosen her apartment. At present we are most prodigiously civil to each other; but already I suspect she likes Lord G― better than I would have her. She will, perhaps, if a party should be formed against your poor Charlotte, make one of it.

Will you think it time thrown away, to read a farther account of what is come to hand about the wretches who lately, in the double sense of

the word, were overtaken between St Denis and Faris?

Sir Hargrave Pollexfen, it seems, still keeps his chamber; he is thought not to be out of danger from some inward hurt, which often makes him bring up blood in quantities. He is miserably oppressed by lowness of spirits; and when he is a little better in that respect, his impatience makes his friends apprehensive for his head. But has he intellects strong enough to give apprehensions of that nature? Fool and madman we often join as terms of reproach; but I believe fools seldom run really mad.

Merceda is in a still more dangerous way. Besides his bruises, and a fractured skull, he has, it seems, a wound in his thigh, which, in the delirium he was thrown into by the fracture, was not duly attended to; and which, but for his valiant struggles against the knife which gave the wound, was designed for a still greater mischief. His recovery is despaired of, and the poor wretch is continually offering up vows of penitence and reformation, if his life may be spared.

Bagenhall was the person who had seduced, by promises of marriage, and fled for it, the manufacturer's daughter of Abbeville. He was overtaken by his pursuers at Douay. The incensed father, and friends of the young woman, would not otherwise be pacified than by his performing his promise; which, with infinite reluctance, he complied with, principally through the threats of the brother, who is noted for his fierceness and resolution, and who once made the sorry creature feel an argument which greatly terrified him. Bagenhall is at present at Abbeville, living as well as he can with his new wife, cursing his fate, no doubt, in secret. He is obliged to appear fond of her before her brother and father; the latter also being a sour man, a Gascon, always boasting of his family, and valuing himself upon a De, affixed by himself to his name, and jealous of any indignity offered to it. The fierce brother is resolved to accompany his sister to England, when Bagenhall goes thither, in order, as he declares, to secure to her good usage, and see her owned and visited by all Bagenhall's friends and relations. And thus much of these fine gentlemen.

How different a man is Beauchamp! But it is injuring him, to think of those wretches and him at the same time. He certainly has an eye to Emily, but behaves with great prudence towards her; yet everybody but she sees his regard for her: nobody but her guardian runs in her head; and the more, as she really thinks it is a glory to love him, because of his goodness. Everybody, she says, has the same admiration of him, that she has.

Mrs Reeves desires me to acquaint you, that Miss Clements, having, by the death of her mother and aunt, come into a pretty fortune, is addressed to by a Yorkshire gentleman of easy

VOL. VIII.

circumstances, and is preparing to leave the town, having other connections in that county; but that she intends to write to you before she goes, and to beg you to favour her now and then with a letter.

I think Miss Clements is a good sort of young woman; but I imagined she would have been one of those nuns at large, who need not make vows of living and dying Aunt Eleanors, or Lady Gertrudes; all three of them good honest souls! chaste, pious, and plain. It is a charming situation, when a woman is arrived at such a height of perfection, as to be above giving or receiving temptation. Sweet innocents! They have my reverence, if not my love. How would they be affronted, if I were to say pity!-I think only of my two good aunts at the present writing. Miss Clements, you know, is a youngish woman; and I respect her much. One would not jest upon the unsightliness of person, or plainness of feature; but think you she will not be one of those, who twenty years hence may put in her boast of her quondam beauty?

How I run on! I think I ought to be ashamed of myself.

Very true, Charlotte."

And so it is, Harriet. I have done-Adieu! -Lord G will be silly again, I doubt; but I am prepared. I wish he had half my patience.

"Be quiet, Lord G! What a fool you are!"-The man, my dear, under pretence of being friends, run his sharp nose in my eye. No bearing his fondness; It is worse than insolence. How my eye waters!-I can tell him-But I will tell him, and not you.-Adieu, once more. CHARLOTTE G

LETTER CLIV.

MR LOWTHER TO JOHN ARNOLD, ESQ. (His brother-in-law) in London.

Bologna, May 5-16.

I WILL now, my dear brother, give you a circumstantial account of our short, but flying journey. The 20th of April, O. S. early in the morning, we left Paris, and reached Lyons the 24th, at night.

