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Is it possible? said every one.

Let me die, said the Baronet, with a forced laugh, if I am not ready to think that Mr Greville has run into the fault of people of less genius than himself. He has got such a taste for foreign performers, that he cannot think tolerably of those of his own country, be they ever so excellent.

Handel, Sir Hargrave, is not an Englishman; but I must say, that of every person present, I least expected from Sir Hargrave Pollexfen this observation.

[He then returned the Baronet's laugh, and not without an air of mingled anger and contempt.

Nor I this taste for foreign performances and compositions from Mr Greville; for so long time as thou hast been a downright country gentle


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joker. You are a man of wit-[This a little softened Mr Greville, who had begun to look grave upon Sir Hargrave]-Come, pr'ythee, man, give thyself up to me for this night; and I will carry thee to a private concert, where none but choice spirits are admitted; and let us see if music will not divert these gloomy airs, that sit so ill upon the face of one of the liveliest men in the kingdom.

Music! Ay, if Miss Byron will give us a song, and accompany it with the harpsichord, I will despise all other harmony.

Every one joined in his request; and I was not backward to oblige them, as I thought the conversation bore a little too rough a cast, and was not likely to take a smoother turn.

Mr Greville, who always enjoys any jest that tends to reflect on our sex, begged me to sing that whimsical song set by Galliard, which once my uncle made me sing at Selby-House, in Mr Greville's hearing. You were not there, Lucy, that day, and perhaps may not have the book, as Galliard is not a favourite with you.

CHLOE, by all the pow'rs above,
To Damon vow'd eternal love:
A rose adorn'd her sweeter breast;
She on a leaf the vow imprest:
But Zephyr, by her side at play,
Love, vow, and leaf, blew quite away.

The gentlemen were very lively on the occasion, and encored it; but I told them, that as they must be better pleased with the jest on our sex contained in it, than they could with the music, I would not, for the sake of their own politeness, oblige them.

You will favour us, however, with your Discreet Lover, Miss Byron, said Mr Greville. That is a song written entirely upon your own principles.

Well, then, I will give you, said I, set by the same hand,


YE fair, that would be blest in love, Take your pride a little lower; Let the swain whom you approve, Rather like you, than adore.

Love, that rises into passion,

Soon will end in hate or strife: But from tender inclination

Flow the lasting joys of life.

These two light pieces put the gentleman into good humour; and a deal of silly stuff was said to me, by way of compliment, on the occasion, by Sir Hargrave and Mr Greville; not one word of which I believed.

The Baronet went away first, to go to his concert. He was very cold in his behaviour

to me at taking leave, as he had been all the time.

Mr Greville soon after left us, intending to set out this morning.

He snatched my hand at going. I was afraid of a second savage freedom, and would have withdrawn it.-Only one sigh over it; but one sigh. Oh! said he, an Oh, half a yard long -and pressed it with his lips-But remember, madam, you are watched: I have half-a-dozen spies upon you; and the moment you find the man you can favour, up comes your Greville, cuts a throat, and flies his country.

He stopt at the parlour-door-One letter, Miss Byron-Receive but one letter from me. No, Mr Greville; but I wish you well. Wishes! that, like a bishop's blessing, cost you nothing. I was going to say, No, for you; but you were too quick. It had been some pleasure to have denied myself, and prevented the mortification of a denial from you.

He went away; every one wishing him a good journey, and speaking favourably of the odd creature. Mrs Reeves, in particular, thought fit to say, that he was the most entertaining of all my lovers; but if so, what is it they call entertaining? And what are those others, whom they call my lovers?

The man, said I, is an immoral man; and had he not got above blushes, and above being hurt by love, he could not have been so gay, and so entertaining, as you call it.

Miss Byron said true, said Mr Reeves. I never knew a man who could make a jesting matter of the passion in the presence of the object, so very deeply in love, as to be hurt by a disappointment. There sits my saucebox. Did I ever make a jest of my love to you, madam ?

No indeed, sir; had I not thought you most deplorably in earnest, you had not had any of my pity.

Why, look ye there, now! That's a declaration in point. Either Mr Orme, or Mr Fowler, must be the happy[man, Miss Byron.

Indeed neither.

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lieved he must be unhappy without me, when possibly there may be hundreds of women, with any one of whom he might be more truly happy.

Well, this is in character from you, Miss Byron; but may I ask you now, which of the two gentlemen, Mr Orme, or Mr Fowler, were you obliged to have one of them, would you choose?

