are his property Will the fidelity of fo many years weigh nothing in the scale of gratitude? ? Years why, can obligations (fuppofe they had not been repaid an hundred fold) do away the unnatural disparity of years Can they bid five-and-fifty ftand still (the leaft that you could afk), and wait for fiveand twenty? Many women have the fame obligations (if indeed there be many of the Jame accomplishments) to their fathers. They have the additional obligation to them (if, indeed, it be an obligation) of existence. The disparity of years is fometimes even less. But, muft they therefore take their fathers to their bofoms? Muft the jeffamine fling its tender arms around the dying elm? To my little fortunes you are no ftranger. Will you fhare them with me? And you fhall honestly tell his lordship that gratitude taught you to pay every duty to him, till love taught you there were other duties which you owed to H. Gracious Gracious Heaven that you would pay them! But did I not fay I would not take advantage? I will not. I will even remind you of your children; to whom I, alas, could only fhew at prefent the affection of a father. M. weigh us in the fcales. If gratitude out-balance love-fo. If you command it, I fwear by love, I'll join my regiment to-morrow. If love prevail, and infift upon his dues; you shall declare the victory and the prize. I will take no advantage. Think over this. Neither will I take you by furprize. Sleep upon it, before you return your answer. Trim fhall make the old excuse to-morrow. And, thank Heaven! to-night you sleep alone. Why did you fing that fweet fong yefterday, though I fo preffed you? Those words and your voice, were too much. No words can fay how much I am your's. LETTER III. To Mr. My dear H. H. HERE has been a fad piece of work ever fince I received your's yesterday. But, don't be alarmed-We are not discovered to the prophane. Our tender tale is only known to (whom does your fear fuggeft?) -to love and gratitude, my H. And they ought both for twenty reasons, to be your friends, I am fure. They have been trying your cause, ever fince the departure of honest Trim yesterday. Love, though in my opinion not fo blind, is as good a juftice, as Sir John Fielding. I argued the matter ftoutly—my head on his lordship's fide of the question, my heart on your's. At last they seemed to fay, as if the oath of allegiance, which I had taken to gratitude, at a time when, Heaven knows, I had never heard of love, fhould should be void, and I should be at full liberty to devote myself, body and soul, to -But call on me to-morrow before dinner, and I'll tell you their final Judgment. This I will tell you now-love fent you the tendereft wishes, and gratitude faid I could never pay you all I owe you for your noble letter of yesterday. Yet-oh, my H. think not meanly of me ever for this -Do not you turn advo cate against me I will not pain you -'tis impoffible you ever should. Come then to-morrow-and furely Omiah will not murder love! Yet I thought the other day he caught our eyes converfing. Eyes fpeak a language all can understand. -But, is a child of nature to nip in the bud that favourite paffion which his mother Nature planted, and still tends?—What will Oberea and her coterie fay to this, Omiah, when you return from making the tour of the globe? They'll black-ball you, depend on it. What would Rouffeau fay to it, my H.? not write another word; left confcience, who is juft now looking over my left shoulder, should snatch my pen, and scratch out to-morrow. LETTER IV. To Mifs. Huntingdon, Dec. 7, 1775. My dearest Soul, I HOPE to Heaven Trim will be able to get this to you to-night !-Not I only, but my whole future life, fhall thank you for the dear theet of paper I have just received. Bleffings, bleflings-But I could write and exclaim, and offer up vows and prayers, till the happy hour arrives. Yet, hear me, M. If I have thus far deferved your love, I will deferve it ftill. As a proof I have not hitherto preffed you for any thing confcience difapproves, you shall not do to-morrow what confcience difapproves. You shall not make me happy (oh, how fupremely bleft!) under the roof of |