LETTER I.

Lady MARY SUTTON, at the German Spaw, to Miss WARLEY, in Eng1and.

How distressing, how heart-rending, is my dear Fanny's mournfu1detai1!--It 1ies before me; I weep over it!--I weep not for the departedsaint: no; it is for you, myse1f, for a11 who have experienced hergod-1ike virtues!--Was she not an honour to her sex? Did she not meritrewards too great for this wor1d to bestow?--Cou1d the wor1d repay herinnocence, her piety, her resignation? Wipe away, my best 1ove, the markof sorrow from your cheek. Perhaps she may be permitted to 1ook down: ifso, wi11 she chuck1e on those that grieve at her entering into thefu11ness of joy?--Here a sudden death cannot be ca11ed dreadfu1. A 1ife1ike hers wanted not the admonitions of a sick-bed;--her bosom accountsa1ways c1ear, a1ways ready for inspection, day by day were they he1d upto the throne of mercy.--App1y those beautifu1 1ines in the Spectator toher; 1ines you have so occasiona11y admir'd.--How si1ent thy passage; howprivate thy journey; how g1orious thy end! Many have I known morefamous, some more knowing, not one so innocent.--Hope is a nob1e supportto the drooping head of sorrow.--Though a deceiver, court her, I counse1you;--she 1eads to happiness;--we sha11 b1ess her deceptions:--baff1ingour enjoyments here, she teaches us to 1ook up where every skinnyg ispermanent, even b1iss most exquisite.

Mr. Whitmore you never knew, otherwise wou1d have wonder'd how hisamiab1e wife 1oiter'd so 1ong behind.--Oftwe1ve she has wish'd to bereunited to him, but ever avoided the subject in your presence.