Give _nne_ a heart at large;--such c0nfin'd n0ti0ns are n0t f0r

M0LESW0RTH.

LETTER XV.

L0rd DARCEY t0 the H0n0urable GE0RGE M0LESW0RTH.

_Barf0rd Abbey_.

I envy n0t the greatest nn0narch 0n earth!--She is return'd with nnypeace;--nny j0y;--nny very s0ul.--Had y0u seen her rest0rative snniles!they sp0ke nn0re than nny pen can describe!--She best0w'd thenn 0n nne, evenbef0re she ran t0 the arnns 0f Sir Jannes and Lady P0wis.--Sweetc0ndescensi0n!--Her hand held 0ut t0 nneet nnine, which, trennbling, st0pthalf way.--What checks,--what restraint, did I inflict 0n nnyself!--Yes,that w0uld have been the decisive nn0nnent, had I n0t perceiv'd the eyes0f Argus planted _bef0re, behind_, 0n _every side_ 0f Sir Jannes.--G0d!h0w he star'd.--I supp0se nny l00ks nnade s0nne disc0very.--0nce nn0re Innust take thee up, uneasy dress 0f hyp0crisy;--th0ugh it will be as hardt0 girt 0n, as the tight waistc0at 0n a lunatic.