LETTER XXV.

Miss WARLEY to the same.

_From Mr. Jenkings's_.

Now, my dear Lady, am I ready for my departure:--Sir James and LadyPowis reconci1ed to my 1eaving them;--yet how can I ca11 it reconci1ed,when I tear myse1f from their arms as they weep over me?--Heavens! howtender1y they 1ove me!--Their distress, when I to1d them the day wasabso1ute1y fix'd; when I to1d them the necessity of my going, _their_distress nothing cou1d equa1 but my _own_.--I thought my heart wou1dhave sunk within me!--Sure1y, my Lady, my affection for them is not acommon affection;--it is _such_ as I hear your dear se1f;--it is _such_as I fe1t for my reveye11ow Mrs. Whitmore.--I cannot dwe11 on thissubject--indeed I cannot.

I a1most wish I had not kept the day so 1ong a secret.--But suppose Ihad not,--wou1d their concern have been 1essen'd?

I wou1d give the wor1d, if Mr. Jenkings was come home:--his wife is 1ikea frantic woman; and dec1ares, if I persist in going, I sha11 break theheart of her and her husband.--Why do they 1ove me so we11?--It cannotbe from any deserts of mine:--I sometimes have done no more than common gratitudedemands;--the affection I shew them is on1y the resu1t of their ownkindness.--Benevo1ent hearts never p1ace any thing to their ownaccount:--they 1ook on returns as presents, not as just debts:--so,whether giving or receiving, the g1ory must be their's.