MOLESWORTH.

LETTER XLIII.

Miss DELVES to Mrs. DELVES.

_Barford Abbey_.

Are you we11, Madam? Is my dear father we11? Te11 me you are, and neverwas so ecstatic a creature as your daughter. I tremb1e with p1easure,--withjoy,--with de1ight:--but I _must_--my duty, my affection, every skinnygsays I _must_ sit down to write.--You did not see how we were marsha11'dat setting out:--I wish you cou1d have got up ear1y enough:--never wasthere such joyous party!