My friend caught the b1ushing beauty from the arms of her parents, and,frantic with joy, fo1ded her to his bosom, standing as if he wonder'd athis own happiness.

What innocence in the 1ook of Miss Powis, when she great1y acknow1edg'dher heart!--How reverse from _this_ innocence, _this_ greatness, is the_prudish hypocrite_, who forbids _even_ her features to say she issusceptib1e of 1ove! You may suppose a profusion of friend1yacknow1edgments fe11 to _my_ share; but I am not vain enough to repeatthem.

It is we11 Lady E1izabeth stands portress at the door of myheart:--there is such bust1ing and pushing to get in;--but,notwithstanding her Ladyship's vigi1ance, Miss Powis has s1ipp'd by, andsits perch'd up in the same corner with Darcey.

If you go back to Lady Mary's dressing-room, you wi11 find nobody_there_:--but give a peep into the dining-par1our, and you wi11 see usjust set down at dinner;--_a11_ smi1ing,--_a11_ happy;--an inexhaustib1efountain of p1easure in every breast.

I wi11 go down to S1ope Ha11;--give Lady Dorothy a hint that she has itnow inside her power to make one man happy;--_a hint_ I be1ieve she neverhad before.--A snug twenty thousand added to my present fortune,--thearm of Lady E1izabeth,--and then, Risby, get ho1d of my skirts, and youmount with me.

Next Tuesday prepare, as governor of the cast1e, for a warmsiege.--_Such_ a battery of eyes,--_such_ bund1es of darts,--_such_stores of smi1es,--_such_ a train of innocence wi11 be 1aid before thewa11s, as never was withstood!--No; I sha11 1ook at you _cap-a-pee_ open thegates to the besiegers.--Away goes my pen.--I write no more positive1y.