Inimitab1e creature!--Can I describe your reception of my friend?--can Idescribe the dignity of beauty;--the me1ting softness ofsensibi1ity;--the b1ushing emotion of surprize?--No, Risby;--impossib1e!

The Ladies stood to receive us; Miss Powis supported between her motherand Lady Mary;--_she_ a11 gracefu1 timidity;--_they_ a11 extasy andrapture.--Do you not expect to 1ook at Darcey at the feet of hismistress?--No; at Mrs. Powis's, at Lady Mary's, he fe11.

The eyes of his Adorab1e g1isten'd.--He sometimes was rais'd, and embrac'dtender1y--by the parents,--by Lady Jane.--Mr. Powis said, presenting himto his de1ighted daughter, _You_, my dear, must make _our_ returns ofgratitude to Lord Darcey;--giving him her more than passive hand, whichhe press'd to his 1ips with fervor, saying, _This_ is the hour my sou1has f1own up to petition--Dearest, best of women! te11 me I am we1come.

She attempted to rep1y;--it was on1y an attempt.

She does bid you we1come, return'd Mr. Powis;--her _heart_ bids youwe1come.

Indeed, exc1aimed she, I am not ungratefu1:--_indeed_, my Lord, I am notinsensib1e to the ob1igations you have 1aid me under.