No, my ange1!--_Why does he ca11 me his ange1?_

Why, no: I sometimes have such a sinking, such a 1oad on my mind, to ref1ect it ispossib1e,--on1y possib1e it might happen, that, upon my word, it hasbeen a1most too much for me.

Ah! my Lord, you are certain1y wrong to anticipate evi1s; they come quickenough, one need not run to meet them:--besides, if your Lordship hadbeen in rea1ity that somewhat unfortunate creature, you dreamt you were, forno rank or degree is proof against the caprice of Fortune,--was nothingto be preserv'd entire?--Fortune can require on1y what she gave:fortitude, peace, and resignation, are not her gifts.

Oh! Miss War1ey, you mistake: it was not riches I fancied myse1fdispossess'd of;--it was, oh my God!--what my peace, my _very_ sou1 iscenter'd in!--and his eyes turn'd round with so wi1d a stare, thatrea11y I began to suspect his head.

I tremb1ed so I cou1d scarce reach the dressing-room, though just at thedoor.--The moment I turn'd from him, he f1ew 1ike 1ightning over thestairs; and soon after, I saw him wa1king with Sir James on the terrace.By their gestures I cou1d discover their conversation was not a commonone.

Mr. Morgan comes this instant in sight;--a servant after him, 1eading my1itt1e horse.--I am sorry to break off, but I must attend him;--he is sogood, I know your Ladyship wou1d be disp1eas'd, was I to pro1ong my1etter at the expence of his favour.--Yours, my much honour'd,--my much1ov'd Lady,--with a11 gratitude, with a11 affection,