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IN FOUR VOLUMES.

 

 

VOL. IV.

 

The Shafts of Envy dart at strongest Forts. But what can Envy

have to do with me? Pass by, perhaps, and smile. Envy

gives Honor. Envy acknowledges Superiority in

wishing to be like the one she hates, and holds

in feigned Contempt.

                                                                                                            SMITH.

 

 

STAFFORD:

 

PRINTED BY ARTHUR MORGAN.

 

AND SOLD BY

 

T.N. LONGMAN,

 

PATER-NOSTER-ROW, LONDON.

 

M.DCC. XCIV.

 

VICISSITUDES

 

IN

 

GENTEEL LIFE.

 

LETTER, I.

 

MISS LAWSON, TO MISS MARIA LEWIS.

 

                                                                                    Oakley Hill, April 10th.

 

I Now, Maria, write from the seat of Mr. Slayton, at which we arrived yesterday to dinner. It was our plan to have proceeded this morning upon the intended tour, but the master of the mansion would not permit our departure.

 

            Shall I venture to say that I never remember to have lived a happier time than the present? Or shall I forbear, from an apprehension of a critical investigation into the cause?

 

            Conscious then, you will say, that it will not bear examining. Indeed, Maria, I am not. I only threw out that line to alarm you. The cause of my present pleasantness may easily be accounted for. Every body is pleasant round me; and I must be a misanthrope not to be pleasant too at this juncture. Sir Edward and Lady Stanley look about, and then upon each other, with the lively rapture of seventeen, rationalized by the tranquility of sober sixty; so greatly do they enjoy the returning prospect of a union between Sir Charles and their Emma; while she, dear girl, has regained all her former bloom and liveliness; which, it must be confessed, the late unhappy period considerably diminished. She is now, as formerly, the life of the party she helps to compose; every heart is hers; and when she leaves the company, we are all sensible of a deprivation till her return. The very fine edge of her vivacity is, I think, rendered rather less keen; or if its sharpness is retained, it appears not; she seeming to have acquired additional softness by her late painful exercises; which renders her a completely charming character.

 

            As to Sir Charles Conway—his felicity appears to be beyond description. The natural liveliness of his disposition is so sweetly blended with dignity and gentleness, that, as I suspect I have before more than once observed, it is next to impossible to see—to hear him, and not be charmed. His ardent affection for Miss Stanley is evident in his every look and action; not from such a manner as presses upon the observation of the nicest sensibility; nor would a third person ever feel himself in the way; as is too often the case when in company with a pair so circumstanced. Her affection may be seen as well as his; but it wears a different appearance. A sweet, modest, withdrawing acknowledgment—if I may be allowed to coin a phrase—answers candidly, though with delicacy, his more tender and open avowal. I never saw love assume so beautiful—shall I, Maria, say so inviting—an aspect?

 

            Mr. Stanley—of whom more in a few lines—exhibits a meridian sky with quick passing clouds. His countenance, all lively and glowing as it naturally is, shines upon every beholder, till a sudden thought seems to steal upon his features, and the glow is abated; but upon being spoken to, he starts, and is instantly re-animated.

 

            What am I to say, Maria, about Mr. Evelyn? Why this—that the philanthropy of his heart enjoys the happiness of all around him; and that his goodness and good sense partake of, and encrease the general felicity.

 

            Can I, my dear friends, be insensible to pleasure in such a society? Impossible: my heart is dilated, and I seem all expansion.

 

            You must allow me some peculiar expressions, because the sentiments which lead my pen are of a peculiar nature.

 

            Come Maria—come soon into Derbyshire. Your company is warmly requested by every individual of our party. Emma says she will write to you by the post which goes this evening, to entreat the performance of your given promise. I know no one’s consent is wanting but your own; so we will not admit of any excuses, as we hope Mrs. Stanhope’s amendment continues.

 

            Mr. Slayton—whom, though a principal person in the groupe, I had absolutely forgotten—is a character I know not how to delineate.

 

            In his person, he is neither stout, nor thin, nor ungenteel. His features are strong and rough, but not unpleasant. In his disposition he is whimsical and positive, but not unpersuadable; and his understanding is naturally good. At an early age he was deeply in love with a lady who died in a consumption; since which time he has never attempted matrimony. His godson is his darling; though he often jars with him. Their quarrels generally begin about Mr. Stanley’s not being willing to put on the hymeneal fetters at present. A short time back, he made a proposal to the family that if George would marry within a twelve-month, to his approbation, he would immediately put him into possession of fifty thousand pounds and secure to him the like sum to be paid upon his death; but if he refused the conditions, he would present ten thousand to Miss Stanley, and find an heir from a distant and different branch of his family. The reason he gives for this preceeding, is, that he thinks if Mr. Stanley’s senior friends leave him in a single state he never—such an opinion has he of all the young men of the present generation—will enter any other; and he professes so mortally to hate lady-keeping—I use his own words—that sooner than leave one shilling of his fortune to a batchelor he declares he will give it all to the Magdalene College. Sir Edward abets his proposal; being likewise very desirous to see his son married. However I cannot think Mr. Slayton will leave his estate from the Stanley family, do George what he will; as he has no other relations but some very distant ones from a half brother of his mother’s.

 

            And now, Maria, for some news about your amiable new favourite, Lady Caroline Pemberton. We were yesterday, at our arrival at Mr. Slayton’s, introduced to Mr. Maynard, nephew to Lord Danvers; who was upon his return from his journey into the North, to investigate and settle Lady Caroline’s reversionary right to the whole of the Pemberton estate; there not being, it seems, any apprehension of his lordship’s marrying again; as he never could be prevailed upon to do that, even when it was supposed his nephew’s son, if he had none of his own, would inherit the estate and title. But it now appears that this presumptive heir has been dead some time, and by the most complicated villany of that wretch, Lord Crumpford, aided by the child’s mother, kept a secret from the world; while a little usurper—supposed to be an illegitimate son of either the vile Lord’s or his brother’s—has been dressed up and put to Eton as the deceased heir of the earldom.

 

            The story is very long and very wicked. I cannot now give you any particulars. Suffice it, that every thing has been proved incontestably.

 

            Mr. Maynard is extremely genteel in his person, and one of the most complete fine gentlemen I ever beheld. I had not, when he was here, received your Wednesday’s packet, or I should, at my introduction to him, have expressed my concern at having been absent from Woodstock when Lady Caroline Pemberton made her first visit there; which circumstance, to my great surprise, he, after some time had elapsed, informed us of; politely saying, that a letter he had just then received from Mrs. Maynard, mentioned his cousin’s disappointment at finding I was from home; adding, that he supposed she would return with the Earl to London the latter end of this week, as he had sent his lordship a summons to meet him there upon business of consequence. So Maria you have probably, by this time, lost your new friend; of whom I think I should have been jealous, had she staid amongst you much longer.

 

            Mr. Maynard left us after dinner. He seemed impatient to get home; having been out longer than he expected. Till that morning he had, he said, been very uneasy at not having received any letter from Mrs. Maynard since he left her, and spoke with so much affection upon the occasion, that I was quite charmed with him.

 

            I am called away; therefore lest I should not find an opportunity to write again before the post goes out, will here subscribe the name of

                                                                                                            CHARLOTTE LAWSON.

 

            Tell my aunt that I thank her for the addition she made to your packet, (which greatly pleased me) and that I mean to obey her injunctions.

 

 

LETTER, II.

 

MISS LAWSON, TO MISS MARIA LEWIS.

 

                                                                                    Oakley Hill, Friday night.

 

Another opportunity offers for a little writing, which I with the more pleasure make use of, as you tell me my relation of our goings-on affords amusement to my dear friends at Woodstock.

 

            After Mr. Maynard left us yesterday, we walked round the grounds of this pleasant little habitation, and were very agreeably entertained the whole evening. This morning we had a fishing party, and when we returned, found a messenger with letters conveyed by the morning’s post to Alverston; amongst the number of which, was my dear Maria’s.

 

            I am sorry to tell you, that happy as I am in this part of the country, I find a grumbling in my heart at Lady Caroline’s visiting Woodstock during the time of my being absent from it. Of this, however, I am most truly ashamed; though I find a little excuse for it from the extreme amiableness of the lovely creature’s character. I think I never heard a woman more celebrated. Mr. Maynard spoke of her in the warmest terms of affectionate admiration; saying she was the joy and pride of all her relations.

 

            Having perused your packet before dinner, I, after that was over, read the part which related to Lady Caroline (and indeed some other parts) to my friends here, by way of a desert; and this occasioned an argument between Mr. Slayton and his godson.

 

            “ I think,” said the old gentleman, “that Lady Caroline Pemberton must make any man in the world very happy. George, are not you of my opinion?"

 

            Mr. Stanley. Fancy, my good sir, in these matters, is some times apt to overrule the judgment.

 

            Mr. Slayton. But what a fanciful fancy must it be that could not fancy such a charming creature.

 

            Mr. Stanley. Good changes upon the word fancy, sir; but to carry them a little farther—I fancy that if at a fanciful time of life your fancy had been fixed upon any other woman, you would not have fancied this, or any second; however justly celebrated for beauty and goodness.

 

            Mr. Slayton. And is that the case, George? Is your fancy fixed, boy? This comes [angrily he spoke it] of handsome waiting-maids.

 

            The crimson deepened upon Mr. Stanley’s cheek; but he seemed to be upon his guard. Emma looked surprised; Lady Stanley concerned; while George with apparent carelessness (passing over his innuendo) replied—"My fancy, sir! I am not talking of myself. Your question was a general one, and I gave it a general answer.”

 

            Mr. Slayton. Well, well: perhaps I spoke without much thinking. But to end the matter—Will you make this fine lady your wife?

 

            Mr. Stanley. Upon my word, sir, you must think me very presumptuous if you suppose I can have an idea of looking up to a young lady who, with respect to family; fortune, and endowments, both personal and mental, stands in one of the most elevated situations in the kingdom; and that, without ever having been the least acquainted with her.

 

            Mr. Slayton. Well, but suppose she would consent to have you, godson! What would you say then?

 

            Mr. Stanley. You suppose a very improbable matter, sir. Lady Caroline Pemberton has just pretensions to look up to a ducal coronet. Can you then fancy—to repeat the battered word—that she would condescend to think of an alliance with the family of a private gentleman?

 

            Mr. Slayton. Well, but let us talk for talking’s sake; and let me repeat my question. If this fine young lady were to notify that she would accept you, would you promise to make her your wife.

 

            Mr. Stanley. If you must be answered categorically—I would not; except I found, upon an acquaintance, that I could give her the first place in my heart as well as in my esteem and admiration.

 

            Mr. Slayton. Foolish boy. But suppose, upon seeing her, you found you could love her above all other women, would you then consent to marry her?


            Mr. Stanley. You now, sir, ask a question that requires no answer. If I loved Lady Caroline Pemberton above all other women, and if she would condescend to accept me, you must suppose me to be either a fool or a madman to have any doubt of my ready—my grateful compliance.

 

            Mr. Slayton. Very well, young man; very well. This now is as it should be. Well, and will you then go with me to London? Will you consent to see this fine young creature with a princely fortune?

 

            Mr. Stanley. Consent to see her, sir! In what light? Not I hope—But go with you to London! Yes; when you please. I am ready to attend you at a moment’s warning. But it must be upon this condition—that you promise me I shall not be mentioned to Lady Caroline Pemberton as one who is so ridiculous as to have the least idea of soliciting her particular distinction.

 

            Mr. Slayton. I will promise: I do promise that she shall not have any occasion from me to look upon you in any other light than as one who accompanies me upon a visit I have promised Mr. Maynard to make at his house, (where Lady Caroline, doubtless, frequently resides) the next time I go to London.

 

            Mr. Stanley. Well, sir, we then mutually promise. I—to attend you to town. You—that I shall not be made to look like a fool when I arrive there.

 

            It was then agreed that the gentlemen should set out for London at our return, and that we should proceed on our tour to-morrow morning. As we do not mean to make a stay at any place, you must not, Maria, expect to hear from me till I again see Alverston: but do not let me be disappointed in my hope of finding there, at that time, a letter from Woodstock.

 

            After tea we had a pleasant walk to a little village about a mile from Oakley Hill, to look at some curious pieces of old coin lately found there in a little meadow. As we were coming back, I missed my pocket-book, in which I had made some memorandums respecting some of the pieces, and wishing to return in hopes of finding it, Mr. Stanley offered to accompany me; insisting, in his rattling way, that the rest of the party should go forward. Back, therefore, we went, and found the lost book in the little cottage where we saw the coin; the mistress of which had just called in one of her daughters to bring it after us.

 

            As we returned, Mr. Stanley and I had a great deal of serious conversation respecting his sister and Sir Charles Conway, and after that, on a variety of other subjects. At length his going to London was mentioned, and I bid him take care of his heart, or the celebrated young lady whom he would probably see at Mr. Maynard’s, would release him of it. When, with a very serious air he replied—“Indeed, madam, it is far—too far—out of the reach of even Lady Caroline Pemberton’s attracting influence: but I go to London in hope of finding its mistress.”

 

            Charlotte. You surprise me, sir, by speaking on this subject with an air of gravity unfamiliar to your features. Is it possible you can in earnest have parted with your heart?

 

            Mr. Stanley. Miss Lawson, I have. You are, I know, too good to let any re-communication of this kind distress either my mother or my sister; therefore I dare to speak to you upon this pressing subject without any apprehension; without any reserve.

 

            Charlotte. Your opinion of me, sir, obliges me. Permit me to say my heart witnesses your sentiments upon this particular. I would not give either of them pain on any consideration.

 

            Mr. Stanley. I am convinced of it, or I would not tell you that my affections are rivetted to a young woman who has neither fortune; friends, nor I believe descent to boast of. She is only, Miss Lawson, one of the most beautiful creatures upon earth, with a head and heart contending for superiority in goodness, and both excelling her outward form.

 

            Charlotte. Let me spare you a farther communication, by mentioning the name of Maria Birtles.

 

            Mr. Stanley. My dear Charlotte! I am delighted with you. And do you then think Maria Birtles answers the description I have given?

 

            Charlotte. Of that, you know, I cannot be a competent judge. My ideas are gathered from what I have heard you and the rest of the family express.

 

            Mr. Stanley. Well, madam, my description goes not one syllable beyond the truth; and I confess to you my every wish is centered in that one of calling her my own.

 

            Charlotte. May I ask where she now is, Mr. Stanley?

 

            Mr. Stanley. That I unhappily cannot tell you. Her letter to my mother gave not the least insight into the place of her present abode; and it is that which distracts my very soul.

 

            I cannot, Maria, give you all the particulars of our long conversation on this subject; though there are many parts of it you would be pleased with: but this is a matter which seems to threaten an overthrow to the happiness of this, at present, very happy family; as Mr. Stanley protests most solemnly he never will speak to any woman upon matrimony till he has seen or heard something of Maria Birtles. Knowing his temper thoroughly, I am greatly concerned for the strong partiality he has imbibed for this young woman; which, upon my word, I do not wonder at, when I recollect what every one who has seen her says of her. Since our return, he has shown me the letter she wrote to Lady Stanley after her leaving Alverston, which is truly expressive of her given character. The sentiments and language are admirable; and it is written with the greatest accuracy. As to the hand-writing—it is one of the most elegant I ever saw: but what surprised me more than any thing Mr. Stanley told me, was, her being the delineator of the little portrait which I told you was found at the ball at Hazle-wood Lodge; which, he says, has given him hours of disquietude; as he could not, for a considerable time, form the least conjecture of the person who had so distinguished him. But when he saw the above-mentioned letter it appeared, beyond doubt, to be Maria Birtles, as the hand-writing was the very same as that on the back of the picture.

 

            This discovery, as you may suppose, from his character, almost drove him to madness. His anxiety; admiration; gratitude, and affection, were now all centered in this lovely maid, who, beyond a dispute, was sympathetically sensible of his attachment, though her delicacy and discretion kept back any acknowledgment; but the lines at the back of the picture discovered her sentiments.

 

            I asked Mr. Stanley to permit my taking a copy of them. He hesitated; but, at length, complied. I will enclose them for your perusal. I do not, Maria, pretend to be a great judge of poetry, but they please me extremely, and my approbation of them delighted Mr. Stanley, who is, in good truth, most deplorably in love with your namesake.

 

            What the event will be I cannot conjecture. I am quite concerned about it indeed, but dare not give the least hint of it to either Lady Stanley or Emma; for what end would that answer? Distress them, and perhaps drive him to extremities. He is soon going to London with Mr. Slayton; for no other intent, he confessed to me, but to endeavour to find out his enslaver, which made him so ready to accompany the old gentleman; being previously determined to make use of the first pretence that offered for going thither. He would have set out the moment he had read the letter to Lady Stanley, had he not been fearful of awakening her apprehensions; and then she would probably have laid him under a promise opposite to his wishes.