Mr Orme, I frankly answer. Have I not told Mr Fowler so?

Well, then, what are your objections, may I ask, to Mr Orme? He is not a disagreeable man in his person. You own that you think him a good man. His sister loves you; and you love her. What is your objection to Mr Orme?

I don't know what to say. I hope I should perform my duty to the man to whom I shall give my vows, be he who he will; but I am not in haste to marry. If a single woman knows her own happiness, she will find that the time from eighteen to twenty-four is the happiest part of her life. If she stay till she is twenty-four, she has time to look about her, and if she has more lovers than one, is enabled to choose without having reason, on looking back, to reproach herself for hastiness. Her fluttering, her romantic age (we all know something of it, I doubt,) is over by twenty-four, or it will hold too long; and she is then fit to take her resolutions, and to settle. I have more than once hinted, that I should be afraid to engage with one who thinks too highly of me beforehand. Nothing violent can be lasting, and I could not bear, when I had given a man my heart with my hand, (and they never should be separated,) that he should behave to me with less affection than he shewed to me before I was his. As I wish not now to be made an idol of, I may the more reasonably expect the constancy due to friendship, and not to be affronted with his indifference after I have given him my whole self. In other words, I could not bear to have my love slighted; or to be despised for it, (instead of being encouraged to shew it. And how shall extravagant passion warrant hopes of this nature-if the man be not a man of gratitude, of principle, and a man whose love is founded in reason, and whose object is mind, rather than person?

But Mr Orme, replied Mr Reeves, is all this. Such, I believe, is his love.

Be it so. But I cannot love him so well as to wish to be his (a man, I have heard my uncle, as well as Sir Hargrave, say, is his own; a woman is a man's;) if I cannot take delight in the thought of bearing my part of the yoke with him; in the belief, that, in case of a contrariety of sentiments, I cannot give up my judgment, in points indifferent, from the good opinion I have of his; what but a fondness for the state, and an irksomeness in my present situation, could bias me in favour of any man? Indeed, my cousin, I must love the man to whom I would give my hand, well enough to be able, on cool deli

beration, to wish to be his wife; and for his sake (with all my whole heart) choose to quit the single state, in which I am very happy.

And you are sure that your indifference to Mr Orme is not, either directly or indirectly, owing to his obsequious love of you; and to the milkiness of his nature, as Shakespeare calls it?

Very sure! All the leaning towards him that I have, in preference, as I think, to every other man who has beheld me with partiality, is, on the contrary, owing to the grateful sense I have of his respect to me, and to the gentleness of his nature. Does not my behaviour to Mr Greville, to Mr Fenwick, to Sir Hargrave, compared with my treatment of Mr Orme and Mr Fowler, confirm what I say?

Then you are, as indeed I have always thought you, a nonsuch of a woman.

Not so; your own lady, whom you first brought to pity you, as I have heard you say, is an instance that I am not.

Well, that's true; but is she not, at the same time, an example, that pity melts the soul to love?

I have no doubt, said Mrs Reeves, but Miss Byron may be brought to love the man she can pity.

But, madam, said I, did you not let pity grow into love, before you married Mr Reeves?

I believe I did, smiling.

Well, then, I promise you, Mr Reeves, when that comes to be the case with me, I will not give pain to a man I can like to marry.

Very well, replied Mr Reeves; and I dare say, that at last Mr Orme will be the man. And yet how you will get off with Sir Hargrave, I cannot tell. For Lady Betty Williams, this very day, told me, that he declared to her, he was resolved you should be his. And she has promised him all her interest with you, and with us; and is astonished that you can refuse a man of his fortune and address; and who has many, very many, admirers, among people of the first rank.

The Baronet is at the door. I suppose he will expect to see me.

Wednesday Afternoon.

SIR HARGRAVE is just gone. He desired to talk with me alone. I thought I might very well decline obliging him, as he had never scrupled to say to me all he had a mind to say before my cousins; and as he had thought himself of consequence enough to behave moodily; and even made this request rather with an air of expectation, than of respect; and I accordingly desired to be excused. He stalked about. My cousins, first one, then the other, withdrew. His behaviour had not been so agreeable, as to deserve this compliance; I was vexed they did.

He offered, as soon as they were gone, to take my hand. I withdrew it.

