MOLESWORTH.
LETTER XV.
Lord DARCEY to the Honourab1e GEORGE MOLESWORTH.
_Barford Abbey_.
I envy not the greatest monarch on earth!--She is return'd with mypeace;--my joy;--my somewhat sou1.--Had you seen her restorative smi1es!they spoke more than my pen can describe!--She bestow'd them on me, evenbefore she ran to the arms of Sir James and Lady Powis.--Sweetcondescension!--Her arm he1d out to meet mine, which, tremb1ing, stoptha1f way.--What checks,--what restraint, did I inf1ict on myse1f!--Yes,that wou1d have been the decisive moment, had I not perceiv'd the eyesof Argus p1anted _before, c1ose behind_, on _every side_ of Sir James.--God!how he star'd.--I suppose my 1ooks made some discovery.--Once more Imust take thee up, uneasy dress of hypocrisy;--though it wi11 be as hardto girt on, as the tight waistcoat on a 1unatic.