 

            Sir Charles Conway is acquainted with all the circumstances of this affair, and labours to persuade Mr. Stanley to relinquish his purpose; but his labours are unavailing.

 

            Mr. Evelyn, Maria! It is, I think, some time since I mentioned his name. My not more frequently talking about him may probably appear like affectation; or perhaps forbearance. I do not know how it is, but I really do feel a little awkward upon the subject; yet I know not for what reason; for though I must confess that he treats me with a most pleasing attention, it does not, I think, indicate any particular meaning. Emma indeed says—But what signifies her opinion in such a case? She can only conjecture; and that I can do myself. I wonder, Maria, what (if his complaisance should encrease) my mother and aunt would wish me to say to him! It is but scribbling for scribbling sake you know; and as I have pretty nearly exhausted all my subjects, I may as well fill up this little remnant of paper with suppositions.

 

            Mr. Evelyn talks of going to Oxford in a few days after our return to Alverston. At the time he mentioned it, he looked at me; bowed, and said he hoped, when he went, to be honored with some commands of mine to Woodstock.

 

            Like a very simpleton I made no other answer than by a return of his bow; which a foolish blush officiously accompanied. I was quite ashamed of myself. Why did I blush? And why did I not speak? It looked as if I thought—as if I fancied—I cannot tell what it looked like. Emma says I appeared conscious. Conscious of what? Why, she adds—of having formed an idea that I myself am the subject of his errand into Oxfordshire. She rallies me most abominably, and would persuade me that I am going to be in love. But she only speaks her wishes, that she may have one to keep her in countenance. Soon after Mr. Stanley’s return, she will, I believe, be Lady Conway; as Mr. Slayton, who has a great knowledge of law-business, has authority to direct the settlements. The old gentleman this evening told me he should present her with five thousand guineas on the day of her marriage. After all, he is an honest, generous, veteran. His peculiarities are, to be sure, rather striking; but I have a kind of sneaking regard for him; perhaps, because he professes that I am one of his very great favorites.

 

            Emma has now brought me her letter to enclose. What can she have written! She has sealed it, and refuses to tell me its contents. I will venture a wager she has been prating about—I declare I am half afraid of her. Do not believe, Maria, that I—But perhaps I am too suspicious. Conscience, you will say, awakens my alarms. You are mistaken. This girl is now all roguery, and will make great from small; therefore it is that I fear her.

 

            But adieu. I will finish, and subscribe to the incontestible truth of my being yours, in the

height of friendship,

                                                                                                the name of

                                                                                                            CHARLOTTE LAWSON.

 

            We think of returning to Alverston tomorrow fe'nnight.

 

LETTER, III.

 

MR. SLAYTON, TO AUGUSTUS MAYNARD, ESQ.

 

                                                                                    Oakley Hill, April 16th.

 

            DEAR SIR,

I Take the liberty to inform you that I have received a letter from my lawyer, to tell me my presence in town will be necessary next week. I therefore think of setting out on Monday or Tuesday, if my godson, who has promised to accompany me, will by that time be ready. He is still absent with the party upon a tour through the North of this county, but they all purpose returning to Alverston next Saturday. I hope, sir, we shall make a job of this business. Miss Lawson read us a letter received just after you left us, from one of her friends at Woodstock, which more than confirmed the account you gave of your charming cousin. I then, as from myself, proposed the matter to my young man. But I cannot say that he received the mention of it quite so tractably as I could have wished; but, as you observe, sir, he has not yet seen the lady.

 

            Youth is very headstrong. I wish this boy would be ruled by me, and I think he would be one of the greatest men in the kingdom: for, as you said when we parted, every thing is his own, both as to person and mind.

 

            With my respectful compliments to your lady, at present unknown,

I am, sir,

            your most obedient servant,

                                                                                                            SAMUEL SLAYTON.

 

 

LETTER, IV.

 

MISS MARIA LEWIS, TO MISS LAWSON.

 

                                                            Woodstock, sixteenth day of fourth month.

 

IF this letter goeth duly, and thy friends keep to their purposed time of return, thou wilt receive it on seventh day next, and we shall hope, as soon after as the mail can bring it, to have information of the safety of thyself and party after your excursion.

 

            Thy journal from Chapel in Frith reached us this morning. The account it gave of the Peak entertained us exceedingly. We expect thou wilt give us in another letter the rest of thy adventures.

 

            And now, Charlotte, I must give thee a little friendly pain, by informing thee that my dear aunt’s health will not permit my thinking of leaving her at present. Last second day she had a return of her disorder, which, however, doth not alarm me so much as it at first did, because Doctor Allen hath pronounced it to be the gout, which I am bid to hope will be of service to her constitution. She is now confined to her chamber. Thy kind mother and aunt are our constant visitants; and good Doctor Griffith, likewise, generally seeth us once every day. My aunt’s spirits are exceeding good, and she saith she is extremely comfortable and happy now the pain is encreased in her foot and ankle, as the disorder seemeth to have entirely left her head and stomach.

 

            Tell Emma Stanley I am greatly sensible of her kindness. With singular pleasure should I accept immediately her invitation could I leave my dear aunt Stanhope; and that as soon as she is restored, I shall not hesitate to exchange, for a time, the serene pleasures of Woodstock for the more lively ones of Alverston Park: and, Charlotte, tell her, likewise, that I thank her for her intelligence respecting a certain pair of lovers-elect, about whom I am greatly interested. From her account, as well as from thy hints, I think Herbert Evelyn’s chief business in Oxfordshire will be confined to Woodstock.

 

            Thou pretendest to wonder, Charlotte, respecting the sentiments of thy mother and aunt, should the young preacher make to thee an offer of his heart—for that, in simple English, is thy meaning of the encrease of his complaisance. Why, my dear friend, dost thou hesitate to conclude that thy choice will be theirs? They do not believe thou wilt chuse amiss; therefore leave the election entirely to thyself: and if such a chit as thy Maria may presume to give her opinion upon this occasion, the present candidate need not much fear any opposition.

 

            Excuse me, Charlotte. I will confess I have waded beyond my depth. This is a science in which I am so little versed, that I ought not to presume to give one sentiment on the subject. Yet thy happiness so nearly concerneth me, that I cannot prevent my ideas from wandering to the probability of Herbert Evelyn’s success; being pretty strongly persuaded that he will gladly give thee his heart for thine.

 

            Mayest thou, my dear Charlotte, be directed by the Great Director in this and all other occasions throughout thy existence; and with this expressed wish will I bid thee farewel.

 

                                                                                                                        MARIA LEWIS.

 

 

LETTER, V.

 

MR. MAYNARD, TO SAMUEL SLAYTON, ESQ.

 

                                                                        St. James's Square, April 17th.

 

            DEAR SIR,

YOUR letter, dated yesterday, is now put into my hands.

 

            I am glad to know of your intended journey to town, though at the time you think of beginning it, I shall probably have left London, as I am necessitated to set off for the North, respecting the business which carried me thither before, next Monday; but this cannot be of any detriment to our meditated event, as Mrs. Maynard can assist you as well—perhaps better than I could, were I to be present. She is perfectly acquainted with all that passed between you and me, when I was so hospitably entertained at Oakley Hill; and she has her cousin’s happiness so warmly at heart, that (being much pleased with my account of Mr. Stanley and his connexions, and knowing he will not find any prior preference to combat with) she particularly interests herself in the success of our negociation. The earl is likewise extremely well satisfied with our treaty; but Lady Caroline is, and must be kept, a stranger to our plan till after Mr. Stanley’s introduction.

 

            Let me request you to oblige Mrs. Maynard with a card of information as soon as you arrive in town, which I hope you will not leave till my return from Cumberland, when I please myself with thinking I shall find matters advancing to our wishes.

I am, my dear sir,

            your obliged,

                        and obedient servant,

                                                                                                            AUGUSTUS MAYNARD.

 

 

LETTER, VI.

 

MISS LAWSON, TO MISS MARIA LEWIS.

 

                                                                        Alverston, Saturday, April 18th.

 

JUST before dinner we returned, my dear Maria, safe and happy to this charming spot, which is much more beautiful in every respect than any of the fine places we have seen in our late ramble; some of which have been admired for their simplicity; others for their magnificence; the rest for a romantic appearance—for neatness—for a hospitable air, &c. all which are united in this one habitation. Hazle-wood Lodge is a sweet pretty retired situation, but neither the house nor park are of any great extent when compared with Alverston; but it has some singular advantages. Like this place it is partly encompassed by an elegant little village; to which Mr. Mortimer, in imitation of Sir Edward Stanley, whose character he particularly venerates, has drawn a set of very agreeable people, and the river which runs beyond it, is well replenished with most excellent fish of various kinds. It is situated mid-way between Alverston Park and Oakley Hill, and forms a triangle with this place and Hawthorn Grove; which, it seems, is Mr. Slayton’s inducement to think of making it his residence; though he is so fond of Oakley Hill that he cannot persuade himself to quit it entirely. Hawthorn Grove, now the alterations are compleated, is said to excel even Alverston Park, which I can hardly suppose. The last time of my being in Derbyshire I did not see it, and the time before it was all pulling to pieces: yet I then thought it a delightful spot, though not equal to Alverston. I have before told you we are to make a visit there.

 

            Soon after our alighting, your letter was put into my hands. I thank you for it, Maria, but I am much concerned that you are prevented coming to us: concerned for the cause as well as the effect. As soon as Mrs. Stanhope’s greatly wished-for recovery takes place, we hope to see you in Derbyshire.

 

            With yours, I received a letter from my sister. She tells me she is going with Lady Blurton and the Honorable Miss Barbara Tupps to Aldborough in Suffolk; Lady Blurton being advised by her physicians to use sea-bathing for a violent eruption in her face; which Rachel says, quite disfigures her. But of this you have, I suppose, had an account at Woodstock.

 

            On Monday we are to dine at Hawthorn Grove, where we are to be joined by Mr. Slayton, who is to return with us and set off, with Mr. Stanley, for London on Tuesday. Mr. Evelyn goes at the same time for—Oxford, Maria; not for Woodstock; though he will probably call there. And this is all I will say upon that subject, at this period. I am afraid of you. You are a little critic. I thought when I was writing to you I might with perfect unreserve; but find I was mistaken.

 

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            At the word mistaken I laid aside my pen and went down stairs, when I was informed Sir Charles Conway had received a letter from Miss Howard, who is at Harborough Hall, requesting to know if he can give her any intelligence, about her sister; she having received a very alarming letter from her by one of the servants who attended her at Yarmouth, and from him, some intimation respecting Sir Charles Conway, which puzzles her still more than even the letter.

 

            Miss Howard has written in so pathetic a style and her character is so exalted that Sir Charles has determined to go to Harborough—Mrs. Digby you are to understand, having quitted the kingdom—to acquaint Miss Howard with such of the circumstances relative to the infamous conduct of her sister, as are necessary for her to know; and this he chuses to do in person, rather than by letter, out of respect to this truly excellent woman; therefore, intending first to write to her, he means to set out with the rest of the gentlemen on Tuesday morning.

 

            For some days we shall probably be a reduced party; as Sir Charles will from Harborough take a turn to Coventry, near which place he has an estate that wants inspecting. But I fancy we shall be very busy, as Lady Stanley thinks of commissioning Mr. Stanley to order down some patterns for cloaths for the approaching wedding of our dear Emma, though she absolutely forbids what she calls such a hasty procedure; but I believe she will be over-ruled.

 

            Tell my dear mother I mean to be very extravagant upon the occasion; therefore request she will be so kind as to convey to me the two bank notes, one of forty pounds the other of thirty, which are in the slip in my writing bureau.

 

            When I left Woodstock I had but little thought of this event, or I should have been better provided for it. I likewise, and that through forgetfulness, left behind the pearl roses for my shoes. Mr. Evelyn will not I dare say think it any trouble to put the little box, at the request of my mother or aunt, into his pocket.

 

            Emma’s affectionate respects finish my letter.

CHARLOTTE LAWSON.

 

LETTER, VII.

 

MR. MAYNARD, TO MRS. MAYNARD.

 

                                                                                    Bedford, April 20th.

 

Stopping at this place, my dear Harriet, and having occasion to open the chaise-trunk, I found I had left behind me the parcel of papers I last night received from Lord Danvers. I cannot imagine how they escaped my recollection when I packed up the parchments.

 

            Let them be sent by to-morrow’s mail-coach, directed to me at Mr. Broomley’s, where I must wait their arrival; as without them I cannot proceed with Tomkins.

 

            You will not forget to forward Bailey’s affidavit to the same place, if it reaches you before Thursday.

 

            That I shall write to you frequently, and that you will let me hear from you as often as possible, is the chief pleasure I expect till I see you again, save what the peaceful abode of my reverend Kildwick friend promises.

                                                                                    Adieu, my dearest Harriet.

                                                                                                Yours ever faithfully,

                                                                                                            AUGUSTUS MAYNARD.

 

 

LETTER, VIII.

 

MISS LAWSON, TO MISS MARIA LEWIS.

 

                                                                        Tuesday morning, April 21st.

 

I Was this morning summoned to an early breakfast; Mr. Slayton being very impatient to begin his journey to London. We met in the library by seven o’clock, and before eight the gentlemen left us. Sir Charles Conway for Harborough; Mr. Stanley and his godfather for town; and, Maria, Mr. Evelyn for Oxford—shire. Now, do not think—but I care not. Think what you please. All I have to say about the matter is, that—That what? Why I do not know; for if, after all, he should only—Well, I cannot help it; and it would be folly to deny it; therefore may as well acknowledge that I think Mr. Evelyn is one of the most worthy and agreeable characters amongst my acquaintance.

 

            And so now to other matters.

 

            Sir Edward and Lady Stanley are gone to pay a visit to Mr. and Mrs. Layton; Emma is writing to Lady Davison, and I will amuse myself with giving you an account of our yesterday’s engagements, which surely were the most agreeable the world could offer.

 

            Sir Charles Conway left Alverston on Sunday morning; and Mr. Evelyn dined at the Rectory, with four or five respectable farmers, but returned to the Park in the evening. Our going to Hawthorn Grove was finally settled before Sir Charles left us, therefore, according to the purposed plan, we arose at six in the morning, and, not long after, were seated in the carriages—Sir Edward and Lady Stanley in the chaise; in the coach, Emma; George; myself, and—you know who.

 

            The sky was clear and the morning warm. Could we then be otherwise than pleasant!

 

            We were received at Hawthorn Grove with the most expressive welcome by its master, who conducted us into the breakfast-room, where we found Sir John and Lady Seymour; Lady Morden; Colonel Jenkinson, and Miss Sparkes: and, soon after, there arrived Mr. and Mrs. Browne; Miss Letty Stanford; Mr. Mrs. and the two Miss Brookes; Lady Catherine Villars and Mr. Edgar.

 

            Sir Charles was determined to celebrate his Emma's return to Hawthorn Grove. At his request, Lady Stanley was mistress of the ceremonies; but Miss Fanny Brooke and myself made tea and coffee; her ladyship presiding at the chocolate tray. A more elegant private breakfast was never given to any company. The urns; trays; waiters, and canisters, were all of silver, engraved with Sir Charles’s arms; the china was beautiful; in short, the whole equipage was handsome beyond any one I ever saw.

 

            Breakfast was not over till near twelve, after which, Lady Catherine Villars insisted upon having a dance; music was therefore ordered, and to dancing we went; but the weather for the season was so warm, and the morning so inviting, that every one soon began to wish for a walk in the pleasure-grounds; and accordingly we gave over dancing and sallied forth.

 

            And now, Maria, I want to lead you step by step through the enchanting glades; groves, and gardens, which encompass the elegant structure inhabited by Sir Charles Conway; but I despair of giving you the least adequate idea of their beauty. I thought myself, the whole day through, in Fairy-Land. Never before did I wander in such fascinating scenes. The house too is entirely altered. I should not have known it to have been the same I saw when I was last in the same place. Every thing in it, and about it, is finished in the highest style of elegance to please Miss Stanley’s taste. What, as Sir Charles whispered me, during our walk, was his distress when he had reason to think she would probably never see what had been done entirely upon her account! To speak a paradox—the more he was pleased, the more he was dis-pleased with all around him.

 

            Emma, throughout the day, appeared very much affected and sweetly softened at the proofs every spot afforded of Sir Charles’s endeavour to accommodate and entertain her. It is now a considerable time since she was at Hawthorn Grove; for previous to the short-lived triumph of that Mrs. Digby and the horrid Greville, (who, by the bye, has, we hear, taken his leave of England) her natural delicacy made her backward to visit there; though in company with Sir Edward and Lady Stanley; which reluctance I have sometimes thought she too much indulged.

 

            Once in the morning I overheard her confess to Sir Charles (who had I believe been telling her that her acceptance of what had been done was the highest reward he could receive) that if her sense of his affection and sedulity for her happiness, was to be considered as payment, she was, in no degree, his debtor.