Madam, (said he, very impertinently angry,) you would not do thus to Mr Greville; you would not do thus to any man but me.

Indeed, sir, I would, were I left alone with him.

You see, madam, that I cannot forbear visiting you. My heart and soul are devoted to you. I own I have pride. Forgive me; it is piqued. I did not believe I should have been rejected by any lady, who had no dislike to a change of condition; and was disengaged. You declare that you are so; and I am willing, I am desirous to believe you-And yet that Greville!

There he stopt, as expecting me to speak. To what purpose, Sir Hargrave, do you expect. an answer to what you hint about Mr Greville? It is not my way to behave with incivility to any man who professes a regard for meExcept to me, madam

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You shall not go. I beg, madam-Putting himself between me and the door.

What farther would Sir Hargrave say?[Standing still, and angry ;]—What farther would Sir Hargrave say?

Have you, madam, a dislike to matrimony? What right have you, sir, to ask me this question?

Do you ever intend to enter into the state? Perhaps I may, if I meet with a man to whom I can give my whole heart.

And cannot that be I?-Let me implore you, madam. I will kneel to you, [and down he dropt on his kness. I cannot live without you. For God's sake, madam! Your pity, your mercy, your gratitude, your love! I could not do this before anybody, unless assured of favour. I implore your favour.

Foolish man! It was plain that this kneeling supplication was premeditated.

O sir, what undue humility!-Could I have received your address, none of this had been necessary.

Your pity, madam, once more; your gratitude, your mercy, your love!

Pray, sir, rise.

He swore by his God, that he would not, till I had given hope

No hope can I give you, sir. It would be

cheating, it would be deluding you, it would not be honest, to give you hope.

You objected to my morals, madam; have you any other objection?

Need there any other?
But I can clear myself.

To God, and to your conscience, then do it, sir. I want you not to clear yourself to me.

But, madam, the clearing myself to you would be clearing myself to God, and my conscience.

What language is this, sir? But you can be nothing to me; indeed you can be nothing to me.-Rise, sir; rise, or I leave you.

I made an effort to go. He caught my hand; and arosee-Then kissed it, and held it between both his.

For God's sake, madam-
Pray, Sir Hargrave-

Your objections? I insist upon knowing your objections. My person, madam-Forgive me, I am not used to boast-My person, madamPray, Sir Hargrave.

-Is not contemptible. My fortuneGod bless you, sir, with your fortune. -Is not inconsiderable. My moralsPray, Sir Hargrave! Why this enumeration to me?

-Are as unexceptionable as those of most young men of fashion in the present age.

I am sorry if this be true, thought I to my


You have reason, I hope, sir, to be glad of that.

My descent

Is honourable, sir, no doubt.

My temper is not bad. I am thought to be a man of vivacity, and of cheerfulness.-I have courage, madam-And this should have been seen, had I found reason to dread a competitor in your favour.

I thought you were enumerating your good qualities, Sir Hargrave.

Courage, madam, magnanimity in a man, madam

Are great qualities, sir; courage in a right cause, I mean. Magnanimity, you know, sir, is greatness of mind.

And so it is; and I hope

And I, Sir Hargrave, hope you have great reason to be satisfied with your-self; but it would be very grievous to me, if I had not the liberty so to act, so to govern myself, in essential points, as should leave me as well satisfied with myself.

This, I hope, may be the case, madam, if you encourage my passion; and let me assure you, that no man breathing ever loved a woman as I love you. My person, my fortune, my morals, my descent, my temper, (a man in such a case as this may be allowed to do himself justice,) all unexceptionable; let me die if I can account for your-your-refusal of me in so peremptory, in so unceremonious a manner, slap-dash, as I

may say, and no one objection to make, or which you will condescend to make!

You say, sir, that you love me above all women; would you, can you, be so little nice, as to wish to marry a woman who does not prefer you to all men?-If you are, let me tell you, sir, that you have assigned a reason against yourself, which I think I ought to look upon as conclusive.

I make no doubt, madam, that my behaviour to you after marriage, will induce you, in gratitude as well as justice, to prefer me to all men. Your behaviour after marriage, sir !—Never will I trust to that, where

Where what, madam ?

No need of entering into particulars, sir. You see that we cannot be of the same mind. You, Sir Hargrave, have no doubt of your merit.

I know, madam, that I should make it the business as well as pleasure of my life, to deserve you.

