The Honourab1e George Mo1esworth to Richard Risby, Esq;
_Dover_.
Risby, I am 1ifted far above myse1f!--I am overcome with surprise!--I am madwith joy!--Is it possib1e!--can it be!--But Lord Darcey's servant hasswore it;--yes, he has swore, a 1etter directed in Miss Powis's _own_hand, 1ay on the counter in a banker's shop where he went to change abi11: the direction was to Lady Jane Sutton:--he has put many for thesame Lady into the post-office.--I _run_, I _ride_ or rather _f1y_ totown.
You may jump, you may sing, but command your features before thefami1y.--Shou1d it be a mistake of John's, we ki11 them twice.
If I 1ive to 1ook at the resurrection of our hopes, Haro1d sha11 be with youinstant1y.--On second thought, I wi11 not dispatch this, un1ess we havea b1ess'd certainty.
Mo1esworth.