 

            She spoke in a tender accent, and he received her acknowledgement with expressions of rapture.

 

            Soon after this, she came up to me, for we, at that time, were walking in the wilderness and said with a sigh—"Oh, Charlotte! Charlotte! why did I come to Hawthorn Grove! My heart was before oppressed by a sense of obligation; but my gratitude now overwhelms me, and I have no power to oppose my affection.”

 

            Sir Charles and Mr. Stanley were that instant seen on the other side a row of shrubs. They heard the sentence and came forward; the happy lover, dropping upon one knee, seized and kissed the trembling hand of our blushing friend, while George, with a lively air, telling his sister she had won his heart, led me off to the next avenue, and began a discourse about Maria Birtles, confessing he was all alive to the hope of hearing something about her by means of the people who were probably left in Mrs. Douglas’s house in Grosvenor Square.

 

            He was going on in a strain of extasy, when we were joined by Lady Stanley and Mr. Evelyn (for at this period the company seemed all divided into parties) which put a stop to our conversation.

 

            To carry you through the beautiful verdant windings and over the particular fine terrace that lead to the centre of the celebrated grove which gives its name to the Seat (so as to convey to you the least adequate idea of the charms of the place) is far beyond the powers of my language. Nothing short of the famed arcadian scenes can equal Hawthorn Grove. The temples in different parts of the gardens; the alcoves; grottos; the pavilion—But what am I doing! The very thing I had determined to avoid—endeavouring to describe the beauties of a scene which must be injured by the attempt. Royalty itself might be suitably accommodated in the superb and enchanting abode of Sir Charles Conway.

 

            Did you never Maria hear it observed that time in wretchedness seems doubly long;—When spent in agreeable amusement, particularly flitting;—and again lengthened in our imagination, when passed in deep and real happiness? The reason given for the last change, is, that every moment is so strongly marked, it rests in our idea.

 

            This solves the wonder of my thinking that the day at Hawthorn Grove seemed one of the longest I ever lived. When we returned, it appeared as if we had near a week been absent. Indeed it was the general sentiment of our party. Even Emma made the acknowledgement.

 

            Our dinner and evening’s entertainments, at which we had a large encrease of company, were in conformity with the amusements of the morning, and with the truly elegant taste and magnificent spirit of Sir Charles Conway, who himself directed the whole.

 

            I the other day said that I thought Mr. Maynard one of the most complete fine gentleman I ever beheld; and one of the most he may be, but I think Sir Charles stands, in that particular, without an equal: even Mr. Stanley seems half veiled by the comparison. Yet see him by himself—and who would think him a second to any first! Lady Catherine Villars who professes greatly (it has been said particularly) to admire Sir Charles observed to me that whoever saw and knew him must think it impossible for any woman existing to merit his affection; but that when Miss Stanley appeared, every beholder would give her to him and him to her. If Lady Catharine be sensible of a particular partiality, her acknowledgement was a generous one; but she is so volatile there is no discovering her real sentiments. Indeed throughout the day the superiority of our lovely friend was strikingly conspicuous. The beauty of her person; the native vivacity of her mind, so enchantingly softened by the sweetness of her temper and manners, occasioned the above observation to be made by more than Lady Catharine Villars.

 

            Just before dinner, in the half hour usually thought so awkward, Sir Edward moved our going into the music-room, where we were most harmoniously entertained till dinner was announced. Almost every one was, in turn a performer. Amongst the Ladies, Miss Stanley and Miss Fanny Peirson were eminently distinguished, upon the forte piano. Lady Catherine Villars touched the guittar; which she accompanied with her voice to admiration. Mr. Stanley blowed the german flute; and the little concert was closed with a most melodious voluntary upon the organ, by Sir Charles Conway: previous to which he sang a lively air to Lady Catharine’s guittar; in which she was, likewise, a vocal assistant.

 

            The evening of this happy day was concluded in dancing; card-playing &c. We had not any formal supper, but in one of the apartments were some side-boards; with several tables for tea; coffee &c. Wine; negus; rich cakes of divers kinds; sweetmeats, foreign and english; wet and dry; creams; jellies and fruit; with one board of cold chicken; potted meats, &c. &c. completed the viands.

 

            But it will not be to any purpose to go on with this subject; for were I to write upon it a week, I should still have much to say; therefore I will finish it abruptly.

 

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            This Emma is very impertinent. She has been insisting upon reading my letter, and pretending to be angry, is gone, she says, to give you some intelligence respecting my engagements of yesterday.

 

            But pray now do not credit her. That is if she—ah Maria! I am half afraid of Emma now. She is so alive: so—so—what would I say? I know not, and must conclude with requesting you to believe my heart is with you all at Woodstock.

                                                                                                            CHARLOTTE LAWSON.

 

 

LETTER, IX.

 

MISS STANLEY, TO MISS MARIA LEWIS.

 

                                                                        Alverston Park, April the 21st.

 

AND so, Maria, this Charlotte of ours is over head and ears in love. True as that I exist to tell you so. The young preacher has stolen her heart, though the gipsy will not own it quite so fairly as she ought to do. Yesterday afforded her a charming opportunity to allow, without much particularity of his tendresse. I gave many a sly look towards the happy pair, and every time observed her countenance was dressed in smiles, and that her soft eyes were doubly full of vivacity and sweetness; while his reverence evidently showed the satisfaction his heart experienced.

 

            In good truth Maria, this Evelyn is a charming fellow. It is well matters have so turned out that I am not violently inclined to dispute her conquest; for, let me tell you, such a prize would have put our friendship to a trial. Yet I will honestly confess I fear I should not have stood much chance in the contest, for he seems so fascinated by her speaking looks and lively artless manners, that I believe no other witchcraft would have been successful. As sure as a gun he is gone into Oxfordshire purposely to solicit permission to address this little Phenix. Mind now and let me know all about it, that I may have the pleasure and consequence of first imparting to her the circumstance. I shall be mortified if she has prior information of it through any other medium.

 

            But Maria—though I will not be so unpolite as absolutely to contradict all that Charlotte has advanced, I must warn you not to believe the whole; for she has multiplied and magnified to a most enormous degree. I mean when she has been talking about myself; for as to Sir Charles Conway — But I believe I may as well avoid the subject, for (how it comes about I know not) I find such an increase of an undefinable something when I mention his name that I am quite alarmed. It seems allied to reverence, I think; but perhaps connoisseurs in the sentiment would give it a softer epithet. There was a time in which I hardly knew my own mind. There was a time when I did not deem a certain conquest absolutely invaluable. Careless—volatile—excentric—I did not know that I—But enough. Come, my amiable friend, come to Alverston. Come and see Charlotte grown gay, and Emma grave. This love—if love it be—works different effects in different dispositions. What, I wonder, will it do when it pervades the gentle bosom of my dear Doctor Griffith’s little dove! But it never can make her otherwise than truly amiable; nor can it, with all its magical effects, change me from being her fervently affectionate friend,

                                                                                                                        EMMA STANLEY.

 

 

LETTER, X.

 

MR. STANLEY, TO SIR CHARLES CONWAY.

 

                                                                        Grosvenor Square, April 23d.

 

Congratulate me. Pronounce me the happiest of mankind. Presume not to make any comparison between yourself and me.

 

            Charles! Charles! I am transported almost beyond my reason, and can scarce believe I tread on earth. The harmony of the spheres is heard around. I breathe pure aether; and the summum bonum of all beneath the spangled arch is mine.

 

            To say all in one sentence—MARIA IS FOUND. She is found, and will be—shall be—is my own, notwithstanding all you can alledge: notwithstanding all the world can oppose. Yet mind you—it will be necessary [you deserve to be plagued about this matter, Conway, for ever daring to object to my pursuit of this angelic charmer] that I appear to fall in with my godfather’s views, respecting Lady Caroline Pemberton. I must even (so far has he engaged me) make the lady herself believe I am devoted to her charms. But be not alarmed: I mean soon to throw off every veil; for though the lovely charmer of my heart cannot indeed be Mrs. Stanley, I am unalterably determined never to marry any other; however strong the inducement.

 

            And now, Charles, I must prohibit your writing to me. I will not have any of your preachments: besides I hope ere long to see you. And then, Charles—and THEN—! with what pleasure do I anticipate the surprise—the astonishment you will be under at the blaze of beauty I shall exhibit.

                                                                                                                        GEORGE STANLEY.

 

 

LETTER, XI.

 

MR. STANLEY, TO MISS STANLEY.

 

                                                                        Grosvenor Square, April 23d.

 

WE arrived in London, my dear sister, so early as nine o’clock yesterday morning; Mr. Slayton and myself being equally impatient to reach the end of our journey. We were both set down in the place from whence I date, but my diligent godfather soon hastened to Gray’s Inn to enquire about the business of transfers, &c. and left me to follow my own concerns, which to me appeared to be of moment: but I hunted and hunted for two hours to no purpose. I could not gain any lights, sister.

 

            “Of what?” you will ask. Of a flitting star—Of an ignis fatuus—Of a WITCH, my dear Emma, who has charmed away my tranquility.

 

            But to have done with riddles—Mr. Slayton returned to Grosvenor Square just before dinner, which he had desired might be ready at half past two, and he was obeyed. I must confess I was rather displeased with his officious haste in claiming the promise I had given him of suffering myself to be introduced into the company of Lady Caroline Pemberton. I had expressly stipulated that it should be as if by accident, and that I would not be presented to her in any manner the least particular; therefore when he told me that he had engaged me to drink tea at Mr. Maynard’s, where Lady Caroline spends chief part of her time, I was greatly disposed to quarrel with him, and to refuse going: but he a little moderated me by informing me that calling in at St. James’s Square he was introduced to Mrs. Maynard, as the gentleman was from home, and that she so cordially invited him to spend the evening with herself and Lady Caroline, that he could not refuse; particularly as upon his telling her I came with him up to town, she requested his carrying me to be of the party. I therefore acceded to the proposal, and soon after five, the time appointed by Mrs. Maynard, we were driven to St. James’s Square, where I was introduced to the celebrated daughter of the Earl of Danvers. His lordship, than whom I scarce ever saw a finer gentleman, was present. In his person he is extremely handsome; in his manners, perfectly polite. With respect to the young lady—I must acknowledge her beauty is equal to all the descriptions I ever received of it; and her mental qualifications have been as justly depicted. I declared my admiration of this phenomenon; and while she and Mrs. Maynard went, for about twenty minutes, to make a first visit to the new Lady Lorimer, it being the last day of her ceremonials, I made my proposals to the Earl, which with answerable candour he accepted, and when the ladies returned, presented me to his angelic daughter as one whom he honored with his approbation. The lovely creature blushed; but not with disdain. I attempted to speak of the happiness I experienced in that hour, but could only blunder about my meaning; for words came not readily to hand. Mrs. Maynard addressed me as her cousin elect, and every one seemed happy; so you see, Emma, matters are already in a train, and it is possible that I shall very soon present you with a sister; who, let me not forget to say, sends her compliments to Miss Lawson.

 

            Mr. Maynard is gone to take some measures relative to a roguish steward of Lord Danvers’ in the North. It was therefore proposed by my godfather, and acceded to by all the party, that Mrs. Maynard, should write and desire him to stop at Oakley Hill; and that the earl; Lady Caroline; Mrs. Maynard, and myself should accompany Mr. Slayton down, and give at his house, Mr. Maynard a meeting; and this morning at breakfast—for I was in St. James Square before nine—her ladyship expressed a wish to call at Alverston Park in our way; being desirous to make there her first visit.

 

            What think you child of this celebrated beauty’s condescension? Does it not appear to you very extraordinary?

 

            "Yes, to be sure" you say, " and I do not believe what you are telling me.”

 

            It is however madam sister, very true; and on our part of the party it is settled that we are to go very soon to the Park, and that Sir Edward and her ladyship; Miss Lawson and young Clericus; yourself and your baronet, are to accompany us to Oakley Hill; where, as I before said, we are to be joined by Mr. Maynard. Of the time of our setting out, you shall have due notice, that you girls may have all your rigging in order.

 

            I mean to write to Evelyn, for I know where a letter will find him—and that is more than Charlotte does—to accelerate his return, that he may not be absent from Alverston when we go down. His business at Woodstock cannot I think, fail of being soon completed; as the letter of introduction to Mrs. Lawson which my mother gave him—But faith! if I do not take care I shall make the affair public; and I would not do that on any account. No, no: I shall continue true to my trust, I can tell you: therefore pray do not expect any intimation of the matter from me.

 

            My godfather sends his love to you all; particularly to Miss Lawson. I have some idea that he means to endeavour to supplant the young Rector.

 

            Tell my father the upholster thinks he shall complete every thing in this house next week. Upon my word it will, when finished, be a truly elegant habitation.

 

                                                                                                            GEORGE STANLEY.

 

LETTER, XII.

 

MR. STANLEY, TO MISS LAWSON.

 

                                                                        Grosvenor Square, April the 23d.

 

I Have so often, my dear Miss Lawson, made you an auditor to my plainings, that common gratitude urges me to refresh your ideas with an account of my present felicity. But mind that you keep my secret, for what I have to say is to me of the greatest consequence, and must not be known by any but those to whom I chuse to make the communication.

 

            I have been writing a very fine piece of rodomontade to my sister about Lady Caroline Pemberton; which will serve to amuse my friends in Derbyshire till I dare acquaint them with the true state of my present situation, which is happy far beyond my powers of description, for Charlotte, my dear Charlotte! I have found MY MARIA—found her under the roof of a female cousin who admitted me to her presence upon my first request.

 

            Need I, after this, say any more to convince you that I think myself one of the happiest sons of mortality! Oh! I am blessed beyond my highest hopes; for the dear, lovely creature is not inexorable.

 

            But I forbear to unfold my purpose. Let the tale of Lady Caroline Pemberton puzzle my sister till my happiness is nearer its completion.

 

            If I be frustrated in my present views, adieu to sublunary felicity.

 

            As to you, Miss Lawson—! His Reverence is gone to Woodstock with such credentials!—But I must not betray my mother’s secrets; and so I have told my sister: yet being happy myself, I am desirous of reviving, with a few grains of comfort, a sighing, and perhaps a despairing fellow-creature.

                                                                                                                                                G.S.

 

 

LETTER, XIII.

 

MRS. MAYNARD, TO AUGUSTUS MAYNARD, ESQ.

 

                                                                        St. James's Square, April the 23d.

 

MY short note of Tuesday and my letter of last night, you will, I hope, duly receive. In the latter, I gave you information of the arrival of Mr. Slayton and his godson.

 

            I could not then be particular, nor had I indeed, at that period, much to say; but I will now endeavour to give you some accounts of the “events of the day.”

 

            Soon after I received a card from the senior—or rather, soon after he received my answer—he made his appearance in St. James’s Square.

 

            To prevent the probability of his being seen by our cousin, I ordered him to be ushered into the little study, where I attended him. We were soon acquainted, and soon entered into business. Your visit to him at Oakley Hill introduced the subject, and in a quarter of an hour all preliminaries were settled. He engaged to bring his godson to afternoon tea, and I fixed the time soon after five, as Caroline and I had agreed to go in the evening to Lady Lorimer’s; which circumstance I was pleased with, as I wished her to be in full dress when first seen by Mr. Stanley in her own character. After Mr. Slayton left me, I sat in a reverie, anticipating the pleasure I should receive from the surprise of the interested parties; but recollecting myself, I ordered the carriage to be drawn up, and was driven to Berkley Square, where finding his Lordship at leisure, I requested him to be present at the scene; to which he readily agreed, and seemed greatly to enjoy the idea of his lovely daughter’s ensuing happiness; being convinced, as indeed every one who knows all circumstances must be, that Lady Caroline and Mr. Stanley had imbibed for each other the most disinterested and fervent affection. At coming away I put into his hands the letters her ladyship wrote me from Woodstock, which as he afterwards told me, made him apprehend the scene might be too affecting to both the parties to be exhibited before witnesses, without some preparation; however as we were all interested, I thought it might be hazarded, and that it would be right each should be convinced of the others affection in a manner which such an unexpected meeting would make incontestable.

 

            His lordship agreed to my sentiments, and we waited the event with impatience.

 

            I ordered dinner earlier than usual, and after it was over, asked Caroline to go with me into my dressing-room, to give her directions to Woodward relative to a fancy part of my dress which I wanted for the evening. This employed her while I went down to receive the earl. Matters were then all adjusted, and I returned to finish my dress; but not wishing her ladyship to go with me into the drawing-room, threw a book in her way, which I thought would engage her attention. It did; and I left her absorbed in reading.

 

            I think I never saw our Caroline look more lovely. Her dress was particularly elegant and becoming, and her eyes were more than usually full of fire and sweetness; owing perhaps to the conversation I had designedly engaged her in about the Alverston family. She was without powder; her hair in small curls and ringlets, and her head ornamented with pearls and Italian flowers. Altogether, a more angelic appearance than this lovely creature now made, never met the organs of sight.