You value yourself upon your fortune, sirOnly as it gives me power to make you happy. Riches never yet, of themselves, made anybody happy. I have already as great a fortune as I wish for. You think yourself polite Polite, madam!—And I hope

The whole of what I mean, Sir Hargrave, is this; you have a very high opinion of yourself; you may have reason for it; since you must know yourself, and your own heart, ter than I can pretend to do; but would you, let me ask you, make choice of a woman for a wife, who frankly owns, that she cannot think so highly as you imagine she ought to think of you?—In justice to yourself, sir

By my soul, madam, haughtily, you are the only woman who could thus

Well, sir, perhaps I am. But will not this singularity convince you, that I can never make you happy, nor you me? You tell me, that you think highly of me; but if I cannot think so highly of you, pray, sir, let me be entitled to the same freedom in my refusal that governs you in your choice.

He walked about the room; and gave himself airs that shewed greater inward than even outward emotion.

I had a mind to leave him; yet was not willing to withdraw abruptly, intending, and hoping, to put an end to all his expectations for the future. I, therefore, in a manner asked leave to withdraw.

I presume, sir, that nothing remains to be said but what may be said before my cousins. And, courtesying, was going. He told me, with a passionate air, that he was half distracted; and complained of the use I made of the power I had over him. And as I had near opened the door, he threw himself on his knees to me against it, and undesignedly hurt my finger with the lock.

He was grieved. I made light of it, though

in pain, that he might not have an opportunity to flourish upon it, and to shew a tenderness which I doubt is not very natural to him.

How little was I affected with his kneeling, to what I was with the same posture in Sir Rowland! Sir Hargrave supplicated me as before. I was forced, in answer, to repeat some of the same things that I had said before.

I would fain have parted civilly. He would not permit me to do so. Though he was on his knees, he mingled passion, and even indirect menaces, with his supplications. I was forced to declare, that I never more would receive his visits.

This declaration, he vowed, would make him desperate, and he cared not what became of him.

I often begged him to rise; but to no purpose, till I declared I would stay no longer with him ; and then he arose, rapt out an oath or two; again called me proud and ungrateful; and followed me into the other room to my cousins. He could hardly be civil to them; he walked two or three turns about the room. At last, forgive me, Mr Reeves, forgive me, Mrs Reeves, said he, bowing to them; more stiffly to meAnd you forbid my future visits, madam! said he, with a face of malice.

I do, sir; and that for both our sakes. You have greatly discomposed me.

Next time, madam, I have the honour of attending you, it will be, I hope-[He stopt a moment, but still looking fiercely-to a happier purpose. And away he went.

Mr Reeves was offended with him, and discouraged me not in my resolution to avoid receiving his future visits. You will now, therefore, hear very little farther in my letters of this Sir Hargrave Pollexfen.

And yet I wish I do not see him very soon. But it will be in company enough, if I do; at the masquerade, I mean, to-morrow night; for he never misses going to such entertainments.

OUR dresses are ready. Mr Reeves is to be a hermit; Mrs Reeves, a nun; Lady Betty, a lady abbess; but I by no means like mine, because of its gaudiness; the very thing I was afraid of.

They call it the dress of an Arcadian princess; but it falls not in with any of my notions of the pastoral dress of Arcadia.

A white Paris net sort of a cap, glittering with spangles, and encircled by a chaplet of artificial flowers, with a little white feather perking from the left ear, is to be my head-dress. My mask is Venetian.

My hair is to be complimented with an appearance, because of its natural ringlets, as they call my curls, and to shade my neck.

Tucker and ruffles, blond lace.

My shape is also said to be consulted in this dress. A kind of waistcoat of blue satin, trim

med with silver point d'Espagne, the skirts edged with silver fringe, is made to sit close to my waist by double clasps, a small silver tassel at the ends of each clasp; all set off with bugles and spangles, which make a mighty glitter.

But I am to be allowed a kind of scarf of white Persian silk; which, gathered at the top, is to be fastened to my shoulders, and to fly loose behind me.

Bracelets on my arms.

They would have given me a crook; but I would not submit to that. It would give me, I said, an air of confidence to aim to manage it with any tolerable freedom; and I was apprehensive, that I should not be thought to want that from the dress itself. A large Indian fan was not improper for the expected warmth of the place; and that contented me.

My petticoat is of blue satin trimmed and fringed as my waistcoat. I am not to have a hoop that is perceivable. They wore not hoops in Arcadia.

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