Resting but a few hours, we set out for Pont Beauvoisin, where we arrived the following evening. There we bid adieu to France, and found ourselves in Savoy, equally noted for its poverty and rocky mountains. Indeed it was a total change of the scene. We had left behind us a blooming spring, which enlivened with its verdure the trees and hedges on the road we passed, and the meadows already smiled with flowers. The cheerful inhabitants were busy in adjusting their limits, lopping their trees, pruning their vines, tilling their fields; but when we en2 F

tered Savoy, nature wore a very different face; and I must own, that my spirits were great sufferers by the change. Here we began to view on the nearer mountains, covered with ice and snow, notwithstanding the advanced season, the rigid winter in frozen majesty, still preserving its domains; and arriving at St Jean Maurienne the night of the 26th, the snow seemed as if it would dispute with us our passage; and horrible was the force of the boisterous winds, which set full in our faces.

Overpowered by the fatigues I had undergone in the expedition we had made, the unseasonable coldness of the weather, and the sight of one of the worst countries under heaven, still clothed in snow, and deformed by continual hurricanes; I was here taken ill. Sir Charles was greatly concerned for my indisposition, which was increased by a great lowness of spirits. He attended upon me in person; and never had a man a more kind and indulgent friend. Here we staid two days; and then, my illness being principally owing to fatigue, I found myself enabled to proceed. At two of the clock in the morning of the 28th, we prosecuted our journey, in palpable darkness, and dismal weather, though the winds were somewhat laid, and reaching the foot of Mount Cenis by break of day, arrived at Lanebourg, a poor little village, so environed by high mountains, that for three months in the twelve, it is hardly visited by the cheering rays of the sun. Every object which here presents itself is excessively miserable. The people are generally of an olive complexion, with wens under their chins; some so monstrous, especially women, as quite disfigure them.

Here it is usual to unscrew and take in pieces the chaises, in order to carry them on mules over the mountain; and to put them together on the other side: For the Savoy side of the mountain is much more difficult to pass than the other. But Sir Charles chose not to lose time; and therefore left the chaise to the care of the inn-keeper; proceeding, with all expedition, to gain the top of the hill.

The way we were carried, was as follows:A kind of horse, as it is called with you, with two poles like those of chairmen, was the vehicle; on which is secured a sort of elbow chair, in which the traveller sits. A man before, another behind, carry this open machine with so much swiftness, that they are continually running and skipping, like wild goats, from rock to rock, the four miles of that ascent. If a traveller were not prepossessed that these mountaineers are the surest-footed carriers in the universe, he would be in continual apprehensions of being overturned. I, who never undertook this journey before, must own that I could not be so fearless on this occasion as Sir Charles was, though he had very exactly described to me how everything would be. Then, though the sky was clear when we passed this mountain, yet

the cold wind blew quantities of frozen snow in our faces; insomuch, that it seemed to be just as if people were employed, all the time we were passing, to wound us with the sharpest needles. They indeed call the wind that brings this sharp-pointed snow, The Tormenta.

An adventure, which anywhere else might have appeared ridiculous, I was afraid would have proved fatal to one of our chairmen, as I may call them. I had flapt down my hat to screen my eyes from the fury of that deluge of sharp-pointed frozen snow; and it was blown off my head, by a sudden gust, down the precipices: I gave it for lost, and was about to bind a handkerchief over the woollen-cap, which those people provide to tie under the chin; when one of the assisting carriers (for they are always six in number to every chair, in order to relieve one another) undertook to recover it. I thought it impossible to be done; the passage being, as I imagined, only practicable for birds: however, I promised him a crown reward, if he did. Never could the leaps of the most dexterous of ropedancers be compared to those of this daring fellow: I saw him sometimes jumping from rock to rock, sometimes rolling down a declivity of snow like a ninepin, sometimes running, sometimes hopping, skipping; in short, he descended like lightning to the verge of a torrent, where he found the hat. He came up almost as quick, and appeared as little fatigued as if he had never left us.

We arrived at the top in two hours, from Lanebourg; and the sun was pretty high above the horizon. Out of a hut, half-buried in snow, came some mountaineers, with two poor sledges drawn by mules, to carry us through the Plain of Mount Cenis, as it is called, which is about four Italian miles in length, to the descent of the Italian side of the mountain. These sledges are not much different from the chairs, or sedans, or horse we then quitted; only the two under poles are flat, and not so long as the others, and turning up a little at the end, to hinder them from sticking fast in the snow. To the fore-ends of the poles are fixed two round sticks, about two feet and a half long, which serve for a support and help to the man who guides the mule, who, running on the snow between the mule and the sledge, holds the sticks with each hand.

It was diverting to see the two sledgemen striving to out-run each other.

Encouraged by Sir Charles's generosity, we very soon arrived at the other end of the plain. The man who walked, or rather ran between the sledge and the mule, made a continual noise; hallooing and beating the stubborn beast with his fists, which otherwise would be very slow in its motion.

At the end of this plain we found such another hut as that on the Lanebourg side. Here they took off the smoking mules from the sledges, to give them rest.