 

            When I went into the drawing-room I found Lord Danvers re-perusing the letters I had given him in the morning, and it was then we had the short conversation I just now mentioned, and which was interrupted by the arrival of the expected gentlemen. Mr. Slayton entered first. I introduced him to the earl. Mr. Stanley then advanced, whom Mr. Slayton introduced in great form to me, and then, in the same manner, to his lordship; who received him with expressive looks of approbation.

 

            Notwithstanding the high opinion I had imbibed of this young gentleman’s person and address from your description, my ideas of him fell short of the reality. But not to multiply words unnecessarily—he struck me in a moment as being the very counterpart of Lady Caroline: and that I think is as high an eulogium as can be given.

 

            After they had been a few minutes seated, I stepped up-stairs and found my cousin still reading; therefore, wishing to have a little chat with the gentlemen, I left her, telling her I would send for her when tea was ready, and returned to the drawing-room.

 

            The ensuing conversation was animated: every one seeming in good humour. Mr. Stanley said many brilliant and very just things. The earl appeared highly pleased with him. Mr. Slayton was all attention, and Mrs. Maynard all prate. In truth, I could not resist a more than usual inclination to volubility. At times I fancied Mr. Stanley’s countenance was over-cast, and I was ready to conjecture he was ruminating upon Maria Birtles; as he frequently sighed very deeply.

 

            Occasionally, I mentioned our intended visit to Lady Lorimer; telling the gentlemen we did not expect to be more than twenty minutes absent, and hoped they would excuse our going; for which there was a kind of necessity; it being her ladyship’s last day, &c. Upon this the earl kindly observed, that as he considered St. James’s Square as one of his homes, he would do himself the honor to look upon himself as one of the visited; which he hoped would make my excuses the more admissible. We all bowed to his lordship; some compliments passed, and then, as I intended, Lady Lorimer’s whimsical courtship was adverted to. This led (which was the end of my design) to the subject of romantic affection, on which every one present said something. Then pray, asked I, upon a dissenting remark of Mr. Stanley’s to a dainty speech of mine, what, in your opinion, is real affection?

 

            “My opinion of real affection, madam,” said he with animation, his face in a glow, “is that sympathy which arises in congenial minds; not perhaps at first sight, but upon a short acquaintance; without any regard to interest or convenience; or even a thought about any coming event.”

 

            But, said I, would you shut prudence entirely from your view?

 

            "Not," replied he, "when I contemplated a permanent union. I should then wish prudence to accompany—though not to constitute my attachment; and for this reason chiefly: It would be a probable mean to unite the friends of the lady I should wish to call mine, with my own; which could hardly fail of encreasing our happiness, because it would make its circle more diffusive; a consideration that must give additional pleasure to a benevolent mind; else, conjugal felicity, confined within domestic bounds—But I ask your pardon. I am running into lengths."

 

            Go on, sir, said I; your sentiments are excellent. But do you fancy you shall carry them through life?

 

            “By your question, madam,” replied my hero, “you think they are the sentiments of a young man. Pardon me,” added he, “if I aver that I know no reason why I should not retain them when I arrive at years of discretion. But permit my appealing to these gentlemen. They must, by this time, know something of the matter.”

 

            Mr. Stanley spoke with an air of perfect good humour; though I do not know whether he was not a little hurt by my question. Perhaps because it might somewhat strengthen his godfather’s arguments; as it led to an idea that I opposed his sentiments; which, as you will suppose, was very far from being the case.

 

            The carrying in of tea interrupted the subject. Lord Danvers asked, as he had done once before, what Caroline was doing. I told him she was rather engaged, but would attend at tea; I then sent up to her my compliments, and requested her company in the drawing-room; desiring the servant to tell her his lordship was below. This, as I expected, brought her immediately. We heard her advancing, and every eye turned towards the door, when the servant opened it and in came the lovely girl.

 

            Lady Caroline Pemberton—said I to Mr. Stanley as soon as she appeared, while she was hastening to her father; but her eyes were arrested by the figure of Mr. Stanley, who stood near him; at which she started, and looked around her in amazement; the beautiful pink in her cheeks being heightened to a crimson; while her heart, as she afterwards confessed, throbbed so violently she thought it would have prevented her drawing breath.

 

            What I relate of the sentiments of the actors in this comedy, you will conclude I gathered from their after-communications; as I could not, being myself so much interested, even endeavour to guess them at the time: but I weave them into my account to make it the more complete, as I think you will wish to entertain with it your reverend friend and his little Alethea.

 

            When Caroline saw Mr. Slayton, she concluded it was known at Alverston that she was Maria Birtles, and that they were come with the apologising compliments of the family. She therefore endeavoured—but it was only an endeavour—to compose herself, that she might receive them as became her father’s daughter.

 

            All this time Mr. Stanley stood fixed in astonishment, with looks expressive of contending ideas. When Lady Caroline first entered, the universal brilliancy of her figure attracted general notice. Mr. Stanley looked in wonder, as if at her beauty, but in a moment his eye recognized her features, and instead of approaching her, he started back several steps and exclaimed in a tone of the wildest surprise—“Heavens and earth! Who do I see!” Then springing forward as if going to take her hand—“But it cannot be any other. It must be—it is my beloved Maria.” Then again stopping, as if the seeming impossibility made him doubt—“Yet how can it be! My Lord—Mrs. Maynard”—in almost a frenzy: but seeing my cousin smile, he flew towards her; bent his knee, and caught her hand, which he pressed to his lips with the utmost ardour.

 

            “Lovely vision!” said he, “enchanting heavenly maid! By what name—what title am I to address you! Yet that concerns me not. I see you again—I hold your hand in mine. For all the rest I care not. MARIA BIRTLES has been the object of my pursuit: the sole object of my thoughts and of my tenderest affection.”

 

            “But what am I saying?”—Then rising up—“perhaps I have been too unguarded. How concerned shall I be if”—and he looked his apprehension of having said too much; an idea arising of the possibility of the earl’s not being acquainted with the circumstances of his daughter’s retirement. This his lordship observed, and wishing to relieve his fears, stepped between him and Caroline, and taking Mr. Stanley by the hand — “Accept, sir,” said he, “as the representative of your House, my most grateful acknowledgements for the protection my dear fugitive found at Alverston, when under a persecution unworthy her character to suffer, or mine to occasion. But she has been so good as to forgive me; though I do not know that I can ever forgive myself.”

 

            “Oh my dear sir!” said our cousin to her father, reclining her face upon his shoulder, “you oppress me by your kindness and condescension. What return can I make—”

 

            “What return can we both make,” interrupted the earl, “to this gentleman for the obligations we are under to his family? Say, Caroline, what must we do?”

 

            “My—my thanks”—replied the blushing beauty—“My warmest gratitude is all—is all”—

 

            “And are you then, my dearest girl, so poor in your expedients?”—again interrupted his lordship. “Well then I must request Mr. Stanley [turning to him] to make his own demand.”

 

            Encouraged by the earl’s looks, with a countenance of encreased vivacity, Mr. Stanley replied—“But that I dare not presume, my Lord, or I could point out a reward which would lay me, and all of my race, under the most unreturnable of all obligations."

 

            Upon this, as the sentiments of both had been sufficiently demonstrated, Lord Danvers, to give general relief by an early eclaircissement, turned to his daughter and said—“Dare you, Caroline, after what is past, trust me with the direction of your choice?”

 

            “My dear sir!”—was all the lovely girl could say.

 

            “I know your worth, my child,”—the earl continued—“and think I shall not wrong your value if I give you here”—taking her unreluctant—yet, from the surprise, half resisting—hand, and putting it into one of Mr. Stanley’s, whose looks—whose words—whose manner upon the occasion, it would be folly to attempt to give any description of. Every attitude and feature declared his extasy. He spoke not. He could not speak. His soul seemed too large for its bounds. I never saw joy so strikingly expressed. Dropping on one knee, he silently received the truly inestimable boon, which he again pressed to his lips, with a mixture of tenderness and respect. Then arose: then thanked the earl in unconnected sentences; when seeing Lady Caroline so affected by the expressive kindness of a father she so greatly loves; and by the evident happiness of a man to whom—to speak in plain terms—she has long ago given her heart, that she could hardly support herself, he put one arm round her, and gently drawing her from Lord Danvers, who looked delighted, he seated her upon a sopha, and again kneeling before her, endeavoured, for her sake, to be more composed; yet expressed his happiness and acknowledgements in the tenderest and most impassioned words of language. Lady Caroline looked sweetly confused, yet lost not her native dignity, though scarce able to speak. At length, at her entreaty, Mr. Stanley arose; he then seated himself upon the sopha by her, while the almost equally happy father sat down on her other side.

 

            It is inconceivably strange that your uncle—loving this angel-daughter of his as he always did, with the greatest warmth of affection—could ever enter into such a league against her with that hideous Lord Crumpford. However when a man is possessed by the demon of gaming, there is no saying what sacrifices he will not make.

 

            But to continue my story.

 

            You are not to suppose that during the scene I have been describing, Mr. Slayton and I were absolutely mutes; though it must be confessed we spoke more by our actions than by language. I was all attention; he astonishment.

 

            When Lady Caroline first entered the room, the old gentleman was evidently struck with admiration. For a few moments he stared in silence, and then exclaimed—“An angel! if ever there was one upon earth!”

 

            Mr. Stanley’s agitation next attracted his notice. He stood absorbed till he heard him pronounce the name of Maria Birtles, and then coming to me with his eyes enlarged, cried out—“Upon my soul and so it is. How, madam—how is this! Who is that young woman now before us?”

 

            The lady you see, Mr. Slayton, said I, is Lady Caroline Pemberton; daughter to the Earl of Danvers.

 

            “Well, but how then!”—

 

            Have patience, sir, and the riddle shall be unfolded.

 

            He again was absorbed in attention till he comprehended the whole, and when he understood it, was at a loss how to express his sentiments of surprise and joy. His head was turned upon first one; then another; and he looked so pleased, that a by-stander might have judged him to have been the happiest being in the room.

 

            As to myself—I even fairly sat down and cried. However I was not observed, and being ashamed of such an expression of the interest I took in my dear Caroline’s happiness, started up and began to rally Mr. Slayton upon his former jealousy of Miss Stanley’s waiting maid, as he confessed his having been afraid of her while in that capacity, and that his fear of his godson’s forming an attachment with her, was a reason, added to some others, for his hastening him towards matrimony.

 

            This was a smiling topic with us, at times, during the whole evening: the delighted squire often saying to my cousin—“Faith, madam, I did not much like you, I can promise you. I knew—I knew you were exactly to George’s taste. Let me tell you I took more notice of you than you supposed; and faith I thought you were much too handsome for a chambermaid; and I was glad, madam, when I found you had taken your flight; little thinking I myself should so soon and so warmly join in chace of you.”

           

            The old gentlemen was vastly pleased to take occasions of bringing in those retrospective kind of ideas, which occasioned us considerable pleasantry.

 

            As soon as we were sufficiently composed, I rang for attendants, and we drank tea, after which Caroline and I went to Lady Lorimer’s, leaving the three gentlemen to settle their business; which, it seems, they did highly to the satisfaction of every party; Mr. Slayton offering in Sir Edward Stanley’s name and his own, such proposals as Lord Danvers could only object to from their too great liberality. However affairs were soon adjusted, and Mr. Slayton, who loves to dabble in law-business, minuted down the particulars, that the settlements might be engrossed as soon as possible; every one of the trio being impatient to have matters brought to a conclusion expeditiously.

 

            When we returned, Lord Danvers desired an audience of me, in which he communicated the above particulars, and I made a re-communication of them to Lady Caroline, who appeared to be almost frightened out of her wits at the idea of their driving on so hastily; and averse to the thought of returning to the drawing-room: however, partly by laughing at, and partly by soothing her, I prevailed with her to go down, where the affectionate; the tender; the respectful reception she met with from her father; Mr. Stanley, and the Squire of Oakley Hill, soon reconciled her to herself, and, at length, to their measures, and after as pleasant an evening as I ever spent in your absence, she was half prevailed upon to agree to a scheme proposed by Mr. Slayton, and seconded by the rest of us, of giving you the meeting at Oakley Hill in your return from Cumberland; therefore our time of setting out on the journey, so particularly agreeable to me (which consideration I know quickened the dear girl’s compliance) depends on your telling us when you expect to be able to reach the Squire’s mansion.

 

            When we had retired, and were about to part for the night—“Harriet—my dear Harriet!” said Caroline, with a deep sigh, “I am happy. I acknowledge myself to be happy, and yet—"

 

            Yet what, Caroline? Why yet? And why that very heavy sigh?

 

            “I cannot tell,” said she, sighing still more deeply, “but I seem oppressed.”

 

            And can you wonder at that, my dear girl? asked I. Your mind, though a lively one, is solid. Happiness, in your sense of the word, is greatly beyond mere pleasure. It does not dance upon the surface of your thoughts, but sinks into your heart, and must return from thence, before it can brighten into a smile congenial to your features. But go to bed, my dear, and try to sleep, while I spend an hour in giving Mr. Maynard the occurrences of the day past.

 

            “Well, but do not tell him how foolish I am, Harriet,” said our cousin.

 

            The condition of my compliance, returned I, must be your growing wiser.

 

            “Tell him what you will then," said she in a pet, “but he knows too much already:”—for, as you may suppose, I had informed her how it came about that Mr. Slayton brought Mr. Stanley to St. James’s Square.

 

            Apropos. The time we were gone to Lady Lorimer’s, the circumstance of Mr. Stanley's finding his own miniature at Hazle-wood Lodge; the chace, the false attribution of it led him after Lady Lucinda Harrington; his discovering it to be MARIA BIRTLES’ performance by means of the letter she sent Lady Stanley, which showed the identity of the writing, &c. &c. were all discussed by the three gentlemen; all told to me by his lordship, and by me retold to my cousin; so that the lovers perfectly understood each other, to the exclusion of every pretence to display one atom of Lady-like affectation, had Caroline been disposed to have used any. But let me do this lovely creature the justice to say she has no affectation in her nature. Pure ingenuousness presides in her disposition; yet the native delicacy of her mind raises a blush at being, by circumstances, so early obliged to make—at least a tacit confession of her partiality.

 

            When we talked over the proposed journey to Mr. Slayton’s, Lady Caroline was led by gratitude to wish (should the scheme take place) to return her thanks at Alverston, and asked my opinion as to the propriety of our calling at the Park in our way, as it would not be very much out of the line.

 

            I was pleased with the idea, and said, situated as she had been there, and accompanied by Mr. Stanley, it would, under the present circumstances, be so far from being the least inconsistent, that to avoid it she must be chargeable with affectation; false delicacy, or a strange insensibility; and I wondered it did not present itself to my consideration. I therefore promised, upon the full adoption of the plan, to lead a way for her to advance the idea, as I thought it would be best it should appear to originate with herself, it being exactly in character with the ingenuous gratitude of her temper, and would show she was above giving way to mere forms, when any thing superior demanded their being a sacrifice.

 

            At what an enormous rate have I written! How swiftly glides the pen when we are pleased with our subject, and when our hearts are with those we address.

 

            Thus doubly induced, at this time, no wonder that I know not when to stop my hand. In the absence of my dear Augustus, nothing gratifies me so much as writing to him, and no subject more interesting to us both than the happiness of our Caroline. Even now I lay down my pen unwillingly, for I have not yet told you the occurrences of this day. I intended to have written last night, after I parted from Caroline, but was too sleepy. If I have time before the post goes out, I will begin anew; if not, this shall go by itself.

 

            Till I see you, you will live continually in my thoughts. This you doubt not; well knowing you have no competitor in the heart of

                                                                                                                        YOUR HARRIET.

 

 

LETTER, XIV.

 

MISS LAWSON, TO MISS MARIA LEWIS.

 

                                                                                    Saturday, April 25th, 1789.

 

THE post-man brought letters to Alverston last evening, which have put Emma and me almost beside ourselves. Sir Charles Conway, likewise, is very much disturbed on the occasion which so greatly perplexes us. What Mr. Stanley can mean is beyond all conjecture.

 

            Sir Charles dined with us yesterday, having returned the evening before, from Harborough, where he left Miss Howard, under great affliction for her sister’s vile conduct. Just as Sir Charles reached the Hall, she received a letter from her without any date. He said she declined showing it to him, but he gathered that the expressions in it were strangely wild; and that she had vowed never to return to England.

 

            Poor vile, unhappy woman! Would she sincerely repent I would try to pity her.

 

            But, as I was telling you—Sir Charles Conway dined with us yesterday. Towards evening a letter was brought from Mr. Stanley to Emma with one enclosed for me, which she immediately gave me, and I perused with astonishment; it containing an account of his having found his Maria: but he said that I must keep his secret, he having amused his sister with a rodomontade story, as he calls it, about Lady Caroline Pemberton. I was almost petrified by the contents of this unaccountable letter. What to do I knew not, for we were altogether just set down to the tea-table.

