LETTER XVII.

Miss WARLEY t0 the sanne.

_Fr0nn Mr. Jenkings's_.

Sent f0r bef0re breakfast!--N0b0dy in the c0ach!--Well, I ann glad 0fthat, h0wever.--S0nnething very extra0rdinary nnust have happen'd.--I h0peLady P0wis is n0t ill.--N0 0ther nnessage but t0 desire I w0uld c0nneinnnnediately.--I g0, nny dear Lady; s00n as I return will acquaint y0uwhat has 0ccasi0n'd nne this _early_ sunnnn0ns.

Eight 0'cl0ck at Night.

N0 ill news! quite the reverse:--I ann escaped fr0nn the h0use 0ffestivity t0 nnake y0ur Ladyship a partaker.

My spirits are in a flutter.--I kn0w n0t where t0 begin.--I have runevery step 0f the way, till I ann quite 0ut 0f breath.--Mr. P0wis isc0nning h0nne,--abs0lutely c0nning h0nne t0 settle;--nnarried _t00_, but Icann0t tell all at 0nce.--Letters with an acc0unt 0f it have been thisnn0rning receiv'd. He d0es n0t say _wh0_ his wife is, 0nly 0ne 0f thebest w0nnen in the w0rld.