marchioness: O, my dearest lady! said she-[The marchioness feeling for her salts, and taking them out of her pocket, and smelling to them]-Unclasp me, Camilla, said she: I am better. Are the doctors gone?

No, madam, whispered Camilla: but they say, it is highly proper; and they talk of blistering !

Not her head, I hope-The dear creature, when she used to value herself upon any thing, took pride, as well she might, in her hair.

Now you are whispering, my mamma- -And this impertinent Camilla is come.-Camilla, they shall not have me, I tell you!-See, barbarous wretches! what they have done to me already!—again holding up her arm, and then with indignation tearing off the fillet.

Her brother begged of her to submit to the operation. Her mother joined her gentle command.-Well, I won't love you, brother, said she; you are in the plot against me -But here is one who will protect me; laying her hand upon my arm, and looking earnestly in my face, with such a mixture of woe and tenderness in her eye, as pierced my very soul.

Persuade her, chevalier, said the marchioness.

My good young lady, will you not obey your mamma? You are not well. Will you not be well? See how you distress your noble brother!

She stroked her brother's cheek (it was wet with his tears) with a motion inimitably tender, her voice as inimitably soothing-Poor Jeronymo! My dearest brother! And have you not suffered enough from vile assassins? Poor dear brother!-and again stroked his cheek.-How was I affected!

A fresh gush of tears broke from his eyes.—Ah, Grandison! said he.

O why, why, said I, did I accept of your kind invitation? This distress could not have been so deep, had not I been present.

See! see! chevalier! holding out her spread hand to me, Jeronymo weeps-He weeps for his sister, I believe.These-look, my hand is wet with them!—are the tears of my dear Jeronymo! My hand-see! is wet with a brother's tears! And you, madam, are affected too! turning to her mother. It is a grievous thing to see men weep! What ail they?-Yet I cannot weep-Have they softer hearts than mine ?-Don't weep, chevalier.-See, Jeronymo has done!-I would stroke your cheek too, if it would stop your tears.-But what is all this for? It is because of these doctors, I believe-But, Camilla, bid them begone: they shan't have me.

Dearest madam, said I, submit to your mamma's advice. Your mamma wishes you to suffer them to breathe a veinit is no more--your Jeronymo also beseeches you to permit them.

And do you wish it too, chevalier ?—Do you wish to see me wounded?-To see my heart bleeding at my arm, I warrant. Say, can you be so hard-hearted?

Let me join with your mamma, with your brother, to entreat it for your father's sake! For

For your sake, chevalier?-Well, will it do you good to see me bleed?

I withdrew to the window. I could not stand this ques tion; but with an air of tenderness for ine, and in an accent equally tender.

The irresistible lady (O what eloquence in her disorder!) followed me; and laying her hand on my arm, looking earnestly after my averted face, as if she would not suffer me to hide it from Irer-Will it, will it, comfort you to see

me bleed?-Come then, be comforted; I will bleed: but you shall not leave me. You shall see that these doctors shall not kill me quite.

O, Dr. Bartlett! how did this address to me torture my very soul!

Camilla, proceeded she, I will bleed. Madam, to her mother, will it please you to have me bleed? Will it please you, my Jeronymo? turning to him-And, sir, sir, stepping to me with quickness, will it please you ?—Why then, Camilla, bid the doctors come in.-What would I not do to please such kind friends! You grudge not your tears: and as I cannot give you tears for tears, from my eyes, shall not my arm weep?-But do you stand by me, chevalier, while it is done. You will: wont you ?—seeking again with her eye my averted face.

O that my life, thought I, would be an effectual offering for the restoring the peace of mind of this dear lady, and her family! and that it might be taken by any hand but my own!-But my conscience!-Prepossessed as I am in favour of my own religion, and in disfavour of that I am wished to embrace; how, thought I, can I make a sacrifice of my conscience!

The dear lady was then as earnest for the operation, as before she had been averse to it: but she did and said every thing in a hurry.

The marchioness and my friend were comforted, in hopes that some relief would follow it. The doctors were invited in.

Do you stand by me, sir, said she to me.-Come, make haste. But it sha'n't be the same arm.-Camilla, see, I can bare my own arm-It will bleed at this arm, I warrant -I will bid it flow.-Come, make haste-Are you always

so tedious?—The preparation in all these things, I believe, is worse than the act.-Pray, pray, make haste. They did; though she thought they did not.

Turn your face another way, madam, said the doctor. Now methinks I am Iphigenia, chevalier, going to be offered-Looking at me, and from the doctors.

And is this all ?-The puncture being made, and she bleeding freely.

The doctors were not satisfied with a small quantity. She fainted, however, before they had taken quite so much as they intended; and her woman carried her out of her brother's apartment into her own, in the chair she sat in. Dear Clementina!-My compassion and my best wishes followed her.

You see your power over the dear girl, Grandison, said her brother.

The marchioness sighed; and looking at me with kind and earnest meaning, withdrew to attend her daughter's recovery.

LETTER XXVII.

MISS BYRON.-IN CONTINUATION.

RECEIVE, my Lucy, the doctor's sixth letter. The fifth

has almost broken the hearts of us all

DR. BARTLETT'S SIXTH letter.

A SCENE of another nature took place of this, proceeds

Mr. Grandison.

Camilla stept in, and said, the general was come; and was at that moment lamenting with the marchioness the disordered state of mind of his beloved sister; who had again fainted away; but was quiet when Camilla came in. The general will be here presently, said Jeronymo. Do choose to see him?

you

As, perhaps, he has been told I am here, it would look too particular to depart instantly. If he comes not in soon, I will take my leave of you.

I had hardly done speaking, when the general entered, drying his eyes.

Your servant, Mr. Grandison, said he. Brother, how do you? Not the better, I dare say, for the present affliction. Who the devil would have thought the girl had been so deeply affected ?—Well, sir, you have a glorious triumph!-Clementina's heart is not a vulgar one. Her

family

My lord, I hope I do not deserve this address !Triumph, my lord!-Not a heart in this family can be more distressed than mine.

And is religion, is conscience, really of such force, chevalier ?

Let me ask that question, my lord, of your own heart: let me ask it of your brother the bishop; of the other principals of your noble family: and the answer given will be an answer for me.

He seemed displeased. Explain yourself, chevalier.

If, my lord, said I, you think there is so great, so essential, a difference in the two religions, that you cannot con