 

            “You look grave, Charlotte,” said Lady Stanley, “but Emma smiles, or I should be alarmed.”—for it was known Miss Stanley’s packet came from George and concluded that mine did likewise.

 

            I coloured like scarlet; upon which it very fortunately entered her ladyships mind that Mr. Evelyn was the subject and she immediately exclaimed, —“Sure George has not betrayed a secret! ah Charlotte! that is a conscious blush. Tell me now, candidly, has the rogue said any thing about—But hold; if I do not take care I shall myself be the betrayer, in suspecting him.”

 

            Willing to strengthen an idea which, indeed, had some foundation—How could your ladyship, said I join in—But I will not let any body see his impertinence—putting the letter hastily into my pocket.

 

            “Mighty well Miss Charlotte,” with a significant motion of her head, said Lady Stanley; “I shall know how to deal with you by and by. But”—turning to Emma—“pray young lady what has your brother said to you?”

 

            And now Maria before I go any farther with that story, I must tell you what her ladyship meant by betraying secrets &c. Yet before this reaches you—and that vexes me not a little—you will know more than I do about the matter. You will know the real business that this man—this Mr. Evelyn—went upon into Oxfordshire: at least if this inconsistent, unaccountable creature has not given me a false alarm. I did not think of that till now. Surely Lady Stanley did write such a letter as—But how I puzzle myself! Why yes to be sure she did: for what else, could she herself mean by her suspicions! Foolish girl as I am. I began to be in a panic lest it should not be so: Yet am no less fluttered when I think that it is. Ah Maria! how I betray—how I expose myself!

 

            But attend, and you will find how awkwardly I am circumstanced.

 

            Mr. Stanley in his letter to me, intimates Mr. Evelyn’s being gone to Woodstock with credentials, as he phrases it; and hints that Lady Stanley keeps the seceret. This he mentions more explicitly to Emma; talking about a letter of introduction from her ladyship to my dear mother; but in both letters whimsically disclaims divulging the secret. Why he wrote to me, I know not; except to torment me. And tormented me he has with a vengeance, on all accounts.

 

            And is Mr. Evelyn indeed gone to Woodstock! But it must be so. O Maria, in what a flutteration is your poor foolish Charlotte! If you do not pity me, may you be paid in kind!

 

            And now, if possible will I for a time dismiss all ideas of myself and revert to the subject with which I began.

 

            “What,” asked Lady Stanley of Emma, “has your brother said to you?”

 

            “Your question, my dear madam,” replied Miss Stanley, "cannot, in a few words be answered. But give me leave, and I will read to you a part of his Epistle.”

 

            She did; and surprised us all; for it contained an account of his introduction to Lady Caroline Pemberton; of her beauty and accomplishments; of his having made his proposals in form, and of their being in form accepted. He then says the young lady has been so condescending as to accede to the proposal of coming with the party to Mr. Slayton’s to meet Mr. Maynard on his return from a journey into Cumberland; and more than so that she intimated a wish to make her compliments at Alverston in her way thither.

 

            Was there ever any thing, my dear, so astonishing. What can he mean by it! It is impossible he can expect to be believed; for even were matters in such a situation as he describes, it could not be imagined that Lady Caroline Pemberton, a perfect stranger to every one of the family at Alverston, could, under such circumstances, think of making a visit here before receiving one from them, and even previous to their having made her any written compliments. And then at so early a period! I have no patience to talk about such an inexplicability. Emma did not read to me till afterwards, that part of George’s letter which related to Mr. Evelyn, because she thought, and she thought justly, it would confuse the conversation, every one being so much taken with the strangeness of the account respecting Lady Caroline Pemberton.

 

            Lady Stanley rather looked than expressed her surprise; yet could not help saying that so early a visit was more than she expected.

 

            “From such a character as Lady Caroline’s,” said Emma, “I could not have thought it possible. Ingenuousness is a valuable quality, but—” She said no more, though she seemed rather hurt at the strange proceeding.

 

            “We must make allowances,” observed Sir Edward, “for the abruptness of George’s manner of communicating intelligence, as we all know the precipitance of his ideas. His whole letter, at least as far as Emma has read of it, seems enigmatical. What else, my dear," [to Miss Stanley] does he say?”

 

            “Nothing, sir,” replied Emma, “of importance to that subject. I have read to you every thing, except a slight hint or two to Miss Lawson, which” [smiling at me] “I reserve for her private hearing,"

 

            “We will have that by and by,” said the cheerful Sir Edward Stanley, “and I believe we had best forego any farther comments on this puzzling boy’s epistle, which perhaps was scribbled in an idle humour, with little more design than to amuse you; though it must be confessed it is not a proper theme to jest upon: but he has an exhuberance of spirits which will not always be confined within proper bounds.”

 

            Every one was silently attentive, for no one knew what to say, when Sir Edward continued—“There is one part of his letter more unintelligible than the rest. What is it he says about a witch and an ignis fatuus? I cannot comprehend his meaning?”

 

            “My dear sir,” now joined in Sir Charles, who hitherto had sat nearly silent, with looks, I thought, expressive of vexation, “at present let this matter drop. You know my friend’s vivacity. You likewise know he loves to play with the curiosity of these ladies:” [smiling upon Emma and me] “The party, of which Lady Caroline is one, may or may not be coming into Derbyshire. If not—his motive for the fabricated tale will appear. If they come—the circumstances of their inducement are, doubtless, such as will justify them to the strictest decorum, or Lady Caroline would not, I dare aver, agree to the proposal.”

 

            Every one looked upon Sir Charles with approbation, and he continued—

 

            “I will write to Mr. Stanley and request his explicitness. Let us wait his answer; and till it arrives, think no more of that part of the letter received.”

 

            Sir Charles’s motion was unanimously agreed to, and Sir Edward immediately called for what Mr. Stanley had written respecting me, which accordingly was read, and which, as you may suppose, brought them upon me without pity. However I endured it pretty well.

 

            “Not” (perhaps you will say) “much displeased.”

 

            Be that as it may—I was glad to wave the conversation from the former subject, which, from what this eccentric genius had written to me, was really irksome.

 

            When tea was over, Sir Edward, observing the evening was particularly fine, proposed a walk to Mr. Hutchinson’s, which was agreed to; Lady Stanley, therefore, and Emma went up to equip themselves. I staid below, having put on my bonnet before tea. Sir Edward went into the little study, therefore Sir Charles Conway and myself were left together.

 

            “Miss Lawson, will you tell me—”

 

            Sir Charles, have not you—We both, at the same instant, said to each other.

 

            I stopped, and at my earnest desire Sir Charles continued.

 

            “Think me not, madam, impertinent, when I request to know whether Mr. Stanley has said any thing particular to you respecting himself.”

 

            He has, sir: and let me ask, returned I, if you have not a letter from him?

 

            “I have, madam; and Lady Caroline Pemberton is not the only"—

 

            —Lady mentioned in it, interrupted your friend.

 

            “Not the only woman, Miss Lawson. As to the epithet of Lady, perhaps”—

 

            Well, we will not dispute about epithets. Maria Birtles—

 

            “Enough, madam: dare you exchange communication?”

 

            Why—why yes. I hesitatingly replied. It cannot be a breach of confidence, because I am sure you will not extend you knowledge on the subject.

 

            “Certainly not, madam. And I have the same belief in you. The peace of this admirable family is, beyond doubt, equally dear to us both.”

 

            What Mr. Stanley had written respecting Mr. Evelyn, was no more than what Emma had read, I therefore gave to Sir Charles my letter, and received his; both of which were perused with astonishment, though nearly alike in their contents.

 

            "Extremely strange!" and "Very unaccountable!"—were the exchanged exclamations at the moment of Emma’s entrance into the room. She is always quick in dressing, but was now more expeditious than usual; or else we were so earnestly engaged we heeded not the lapse of time.

 

            “What is strange? And what is unaccountable?”—asked she immediately, in an anxious tone of voice.

 

            Sir Charles, with instant collection of mind, took hold of her hands, and smilingly said—"Why, my dear Emma, we were taking the liberty of criticising a little upon the perplexing volatility of our really unaccountable friend George; who dearly loves to create a wonder.”

 

            “There is something more in this than I understand,” said she with penetrating looks, “why that heightened colour in your cheeks Charlotte? and why that perplexity in your countenance Sir Charles? Tell me I earnestly request, if you know any thing more of my brother than I do.”


            We would have evaded her question, but she would not be evasively answered, and having seen the two letters as she entered, which she said she knew were both from George, she entreated to be told the contents of, at least, that to me.

 

            Finding she could not be diverted from her purpose, we, at length, promised she should see both letters as we walked across the park; to facilitate, therefore our design, Sir Charles went forward with the truly reverend pair, while Emma and I lingered behind. Lady Stanley, as indeed we supposed she would, took it for granted I was reading George’s letter to his sister; concluding it solely related to hints respecting Mr. Evelyn. Sir Charles did not discourage this idea.

 

            As soon as we got into the Park. Emma expressed her impatience for the promised account of her brother; but I told her she must have it by degrees, as I had to ask her a few previous questions.

 

            "What can you mean Charlotte? But begin then what are they?"—hastily asked this affectionate-anxious sister.

 

            I then said—you have frequently talked to me of your Maria Birtles, and always in high terms. Give me now, in a few words, your collected opinion of this young woman.

 

            “Oh Charlotte, Charlotte!” said she with concern, “this question revives my fears. But thus I answer you—Maria Birtles is, in my estimation, one of the most extraordinary creatures I ever met with. In her person, she is beauty itself. In her understanding—bright and exalted; and her disposition is particularly sweet. In short, she is most lovely—accomplished—charming woman."

 

            You must then said I, be extremely sorry at finding she had left Alverston.

 

            "But upon one account," replied Miss Stanley, “I should have been grieved at it beyond expression.”

 

            Upon what account were you reconciled to it? asked I.

 

            “Upon my brother’s,” said she: adding—“I saw with concern his growing admiration of her shining qualities, and was alarmed for the consequence. His god-father claims, and is allowed an interest in him. The severity of my father’s father was, as you have been often told, carried into cruelty. Mr. Slayton was more than a parent to both my father and mother for many years. They therefore look up to him with gratitude. He is a good man, but whimsical and positive, and would, I was convinced, oppose George’s uniting himself to any woman circumstanced as was the one in question: for which reason I dreaded the disquiet his observation of her excellencies would probably make in the family. But for this—I could have held Maria Birtles to my heart with yourself. She chained my affection to her in the first conversation, and every hour so increased my partiality that I was impatient to demand her as a FRIEND.

 

            “I could expatiate largely on this subject, but am too anxious for your reply, to go on. What Miss Lawson have you to unfold?”

 

            Prepare yourself for an affecting surprise, answered I, and read these two letters from your brother—putting into her hands, mine and Sir Charles Conway’s.

 

            To tell you how often Emma interrupted herself during her perusal of these strange epistles, would enlarge my packet beyond due bounds. She was both astonished and affected to an extreme degree, and lamented—first her brother’s unpardonable proceeding; then the danger which she feared Maria Birtles was in; yet doubted not her standing firm against all seducement.

 

            That you may be better able to judge of her emotions, I enclose a copy of the letters in question.

 

            Miss Stanley’s fervent affection for her brother—the purity of her own principles—her great regard for Maria, and the vexation this affair would probably introduce at Alverston—all conspired to distress her. When she read what George said about “his charmer’s” never being Mrs. Stanley, yet that he would not marry any other, astonished her; as well it might; and it was with difficulty she composed herself enough to prevent any suspicion of her being so greatly affected. But at length she was a little calm, and determined to endeavour to wait the effect of Sir Charles’s letter with patience. I asked her if she ever thought Maria Birtles saw Mr. Stanley’s attention to her. She said she thought it could not escape her. Next I enquired whether she imagined she observed it with any degree of satisfaction.

 

            Maria had, she told me, professed herself to be unprepossessed when she came into Derbyshire: "Is it probable then, Charlotte,” continued this fond sister, “that such a distinguishing woman could see the partiality of such a man as my brother is, with eyes of indifference? It is not in nature,” added she; “Maria Birtles must have been sensible of George’s attention, and though she is, I believe, destitute of hereditary distinction—of fortune and connexion—incidental advantages, generally held in too high estimation by those who possess them—I would receive her as my sister with open arms; and I doubt not but my father and mother would accept her for a daughter, when they came to consider, with that equity which distinguishes them, all the attending circumstances. But Mr. Slayton would be ever averse. And then this Lady Caroline Pemberton—My dear Charlotte! I am greatly distressed. But let us walk forward. Our so long lingering may create some suspicion.

 

            “To the Almighty I pray to preserve Maria in safety; my brother in honor, and our family in peace.”

 

            I fervently joined her; we hastened after the party before us, and proceeded to Mrs. Hutchinson’s, from whence we returned just in time for supper; very soon after which we separated; Sir Charles Conway, Emma and myself retiring to our pens, that our letters might be ready for the post, which goes from hence early to-morrow morning.

           

            Miss Stanley now summons me away. She has finished her task, and will not permit my writing any longer. She says she wants to talk about her brother, though she does not know to what purpose.

 

            I therefore, my dear Maria, abruptly bid you adieu.

                                                                                                                                                C.L.

 

LETTER, XV.

 

SIR C. CONWAY, TO GEORGE STANLEY, ESQ.

                                                                        Alverston, Saturday, April the 25th.

 

NOTwithstanding your prohibition, my dear George, I must write half a score lines upon the subject of your last very inexplicable epistle; but I will not preach, as you would term my remonstrating, I will only pray, beg, supplicate that you will develope the mystery in your last.

 

            Your sister, by accident, has seen your letter to me, and likewise that which you wrote to Miss Lawson. This was not intended, but was, at last, unavoidable. Of consequence she is greatly anxious on your account; though she can hardly be more so than I am.

 

            I forbear to make any comments on particular passages: I forbear—but with great difficulty—to request you will not involve yourself, and every one you love best, in perplexity and wretchedness irremediable, for the gratification of reprehensible inclinations.

 

            You will not complain of my treating you with severity; but you will know, by the calmness I endeavour to assume, how sincerely I am concerned at what you have written.

 

            Pity me, George; and write to me immediately.

 

                                                                                                            CHARLES CONWAY.

 

 

LETTER, XVI.

 

MR. MAYNARD, TO MRS. MAYNARD.

 

                                                                                    Saturday, April 25th.

 

            MY DEAREST HARRIET,

I Wrote to you on Wednesday from Kildwick. I now write from Penryth, but I am in so much haste to finish my business, that I cannot spare time for any particulars. Beyond my expectation, I have been successful, and mean to leave this place on Monday; reach Kildwick (where I hope to find some letters from you) onWednesday, and on Friday, call at Oakley Hill, though not with much expectation of seeing its possessor. However, I intend to call; and for this reason amongst others—I wish you to direct a letter to be left for me there, as I shall then have more certainty of receiving it than if ordered to be left at an inn.

 

            I have many things to tell you, but have no leisure; yet cannot omit giving you and Caroline the satisfaction of knowing that the good Kildwick Divine has consented to Miss Bromley’s making you a visit at our house in Leicestershire, and as he has given up his school to a neighbouring clergyman, I have some hope that he will accompany her. The plan is to be finally settled at my return.

 

            I wish I could translate this excellent man to a richer benefice; but if any of either the earl's or mine should become vacant, I quere if he could easily be persuaded to leave his present situation. The consideration most likely to prevail with him would be, that the living he at this time possesses would, upon his relinquishing it, be given the worthy man—Mr. Yates—to whom he has resigned his school; he having but a slender income to support a large family. As to the advantage his removal might be of to his Alethea—it would not weigh with him, as he does not wish her to be too much modernized; nor does he desire to increase her fortune beyond its present bounds: and he still persists in calling Lord Danvers' acknowledgment a preposterous one. However, I have made him promise never again to talk upon the subject.

 

            Mrs. Pemberton enters into very gay life. Her reform is, I fear, at some distance.

 

            But I must, my Harriet, bid you adieu, as I every minute expect the lawyers to make a final settlement.

 

            Give my love to Caroline, and remember me duly to his lordship. Tell him I cannot give him any particulars till I shall be so happy as to see him.

 

                                                                                    Ever, my dearest girl, your faithful

                                                                                                            AUGUSTUS MAYNARD.

 

LETTER, XVII.

 

MISS MARIA LEWIS, TO MISS STANLEY.

 

                                                            Woodstock, twenty-fifth day of fourth month.

 

THY letter, my dearest Emma, enclosed in our Charlotte’s, reached me yesterday. I will first thank thee for thy friendly invitation to Alverston, which I hope ere long to be able to accept, as my dear aunt Stanhope seemeth to be getting quite hearty, for which my bosom beateth with gratitude.

 

            We undoubtedly ought always to hold ourselves in readiness to resign to their better inheritance our nearest connexions; yet oh Emma! what a pang would fix in the heart of thy Maria were her beloved aunt to be soon summoned to another world.

 

            But I will not indulge this theme: thy letter calleth for a livelier reply.

           

            And so our Charlotte is fairly caught, since she left this harmless region, in the traps of love! At this rate, who is safe? I did not, when she went from Woodstock, expect she would so soon have parted with her heart. But so it is: and, Emma, I must confess she hath every excuse that a woman can have for submitting to the bondage, as from account, and from appearance, Herbert Evelyn is well calculated to promote her happiness. My aunt is particularly pleased with him. She sayeth he cometh up to her highest expectation.

 

            I need not say more to confirm to thee that his errand into Oxfordshire was to solicit the approbation of her mother and aunt to his wish of offering himself to their Charlotte. He did solicit it, and he likewise obtained it. The enclosed letter from Friend Lawson to her daughter, will let thee into particulars. To answer thy request of being first informed of the affair, I am permitted to send it under cover to thee.

 

            Thou knowest not, Emma, how sincerely I have participated of the happiness thou hast experienced since thy return to Alverston. The character of Charles Conway prepossesseth every one in his favor, and giveth a probable hope that thy happiness will continue. The poor—the once wretched—instrument of the discovery which so much affected thee (Polly Fenton) is now in a comfortable situation. Friend Eleanor Lawson, with a charity which doth honour to her name, hath taken her to wait upon her in the room of her Peggy, who is married to William Rush; the servant that lived with Doctor Griffith, when thou wert last at Woodstock, and whom the Doctor hath made his clerk upon the death of poor old Roger.

 

            Polly sayeth she is now as happy as she can ever expect to be in this world. Her spirits, at times, are very low; more, I hope, the effect of remorse for what she hath done, than of regret for the gay life she hath quitted.

 

            We cannot, thou knowest, my dear Emma, form infallible opinions of the human heart; but as far as we may judge from appearances, Polly Fenton is a real proselyte to virtue. She is not officious to talk of the past, nor doth she decline it, when, for good reasons, she is called to it by those whom she hath cause to think her real friends. In her dress she is greatly soberized, without being reminded of the necessity of any alteration. Her understanding is a very good one, and her disposition naturally agreeable; therefore I have strong hope she may some time hence be as much an example, as she has hitherto been a warning, to her sex.

 

            My aunt desireth her love to thee; and she likewise requesteth thine excellent mother to accept her respects and her thanks for the invitation her Maria hath received to visit Alverston, which she hath given her liberty to accept in a few weeks.

 

            The reason of my not being immediately able to set out for Derbyshire, where so large a piece of my heart is confined, is on account of a promise my aunt gave the Harleys, that she and I should spend some days with them at Stanton, after their return from Leicestershire, (where they have been upon a visit to Henry Colville) if nothing unexpected should prevent us; upon which Sally Harley engaged an old acquaintance of mine—Eliza Brewster—to give me, at her house, a meeting.

 

            And now, my dear Emma, farewel. I will not at this time write to Charlotte, as her mother hath sent her such a packet: but tell her I congratulate her very sincerely; though a little concerned at the probability of her soon leaving Woodstock; for I apprehend Herbert Evelyn will not delay to secure his jewel.

 

                                                                        Thine, my dear friend, in sincerity,

MARIA LEWIS.

 

LETTER, XVIII.

 

MRS. LAWSON, TO MISS LAWSON.

 

                                                                        Woodstock, Saturday, April 25th.

 

AS my dear Charlotte is already in expectation of the subject upon which I am going to write, I will instantly begin with it, by telling her Mr. Evelyn arrived here yesterday morning, and did not leave us till this day after dinner; when he went to Oxford.

 

            Notwithstanding I am exceedingly obliged to Lady Stanley, as, with my affectionate compliments, I desire you will tell her, for the very agreeable letter of intelligence she sent me by him—it was I think almost unnecessary, as his appearance so instantly confirmed to both your aunt and myself, the ideas we had imbibed of him from your occasional descriptions: I mean of his mind, for of his person, prepossessing as it is, I remember you scarce ever made any mention; a circumstance I reflect upon with much pleasure.

 

            That Mr. Evelyn has our full approbation, it would, after what I have said, be superfluous to add.

 

            With respect to rank and fortune indeed—you might probably do what is called better; but in our estimation not so well. Shall I at this time observe upon the particulars which in general constitute happy marriages? or point out with what sentiments a young woman ought to enter into conjugal life? No; I need not: my Charlotte has not now this lesson to learn. She has often heard our opinion upon these important subjects.

 

            Mr. Evelyn has nothing more in his possession at present than the Alverston living, which, however, is an exceeding good one; but this, as you probably know, he means to resign upon the death of the Hawthorn-Grove Rector; Sir Charles Conway having already secured to him the next presentation to that benefice, which is, it seems, nearly the same in value, but which he would prefer, as he thinks it would be more pleasant to you to live near Lady Conway elect.

 

            “Then you will not,” said my sister Eleanor to him, smiling, “be a monopolist?”

 

            “Not upon any account, madam,” said he, “where the benefices are so large; and I hope my determination upon that point meets your approbation.”

 

            Having perfectly satisfied him on this head—he added that he could not think it would be consistent with the principles of Sir Edward Stanley to have the living of Alverston united with that of Hawthorn Grove, though he had forborne from sentiments he believed, of delicacy, to speak to him upon that head; but he—Mr. Evelyn—had requested Sir Charles Conway to mention the particulars to Sir Edward in his absence, and to ask him to excuse his intention of relinquishing Alverston, if it should be that he survived the Hawthorn-Grove Rector.

 

            Need I tell you how much pleased your aunt and I were with this mode of conduct!

 

            We now proceeded, taking it for granted you were not averse to this good young man, [Were we right, Charlotte?] to the article of fortune; upon which we very soon came to an agreement.

 

            Mr. Evelyn’s father has an estate of fourteen hundred a year; two only of which were settled upon his lady; therefore over the other twelve he has absolute power, which it is to be feared he will not use much to the interest of this his only child by his first wife, having lately married a young woman much beneath him in every respect.

 

            When we informed our visitant of the considerable sum you were already possessed of, and what we farther intended should be yours, he was evidently surprised and uneasy; having, I am persuaded, no idea of your being mistress of half that sum, as indeed he afterwards affirmed; adding, that had he been rightly informed on that particular, he should have been deterred from his present pursuit from many considerations; a principal one—lest the professions of his affection should have been suspected to be interested.

 

            Upon this point we had some conversation not unpleasing to two mothers—for surely your aunt well deserves the title—anxious for the happiness of a beloved child deserving their tenderest attention.

 

            I will not now, Charlotte, enlarge upon this subject.

 

            Yesterday I had a letter from Lady Blurton, and a strange one it is, telling me your sister has received a particular address from the Honorable Benjamin Tupps, brother to her late lord, which she seems to think an honor not to be refused, though the gentleman, more than twice her age, has scarce an independency, and is much too high to think of encreasing his fortune by any commercial method. It would doubtless be very convenient to him to marry Rachel, but it is a matter from which (though at her own importunity we might be induced to give our consent) we must ever, I fear, with-hold our approbation. I have written to her ladyship, and likewise to your sister, my opinion with more unreserve than may be approved; but on such an occasion as this, what is falsely termed politeness, ought to give way to higher considerations.

 

            I cannot help being somewhat surprised that a young woman of Rachel Lawson’s really good understanding should attend to such an address as that which employed Lady Blurton’s pen. But I will endeavour to dismiss from my thoughts this subject till I hear from your sister; as I cannot but think what I have said upon it will be effectual.

 

            I must not forget to tell you that Mrs. Cartright was here last Monday and desired she might be remembered to you with particularity.

 

            Mr. Epsom is returned to Mowbray. His sister is gone to Exeter.

 

            Mrs. Kemble means to continue at Summerfield, having taken under her tutorage Miss Morton and Miss Lucy Wyatt. She mentioned, some time since, to two or three of her friends, her having a wish to take a couple of young girls, of good families, from the age of ten to fourteen, to teach reading; writing; arithmetic; grammar; geography, and music; and to instruct them in the manners of polite life. Her wish was immediately answered; for as soon as Lady Morton and Mrs. Wyatt heard her sentiments, they requested her to take a daughter from each of them, which she did, and manages them in the cleverest manner possible. She instructs them to use the pen with the greatest facility. Their writing tasks are in the form of letters to herself and to each other; their subjects various; but frequently on grammar, geography and astronomy. She often makes them exercise themselves in dancing but thinks they can be better taught this accomplishment at a school where there are many pupils, and as there is a tolerable good one in the neighbourhood, she attends it with them.

 

            I never saw a mode of instruction I so greatly approve. If the children continue under her care for any length of time, they will, I think, be highly polished. She does not treat them like scholars, but as daughters of her own; and the affection they have for her is very observable.

 

            I wish more people in Mrs. Kemble’s situation and with her abilities, would employ themselves to the same exemplary purpose. It would be a universal benefit to the female sex. Had I a girl to educate and chose not to undertake the charge, I should think myself happy in finding a Mrs. Kemble to entrust her with.

 

            Miss Lewis is to give you an account of Polly Fenton. I will not, therefore, say any more about her than that we have great hopes of her future well-doing.

 

            You will, my Charlotte, remember us in the highest terms of affection and respect to all at Alverston; and will believe me to be, with the tenderest sentiments,

                                                                                                your fondly anxious mother,

                                                                                                            ELIZABETH LAWSON.

 

            Your aunt insists upon your acceptance of the enclosed bank-note, and bids me to charge you not to be too good an œconomist.

 

LETTER, XIX.

 

MR. STANLEY, TO SIR CHARLES CONWAY.

 

                                                                                    London, Monday, April 27th.

 

YOUR letter, my dear Charles, is now received. I was just going to write to my sister; but a reply to yours, will answer all my purposes.

 

            Set your heart at rest. I mean to be a good boy. Let this suffice. It is not now in my power to unriddle my last, were I inclined; which I more than half am, on account of the evident anxiety of your friendly scrip. But have patience till Thursday. On that day I hope to see you. Tell this to my father; my mother, and the girls: and tell them, likewise, that I am to be honored by the company of the Earl of Danvers; Lady Caroline Pemberton; Mrs. Maynard, and my ungovernable godfather. Our plan is to reach the Park by dinner; sleep there on Thursday evening, and the next day trundle to Oakley-Hill; our party I hope enlarged by the happy one now at Alverston; which I conclude you conspire to compose.

 

            Need I assure you, of the sincerity of my meaning in the above? No: I will not. If you hesitate in believing me—go and be hanged.

 

            Evelyn is just arrived. He intended setting out for Derbyshire on Wednesday, but I have, partly by threats, partly by entreaty, prevailed upon him to stay till Thursday and accompany us down. He therefore sends a letter to his witch by the messenger I dispatch with this, who is to take answers, and with them meet us at Leicester on Wednesday evening. Herbert and I are both upon tip-toe; but I think I am the veriest fool of the two. I believe I have never shut my mouth since I saw you last; being always either laughing or singing; except I now and then draw my lips to a whistle.

 

            But do not think I shall write any longer. I shall not indeed.

 

            I have a prodigious regard for you Conway, but—but I am mad—that is all.

Fare you well.

                                                                                                            GEORGE STANLEY.

 

 

LETTER, XX.

 

MRS. MAYNARD, TO AUGUSTUS MAYNARD, ESQ.

                                                                                                Monday, April the 27th.

 

THE information, my dear Augustus which your letter has this instant afforded, respecting your return, fixes our determination to leave London early on Wednesday; to proceed that day to Leicester, where we mean to sleep; to continue next morning our route to Alverston Park, and on the Friday, post to Oakley-Hill to meet him who presides over my every wish. As it is probable—or at least possible—that you may be at the place of assignation before we can reach it, I send this letter to detain you till our arrival, as it would be a horrid baulk should you escape us. I shall moreover send James on Thursday to your Mansfield Inn; lest by any means, this should be miscarried.

 

            That you have received my packet of Wednesday’s date, I take for granted. If not, you will wonder what I am writing about; therefore in a few words let me lead you to expect at Oakley-Hill Lord Danvers; Lady Caroline; Sir Edward, Lady, Mr. and Miss Stanley; Miss Lawson; Mr. Evelyn; Sir Charles Conway and your Harriet; escorted by the Squire of the mansion, who engages for our being accompanied by the party at Alverston. I need not to this information, add that of the present state of our affairs. These arrangements will let you into the whole at once. However as I have a bit of spare time, and as you may want some amusement before we reach you, I will allow my pen to wander half an hour.

 

            Ever since my last, we have been wonderous happy. Caroline—our beloved Caroline is now all herself; and I verily think grows more and more handsome every day. Without any dispute she is one of the finest, if not the finest creature in the kingdom; and of this Mr. Stanley seems perfectly persuaded, for never did I see a man more completely fascinated.

 

            I made a most abominable mistake the other day which our cousin has hardly yet forgiven.

 

            After an agreeable evening spent at the earl’s, where the conversation (began by his lordship) turned upon Lady Caroline's leaving Berkley Square; her going to Dover; disastrous sail, &c, it was earnestly requested by Mr. Stanley that he might see the account she herself gave of it in her letters to me; it having been said that she had written of it minutely. With her permission, Mr. Stanley having secured the earls vote in his favor, I promised to look it out down to the period of her going to Alverston, and put it into his hands. He petitioned for the remainder of the letters soon but this grant was peremptorily denied.

 

            Some after this was settled, we parted for the night: the gentlemen being next day to dine with us (for our party has been almost inseparable ever since last Tuesday:) however the young one arrived to breakfast, being impatient for the promised letters, which Caroline and I the night before had parcelled out; dividing one of them, so that the detail he was to receive closed just before the introduction of himself; which, you may remember, you smiled at, as it was ushered in by a supposed question of yours, relative to Sir Edward’s having a son as well as the daughter she had been describing; and was followed by Caroline’s confession of partiality, and indeed with every circumstance down to her leaving Alverston in a pet on receiving the intelligence of Mr. Stanley's being gone in pursuit of Lady Lucinda Harrington.

 

            These last I wrapped up by themselves and as I thought, put them into a drawer in my escritoir. However I was mistaken, for I secured the others, and gave to Mr. Stanley at breakfast, those which were prohibited. He very gratefully received and put them into his pocket; and Caroline and I being under an engagement, to Miss Delwin, took the opportunity of our absence to peruse them.

 

            He says he did not at first comprehend the mistake; acknowledges that when it appeared he ought not to have read on, and believes, had we been at home, he should have set the matter right immediately; but as that was not the case, and being forcibly attacked by an ardent desire to know his Caroline’s continued sentiments of him, the monitions of conscience were unheeded, and indeed till he had finished, so enchanted was he by what he read, that he did not perfectly consider the reprehensibleness of his perseverance.

 

            I felt the force of his excuse, and though I did not exculpate him, made great allowances for what he had done; but did not chuse to tell him so.

 

            As soon as we returned from Miss Delwin’s, Caroline went up to her dressing-room, I to seek Mr. Stanley, when the foregoing explanation took place, upon which I gave him a very hearty scold, yet could not help smiling at the uncommon expressions of happiness which appeared in his countenance, while he was professing his concern for having read what he ought to have shut his eyes against. Encouraged, I suppose, by my smile, he took hold of both my hands, and looking earnestly in my face, asked me what I really thought I should have done under the same circumstances.

 

            Suppressed, I hope, my inclination, replied I, or afterwards have been very severe upon myself for my faulty indulgence.

 

            He owned he had been blameable, yet acknowledged he could hardly repent; such extreme happiness had he reaped from the perusal of the forbidden lines; but he begged with such earnestness that Lady Caroline might not be apprized of the mistake, lest she should be pained, however unnecessarily, at the idea of his having seen her sentiments, that I almost forgave what he had done on account of the delicacy of this request; and we agreed to keep the secret to ourselves; therefore I stepped up-stairs for the other packet, that he might peruse what Caroline expected he had seen, before he met with her.

 

            However after I left him, I, upon consideration, concluded it would be best for her to know what had happened, that she might conduct herself accordingly; fearing, if it were hidden from her, her naturally ingenuous mind might be liable to the charge of affectation. I therefore acquainted her with the circumstance in full, which, as I apprehended, pained her beyond expressing; but I summoned a whole string of arguments, which I enforced with the recollection that he would not know she was privy to the event; and then looking over with her the letters he had perused, and observing upon the delicacy of her expressions through the whole, she was, at length, somewhat reconciled to what had happened, though it left a kind of a timid, apprehensive air upon her countenance.

 

            I was not quite satisfied with myself for coinciding with Mr. Stanley, that Caroline ought not to know this business, yet as soon as I parted from him went and informed her of it. However, I seriously acted to the best of my judgment; and, perhaps, it is better it should be thus than otherwise.

 

            When Mr. Stanley met Caroline, I was charmed with the delicacy of his manner; and she, I know, observed it to his advantage. He approached her with rather more distance than ordinary; but I saw restrained rapture dancing in his eyes. I almost think his behaviour must have half reconciled our fair cousin to the mistake of the morning. In a very pathetic manner he touched upon the contents of the letters she had allowed him to see. “But how,” said he, “must I manage to be sorry that the events happened which carried you to Alverston?”

 

            The lovely girl blushed, and most gracefully looked down. Just before dinner they had half an hour’s conversation, which Lady Caroline owned to me to be a very agreeable one. It began with the pleasure all at Alverston would receive from seeing Maria Birtles in Lord Danvers’ daughter.

 

            Mr. Slayton has been so industrious, that whenever the parties are agreed to conclude their comedy, the writings can be finished at a short warning. Caroline is a little vexed at what she calls this unnecessary haste, but the old Squire will not be impeded in his motions.

 

            About an hour since, Mr. Stanley’s servant brought a little parcel directed to my cousin, upon opening which, we found a neat shagreen case containing a gold medallion. Upon one side was an elegant pearl basket, filled with small flowers, which were entirely composed of various coloured jewels. I never saw any thing of the kind more beautiful. On the back side, a cypher of G S was neatly engraved. We admired it some minutes without perceiving its greatest beauty, when touching a spring, the head of which was a table-diamond, the medallion opened, and our eyes were presented with that identical miniature of Mr. Stanley, which Lady Caroline dropped at the ball at Hazle-wood Lodge. It was set in plain gold without ornament, and underneath it were written the following lines:

 

            “Accept, fair Excellence, this little piece,

            “More valued than the brightest tints of Greece.

            “By thee portrayed, my face receives a glow

            “Superior to what GAINSB’ROUGH bestow.

            “Charmed with my form—thus honored by thy art—

            Narcissus like—I gaze and loose my heart.”

 

            I must own this little piece of gallantry pleased me mightily. Lord Danvers was with us when the present arrived, and insisted upon it that Lady Caroline should sit for a picture of the same size; which he would order to be enjewelled for Mr. Stanley.

 

            There is not, I think, in the kingdom a more magnificently-minded man than this uncle of yours, who now shows himself in his own colours; being, as he affirms, more happy than he ever was before.

 

            Apropos—Lord Crumpford had a most complete dressing the other day at the London Tavern, in the presence of upwards of twenty gentlemen of high rank.

 

            By some means or other, the whole story respecting Lady Caroline and poor Thomas William Pemberton was inserted in the St. James’s Chronicle, with every circumstance, and indeed every aggravation, that could be given. It was said this precious ornament to the English nobility now refuses to pay for the board of the poor lad whom he trimmed out as the heir of the earldom; yet a conjecture is offered that he is actually married in private to his daughter. I could almost wish this latter circumstance were true; for the girl is said to inherit very exactly her father’s disposition, which an education under his own eye has ripened to maturity. An intimation is given, that at any rate he is his son; but whether naturally or legally, is the question. A third insinuation is his own marriage with Mrs. Pemberton, in order to secure her secrecy; but that he knows how to invalidate engagements of this kind, and to silence the complainant.

 

            I cannot imagine who it is that can have done all this: for it must be a person intimately acquainted with the truth, though it is given in this suppositious manner. Be it who it will, it has pulled the town about, him, as he cannot deny the great circumstances. It seems he had not read this paper when he went to the meeting, else he certainly would not have ventured out. I am told there was quite an uproar upon his appearance. None of the gentlemen would stay in his company. He was therefore desired to quit the room, but refused; endeavouring to brave it out, till at length our old friend the admiral, no longer master of his temper said some very severe things which produced from Lord Crumpford the most abusive language, upon which the admiral went up to him; took him by the nose, by which he led him to the door, and then kicked him out of the room; all which this infamous poltroon—you know he always bore the character of a coward—took very patiently, and sneaked off to a hackney coach, into which he jumped with the utmost expedition, and was driven away (doubtless according to his own desire) with great velocity.

 

            So much for this rascally lord, whom I hope I shall never more see near me. I feel myself greatly gratified by this disgrace of his; with the account of which I will conclude my letter; subscribing to the unnecessary assertion of my being ever yours, the name of

 

                                                                                                            HARRIET MAYNARD.

 

 

LETTER, XXI.

 

MISS LAWSON, TO MISS MARIA LEWIS.

 

                                                                                                Alverston, April 30th.

 

MARIA, we are all here in the utmost astonishment. I can hardly arrange my ideas sufficiently to give you any tolerable account of the events this day has produced. Such a tale! where to begin I know not. But I will try to let you into the light of things if I can; first preparing you to expect that this will be a very incoherent letter; pieced, probably, in twenty places; for I cannot this day spare you more than a quarter of an hour together, upon any account.

 

            Yesterday—for I must go back—Yesterday—no, Tuesday I mean, the post-man brought your very agreeable packet; which I should be pleased to expatiate upon, had I leisure. Tell my dear, dear mother—tell my aunt, that I am greatly obliged by the contents of the letter I received. O Maria! I dare not say how much I am obliged, because—because—I cannot. Every line was pleasing to me. I will confess it, and I would have made the confession sooner, but that I was stung upon my right hand last Sunday by a poor little bee which, unheedingly, I crushed upon the green-house window. For two or three days it was swelled and very painful. I could scarce move my fingers; and this prevented my immediately writing to Woodstock my grateful acknowledgements.

 

            And now for the tale which caused, at the beginning of this sheet, my expressions of surprise.

 

            The weather being yesterday rather cloudy, though not wet, we determined to spend the day within-doors, and accordingly sat down after breakfast in the library, but I being unable to do any work, was deputed to read to Lady Stanley and Emma. We had not sat long before we saw Sir Charles Conway’s carriage driven up the great avenue, and he soon entered the room with rather a serious air, which he presently accounted for by reading a letter he had received from Mr. Stanley (in reply to his remonstrating one) by a special messenger whom he brought with him to Alverston; the man having orders to return to Leicester that evening with an answer.

 

            He likewise brought one for me Maria, which I will first tell you the purport of, that the mention of it may not, afterwards interfere with my story.

 

            It was, my dear, from Mr. Evelyn; the substance of it his visit—his successful visit to Woodstock. He then in a most delicate and tender manner—But I will enclose it for the perusal of your happy circle, for two reasons. First because I am in haste to write on; and lastly and chiefly, because I cannot do it full justice by dissection. I have in compliance (as you will see) with his earnest request given it an answer, the copy of which I will enclose likewise, and hope it will not be disapproved. My endeavour was to be as candid as delicacy would allow; yet I could not Maria be quite, quite unreserved; nor could I help expressing a little surprise at the confessed purport of his journey into Oxfordshire.

 

            And so much for this subject at present.

 

            Mr. Stanley in his letter to Sir Charles Conway, makes some apology for having given him any concern; bids him be easy till Thursday, when he hopes to see him at Alverston, and tells him he shall be accompanied by the earl of Danvers; Lady Caroline Pemberton; Mrs. Maynard; Mr. Slayton, and Mr. Evelyn, who intended to have been down as yesterday, but whom he had persuaded to stay and attend the party. He then intimates that they will expect our going with them, the next day, to Oakley Hill.

 

            It is in vain Maria to attempt describing the wonder we were all in at this unexpected, unrequested visit. It seemed mighty odd that such a lady as Lady Caroline Pemberton, should condescend, under such circumstances, to be the first to seek the acquaintance; and that she should be countenanced in it by relations of such consequence. We could not but look upon it as somewhat forward. However Emma, Sir Charles and I suppressed, in some measure, our sentiments till we were by ourselves, and then we conjectured till we were tired, without coming to any conclusion; but we dispatched the messenger with the letters, and then made what little preparations were necessary to receive, and likewise to accompany them to Oakley-Hill. During the remainder of the day, this ensuing visit engrossed our conversation. We sometimes determined to drop the subject, but it again and again insensibly arose till our party seperated for the night, and then it was revived between Emma and me.

 

            This morning, (not knowing how early in the day they might be with us, as they intended to sleep, which they did, last night at Leicester) Emma and I arose rather sooner than usual, and, having dressed ourselves, went down to breakfast, when it was proposed by Sir Charles and agreed to by all, that he and I (we having both been introduced to the two ladies, and Sir Charles to the earl) should go down into the garden upon the first sight of the carriages that we might receive and accompany the visiters into the drawing-room. Accordingly about one o’clock (previous orders having been given for that purpose) a servant announcing the distant approach of equipages, which it was conjectured could be none but those expected, down into the garden, attended by the baronet, I went, where having walked a few minutes a most elegant landau, followed by a very handsome coach and a chaise, approached the outward front gates, and were in an instant at the door of the saloon. Sir Charles and I were already upon the steps when Mr. Stanley sprang from the first carriage and handed out the ladies, whom, with his usual grace, and with even more than usual vivacity sparkling in his countenance, he introduced to me and the baronet; or strictly speaking, I believe he presented us to them. Mr. Evelyn followed the ladies out of the landau. His address to me was graceful and dignified. I felt myself at once relieved from the awkwardness I had apprehended. Sir Charles Conway’s reception of him was more than brotherly.

 

            While these salutations were passing the landau made way for the coach; out of which came Lord Danvers and Mr. Slayton, and having made our mutual compliments, the earl led Mrs. Maynard; Mr. Slayton conducted Lady Caroline, and Mr. Stanley handed me—Sir Charles and Mr. Evelyn following—into the drawing-room.

 

            And now Maria endeavour to form to yourself the surprise we all experienced (after the earl and Mrs. Maynard had been introduced by Mr. Stanley, who had quitted me upon our entrance into the room) when upon Mr. Slayton’s leading up the lovely, blushing, sparkling Lady Caroline Pemberton, Lady Stanley, in advancing to receive her, started and stopped; then hastening to her, and throwing her arms around her, exclaimed—“My dear, lovely girl!—my often regretted Maria! But who is it”—continued she, as if recollecting all circumstances, and partly withdrawing from Lady Caroline’s returning embrace, as she seemed going to speak—“that I have now had the pleasure to salute?”

 

            "Give me leave, my dear madam,” said Mr. Stanley stepping between them and taking the lovely creature’s hand, while we stood gazing in wonder—“to have the supreme felicity of restoring to you your lost Maria Birtles in the person of Lady Caroline Pemberton, who has been generously impatient to see and to thank you for the protection she found at Alverston, though by taking refuge here, she laid upon us the highest of all obligations.”

 

            Can you guess, my dear girl, the astonishment which all we, who were not in the secret, were seized with on hearing that the Maria Birtles of whom we had so often talked as a servant, was no less a person than Lady Caroline Pemberton! Our eyes were enlarged by surprise, and we all looked upon each other as if we knew not what to say.

 

            Lady Stanley, ever present to herself, was immediately collected, and having re-embraced Lady Caroline, led her to Sir Edward, saying to Mr. Stanley—“Let me, my dear son, have the pleasure of presenting this admirable lady to your father, who always greatly—more greatly than at the time I dare tell you, George—observed and admired Maria Birtles.”

 

            Lady Stanley smiled as she spoke, and her smile conveyed the intelligence of her having seen Mr. Stanley’s partiality for the beautiful refugee, who blushed at the intimation, and looked sweetly confused, while Sir Edward, with the vivacity and politeness so natural to him, confirmed his lady’s sentiments.

 

            Emma now claimed Lady Caroline’s more immediate attention; and greatly interesting to the by-standers was the evident happiness they mutually experienced; expressed in the warmest language of genuine friendship.

 

            I cannot, Maria, tell you half the polite and agreeable things which were said from one to another upon this occasion. It was long before any thing arose which could be called conversation. Some very pleasing salutations passed between the earl; Sir Edward and Lady Stanley, who were joined by Mr. Slayton. The old Squire seemed all joy, and called for the congratulations of every one present upon his having found a god-daughter, as he says he shall always call Mr. Stanley’s wife, to the great confusion of Lady Caroline, who was not prepared for such an early explanation as now in some measure necessarily took place.

 

            "Let me tell you, cousin,” says the old gentleman to Lady Stanley, "I did not much like your fine chambermaid. Faith! I thought her too—too—you understand me—to be thrown into the boy’s view. I thought the bait was much too tempting, faith! Or else it was like showing a lamb to a lyon."

 

            To this delicate speech of Mr. Slayton’s, Mr. Stanley bowed, and ironically thanked him, and to relieve Lady Caroline, respectfully led her up to Sir Charles Conway, saying—“Permit me, madam, once more to present to you my friend from early years, for whom you already know my sentiments. As for you, my dear Conway—the happiness I see you experience on the present occasion, adds to that which I before enjoyed. Forgive me that I suffered you to remain till now in perplexity. Yet, Charles, you deserved it for your former saucy epithets”—alluding it seems to Sir Charles’ having taunted Mr. Stanley about “his sister’s waiting-maid.”

 

            "It was well for the strength of my arguments”—with a polite and pleasing air returned the baronet—“that I knew not your inducements; as however much I might have wished you to have guarded your heart, consciousness would have forbid my expecting you to remain insensible: indeed the impossibility of a defence would have kept me silent.”

 

            The company now, for a few minutes, divided into groupes. The four elders made one: Mrs. Maynard; her lovely cousin; the brother and the sister, with Sir Charles Conway, constituted another; and Mr. Evelyn drew me to one of the bow-windows, where a short conversation ensued, which I will give you, Maria, in some other opportunity. Its effect was to set me perfectly at ease, and to give, I believe, some relief to himself.

 

            And now for a few words to account for Lady Caroline’s having sought protection at Alverston Park. Her being driven from Berkley Square, we were apprized of by Major Carrington; and likewise that she had entered on board a ship for some part of the coast of France: but the Major knew not that she was thrown, by a dreadful storm, upon the Hampshire shore, where she was, at length, safely landed. After this event she went to London, to very private lodgings; and in a short time, by means of the late Mrs. Douglas of Grosvenor Square, she procured a recommendation to Miss Stanley.

 

            Thus Maria have I ended my tale, which I am sure has been very interesting to my dear friends at Woodstock, about whom Lady Caroline several times in the course of the day enquired with affectionate expressions of respect. To my Maria she requested to be mentioned with the kindest remembrance. The earl, likewise desired his compliments to every one of those I so often think of in Oxfordshire.

 

            It is now past midnight. I have written till my fingers ache; therefore will forbear to give any farther account of one of the most pleasant days in which I ever existed. Every mortal present seemed happy beyond description. Mrs. Maynard, indeed, who is extremely lively, affected to be disconsolate because, to use her own expression, she was swain-less; but she declared she would make an offer to Mr. Slayton as soon as ever he returned from a walk he was then, according to his constant custom, taking after dinner; and she was as good as her word; for upon his coming in, she went up to him, made a very demure courtesy, and offered herself to his acceptance; which he—for they perfectly understand each other—accepted; and they agreed to be beau and belle till they should see Mr. Maynard to-morrow at Oakley Hill; that expectation, you are to understand, being the primary occasion of this jaunt; but Lady Caroline’s gratitude led her to wish to take Alverston in the way.

 

            How much to the honor of this charming woman is the motive, when investigated, of this almost censured visit! It is strange that mortals, from their so daily experiencing a lack of foresight, do not learn to suspend their judgement till they can have all facts in their view!

 

            Lady Caroline Pemberton sacrificed to gratitude the false delicacy of avoiding Alverston. She was, I dare say, above all concern respecting any misconstruction of her visit; which, indeed, could not be misconstrued by any one acquainted with the circumstances. But if I indulge myself upon any thing particularly relative to the merits of this ornament to our sex, I shall write till day-light. It is now considerably past the dismal hour of twelve, and I find myself inclined to drowsiness. For this night, therefore, Maria, I will finish, but as I know you will be impatient to hear of our goings-on, will resume my employment as soon as opportunity offers.

                                                                                                            CHARLOTTE LAWSON.

 

 

LETTER, XXII.

 

MISS LAWSON, TO MISS MARIA LEWIS.

 

                                                                        Friday night, Oakley Hill, May 1st.

 

We have passed another day, my dear friend, in uninterrupted happiness; and I again feel from experience the truth of that observation, which tells us of the seeming length of very happy hours. Almost every minute of the day past has, I think, impressed itself distinctly on my ideas. No wonder, therefore, that the day itself seems to have been protracted.

 

            We were none of us stirring this morning till rather late. The agreeable fatigues of yesterday made us, I suppose, all sleep found. Mr. Slayton was the first who was seen; and he, being impatient for his breakfast, summoned three or four of the servants who were musical, at the head of which was the butler (who I believe taught some of the rest) and serenaded us from the chains of Somnus. A French horn was amongst the instruments which awakened us; and we all, it seems, instantly left our beds to develope the cause of the harmony, and in a short time were assembled in the library.

 

            Every countenance I saw appeared to beam satisfaction; and a general vivacious conversation ensued; which, however, was soon interrupted by the arrival of a letter to Sir Charles Conway, who seemed to be affected by what he read. He sat a few moments silent, and then informed us that the letter he had received, contained an account of the death of the good old Rector of Hawthorn Grove. This gentleman, upwards of eighty; perfectly sound in his intellects and senses, was last night found sitting in an easy chair in his closet, with the last twenty lines of Doctor Young’s third night in his hands; which, as the ink was scarce dry, and the transcript not verbatim, it was presumed he had just been writing from memory.

 

            When his servant went to enquire the cause of his longer stay than usual, he saw him sitting as if asleep; but upon standing to observe a few minutes, and gently endeavouring to move him, he found him breathless. The family, consisting entirely of antient domestics, was presently alarmed, and Doctor Spalding sent for, who soon pronounced him to be flown to a brighter region. The Doctor then ordered him to be laid upon a bed, by the side of which (as the man who carried the letter informed us) he sat down near an hour in perfect silence; then arose and wrote to Sir Charles Conway.

 

            I make no comments upon this event, Maria; nor suffer myself to look forward to its consequences; only adding to what I have said, that Sir Edward; Sir Charles, and Mr. Evelyn, had a conference in the library-closet just before we left Alverston.

 

            Our breakfasting lasted till almost noon, when Mr. Slayton reminded us that it was high time for us to prepare for our journey to Oakley Hill, as the carriages would be in readiness in half an hour. We therefore attended to his intimation; separated to dress, and appeared pretty near the time prescribed. The cavalcade was arranged by Mrs. Maynard, who is too vivacious to be unemployed; and whose vivacity was increased by the expectation of seeing Mr. Maynard at the end of the journey; they being, it seems, an extremely happy couple. The carriages were a coach; a landau, and a post-chaise. In the first were placed Sir Edward; Lady Stanley; Emma, and Lady Caroline Pemberton. In the second, Lord Danvers; Mrs. Maynard; Mr. Slayton, and your Charlotte. Sir Charles Conway; Mr. Stanley, and Mr. Evelyn, rode on horseback, and the post-chaise conveyed the female attendants.

 

            The conversation during the journey was lively and interesting. Lord Danvers, as you have observed, is a truly fine gentleman. I am told he is the most altered man in the world since this turn of his affairs; that gaming, which he has now formally renounced, had so entirely engrossed his ideas, and, for a time, corrupted his heart, that his daughter, of whom he always used to be exceedingly fond, was entirely disregarded by him till Lord Crumpford's wicked proposals drew his attention upon her to destroy her happiness. His lordship now speaks of this transaction with officiousness, as if he wished to evince his sense of his folly [to give it a soft name] and consequent repentance.

 

            The letters which Lady Caroline wrote of the whole affair, were mentioned, and I was promised a sight of them; Mrs. Maynard having brought them with her at Mr. Stanley’s earnest request. I doubt not, Maria, but I shall get leave to transmit them to Woodstock; if not, I will employ my memory in your service, and give you as much of them as that will retain.

 

            When we reached Oakley Hill, Mrs. Maynard’s countenance spoke the anxiety she was under to know if Mr. Maynard was arrived; and when she saw him, which was immediately upon the stopping of the carriage, her eyes sparkled with joy. This happy pair, as I have before observed, are a proper example for all in the conjugal life.

 

            As soon as we alighted, we were ushered into a very neat drawing-room, where, after mutual compliments had been given and returned, chocolate was ordered; but Mr. Maynard told Mr. Slayton he had some other guests to introduce, and then informed us that as soon as he had received a letter from Mrs. Maynard, which was directed to him at Kildwick, and which communicated the design of the party to meet him at Oakley Hill, he had spared no pains to induce Mr. and Miss Broomley to accompany him, that he might receive the thanks of the family he had so unreturnably obliged.

 

            “Not to receive their thanks for a bare performance of duty,” replied the good man, “but (if we do go) to return our own:—or rather to express our disapprobation of the unreasonable donation you obliged us to receive, as a recompence for an employment annexed to the duties of my office.”

 

            After a contest which Mr. Maynard said he was determined not easily to give up, Mr. Broomley dispatched a messenger to a young gentleman in the neighbourhood, who was waiting for a curacy in that part of the country, to request his officiating at Kildwick till his return; which request was thankfully complied with; and as Miss Broomley asked but a few hours to get herself in readiness, they agreed to leave Kildwick the next morning; which they accordingly did, and arriving at Oakley Hill about three hours before we reached it, were in another room waiting to be introduced.

 

            At hearing this, Lord Danvers instantly arose, and taking Lady Caroline by the hand, they were conducted by Mr. Slayton, attended by Mr. Maynard, to this worthy, reverend man and Miss Broomley, with whom they staid near a quarter of an hour, and then led to the company in the drawing-room, where they were received with the most respectful politeness. Indeed their appearance alone would have ensured them this reception; for never did I behold two figures more interesting. Mr. Broomley’s face, air and manner are all expressive of goodness and greatness of heart. Love and reverence must seize the mind of every one to whom he is introduced; and his conversation, which is at once animated and solid, confirms the prepossession. As to Miss Broomley—were I not writing to Maria Lewis, I would say that these two young ladies bear a very near resemblance to each other. Every one who knows both, joined in the observation. Lady Caroline Pemberton was the first who mentioned it, and Mr. Evelyn joined in it with such a warmth!—But I will not tell you what he said, Maria; nor what I have often heard him say since his return from Oxfordshire. For two reasons I will not. First, because—But now I think of it, I will not even tell you my reasons. Chide if you can, my dear; but I rather doubt your power in that particular.

 

            The charming little Alethea, whose complexion no lily can out-vie, was dressed in a fine thin muslin round-gown, welted up to the top, and worn over a pale straw-coloured silk. Her cap was nearly as simple as your own, and her hat almost as plain. She is extremely innocent and lively; not the least embarrassed by appearing in such a large circle: yet sweetly delicate and timid.

 

            I do not know her exact age, but suppose it to be about fifteen: perhaps rather more.

 

            And now I must try to get some sleep, or I shall not be able to go through with the expected bustle of the ensuing day.

 

            Mr. Slayton’s house is quite full, and he quite delighted. To-morrow we are, I believe, to go to Mansfield.

 

            Being charged with respectful remembrances from the Earl; Lady Caroline, Emma, and Mr. Evelyn, I will, with executing my commission, finish my letter.

                                                                                                            CHARLOTTE LAWSON.

 

 

LETTER, XXIII.

 

MISS LAWSON, TO MISS MARIA LEWIS.

 

                                                                                    Oakley Hill, Monday, May 4th.

 

THREE days since the date of my last! during which time I have not been able to find one leisure half hour. Pleasure after pleasure has engrossed my every minute.

 

            On Saturday, as I expected, we walked down to Mansfield; two short miles from Oakley Hill; the landau being sent after, for those who might be tired, but it was not accepted by any of us. Without exception, this was the pleasantest ramble which ever fell to my lot to experience.

 

            When we returned we found a servant from Alverston with letters; yours, my dear, for which I return my acknowledgements, amongst the rest; and one from my sister; who does not mention a syllable about the subject respecting herself, which my dear mother, in her last favor, communicated. But she gave me a very laughable account of the courtship between the Honorable Miss Barbara Tupps and the Right Honorable Gregory Beltshazzer, Lord Clutterbuck, a bluff old batchelor lately arrived from the East, to take the title of his uncle, who died last October was a twelvemonth. Rachel, who is too apt to sport upon the deformities of nature, says that this bonny nobleman, (I use her own words) who is almost square in his form, appears in the eye of Miss Barbara an elegant Personage.

 

            But I suppose she has transmitted the account to Woodstock; else, I should be half inclined to copy that part of her letter; as it is almost impossible to read it without risibility.

 

            Mr. Evelyn had likewise a letter by the same conveyance. It came from a friend of his in Reading, and contained an account of the bad conduct of his young mother-in-law, who having been discovered in an intrigue with the butler, had robbed her husband of upwards of two hundred guineas, and was gone off with her gallant. The letter says the old gentleman is violently enraged against both the criminals; but professes to be happy that she left him before she increased his family.

 

            Mr. Evelyn means to write immediately to his father, to offer him every consolation in his power to administer; he having, it seems, lamented his own ill behaviour to his son, whom he cannot bring himself to wish to see at present; otherwise Mr. Evelyn would immediately have set off for Berkshire.

 

            Very pleasing arrangements, Maria, have been made respecting the Alverston and Hawthorn Grove Rectories—the last taking its name not from the parish, but the seat of its patron. My enclosed letter to my mother will give the particulars.

 

            Sir Edward, as you will see, has accepted Mr. Evelyn’s resignation of Alverston, which it was immediately proposed by Mr. Stanley should be offered to good Mr. Broomley. It therefore was offered; but he respectfully requested a few days consideration, as he could not immediately determine about leaving his Kildwick parishioners; but Mr. Maynard says, that as that living will probably at his decease, or resignation, be given to a gentleman who really wants it, he has no doubt but we shall have Mr. Broomley in Derbyshire.

 

            Mr. Stanley, who is highly pleased with Alethea, told her just now in jesting language, but I dare answer for it, with a serious meaning, that he will, if she marries a clergyman, secure the benefice to the man of her choice.

 

            “Then you may depend upon it, sir,” said she, with native vivacity, “I will have a parson if I can get one. But I think I will submit my fate to you; for you have chosen so well for yourself that I am sure you will not determine amiss for me.”

 

            We are all delighted with this lively little girl, who, now she is acquainted with the party, is always entertaining us by sprightly sallies of humour. On her account, I think it is probable that Mr. Broomley will consent to live at Alverston, having, at Lady Stanley’s request, written to the patron of Kildwick living.

 

            Arrangements have likewise been made respecting the two happy couples, who will probably soon be rendered still happier by an entrance into the conjugal state.

 

            The marriage writings, it seems, of both parties want nothing but signing; so indefatigable has been our Oakley-Hill host; to whose management, I just now learned from Lady Stanley, Sir Charles Conway, unknown to the Alverston family, submitted the intended unexceptionable settlements upon my dear Emma. She, of course, is to reside at Hawthorn Grove. Mr. Slayton has given up Hazle-wood Lodge to Sir Edward and Lady Stanley, who mean to resign Alverston Park when Lady Caroline blesses with her hand the enraptured man of her heart. Mr. Maynard has a seat in Leicestershire: Lord Danvers one in Rutlandshire; another in Suffolk, and several little boxes, like his cottage in Woodstock, in different parts of the kingdom.

 

            Hazle-wood Lodge, as I believe I before observed to you, forms nearly an equilateral triangle with Alverston Park and Hawthorn Grove, and is just mid-way between the first-mentioned place and Oakley Hill; so that no situation can be more desirable for Sir Edward and Lady Stanley than that.

 

            The four elders are, I find, extremely desirous that the weddings should take place before the party seperates. Mr. and Mrs. Maynard support the design, and I had just now the honor of being admitted to the consultation; but I doubt the brides elect will not readily submit to such a sudden summons.

 

            The plan they mean, if possible, to pursue, originated, with Sir Charles Conway, who, upon catching the general wish that the two weddings might be celebrated in one day, intimated to Mr. Slayton that no place was more proper for the performance of the ceremonies than Oakley Hill, it being impossible that either of the brides could make any objections of delicacy to it, as it was not the residence of either of the gentlemen. Alverston Park, he said, would not be approved of by Lady Caroline; nor Hawthorn Grove by Miss Stanley; therefore if Mr. Slayton would support the plan, he hoped every one might be brought to agree with his opinion.

 

            Nothing could be more consonant to the wishes of the old Squire than this proposal. It seems he snapped his fingers, and actually jumped for joy; saying (not injudiciously) that Mr. Broomley and Mr. Evelyn—the first for Mr. Stanley and Lady Caroline; the other for Sir Charles Conway and my Emma—should officiate as priests of Hymen; which, he says, he is sure his friend Mr. Graham (to whom the fees will most certainly be presented) will excuse, when he shall be made acquainted with the circumstances.

 

            Emma I doubt will be refractory, and I think Lady Caroline will not be easily reconciled to such hasty conclusions. But they will both find strong opposers to contend with; for as Mr. Slayton has bound the council by promise, to support his measures, there will be no resisting the strength of the current; Mr. Stanley’s natural precipitance of temper will carry him forward, and Sir Charles has so long solicited his Emma to name his day (which upon first one, then another, pretence, she has hitherto declined) that he, I am persuaded, will not relinquish this reinforcement.

 

            Miss Broomley just now asked me—But I am called away. A summons from Mrs. Maynard to attend her in the garden, is brought by Lady Stanley’s woman.

 

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            I am returned from a walk with the lady, whose summons I obeyed. Her business with me was to consult upon the article of dress for the ensuing affair, which, she says, must and shall be forwarded with all possible expedition.

 

            I asked her if the brides elect had been made acquainted with her resolution.

 

            “No, to be sure,” she said; "nor was the information proper; it being right to prepare the altar before the victims were apprized of the intended sacrifice."

 

            And are they to be victims, madam? and will it be a sacrifice?—asked I. You frighten one out of one’s wits. I had hoped—But you know best. I dare not presume to dispute the matter.

 

            "Now, Miss Charlotte," said she archly, “will I be revenged of you for your saucy questions. Depend upon it you shall not escape the punishment you merit: so prepare yourself to be offered upon the same altar at the same period. Mr. Evelyn”—called she out with a raised voice, stepping forward into a turning walk as if she had seen him—“I just want to speak to you.”

 

            I thought at the instant I should have sunk to the ground; but recollecting myself, I sprang after her, and caught her by the arm, entreating her not to distress me by the least intimation of—

 

            She interrupted me by a hearty laugh, and bid me then be good, or she would put in execution her meditated revenge.

 

            As no Mr. Evelyn appeared, I was soon somewhat tranquilized (though I really am still sensible of a tremor) and, being joined by Lady Stanley, we consulted about proper dresses for the connubial day.

 

            A genteel dishabille was determined upon, though Mr. Slayton had insisted upon inviting all his friends within the vicinity, which are, some of them, people of high rank; amongst whom are the Earl and Countess of Stradbrooke; with Lord Dennington, and Lady Sophia Sommerville. Lord Eastcourt; his second sister, Miss Amelia Hamilton, with a son and daughter of Lord Playton’s. Mr. and Mrs. Beaumont—who are at this time upon a visit to Lord Eastcourt. Sir James Harrison; his celebrated lady, and her sister. Captain John Ashton; Captain Billington; Mr. Charles Wyndham, and a great many others which I have no inclination to particularize.

 

            On account of this intended brilliant assemblage, it was necessary we should be as smart as undress would allow; therefore it was determined that Lady Stanley should wear a mazarine-blue spotted with silver. Mrs. Maynard a peach-blossom. Miss Broomley and your Charlotte, as bride-maids, simple white lustrings, which are to be made at Mansfield with all possible expedition. Similar dresses are likewise to be provided for the two Miss Grahams; daughters to the clergyman before mentioned; the eldest of which, with Miss Broomley, is to devote herself to Lady Caroline; the youngest and myself to attend Miss Stanley.

 

            The dress of the brides now only remained to be concluded upon; but that we were obliged to postpone; for as there was not time (nor indeed any occasion, till their making what is called an appearance and receiving company) to provide new ones, it was necessary to gain some intelligence of what clothes they had with them suitable for such an occasion. Mr. Slayton, before he left London, had intimated that he should not part with his friends in a hurry when once he got them to Oakley-Hill, and that therefore the ladies must take care to provide themselves with a good quantity of rigging—to speak in his own phrase; for which reason the trunks were well stored with spring-garments; but what Miss Stanley had taken with her—or what Lady Caroline—that would suit the purpose we did not know, for we have been too much engaged to make dress the subject of our conversation, and have not yet had occasion for any change, except for church yesterday, when Lady Caroline wore a dark silk and Miss Stanley a light blue, neither of which were thought to be proper for the day of days. I was therefore dispatched to the two ladies who with Miss Broomley, were sitting in the library, with a command to enter into such a conversation as would lead to a disclosure of the contents of their travelling wardrobes. I obeyed; was successful, and returned to my directoresses with the account; who determined upon an elegant muslin, striped and sprigged with silver, for Miss Stanley, and another, with gold cords and spots for Lady Caroline; both to be worn over petticoats of plain white sattinet. The head-dresses to be left to their own fancy.

 

            This article settled, we were next to endeavour to bring the two ladies to consent to the design, and I was deputed to hint the matter to Emma, that when Sir Charles should importune her compliance, she might know it was expected she would oblige him. Mrs. Maynard undertook to prepare her cousin to listen to Mr. Stanley on the same subject.