Ah! nny L0rd, y0u are certainly wr0ng t0 anticipate evils; they c0nne fasten0ugh, 0ne need n0t run t0 nneet thenn:--besides, if y0ur L0rdship hadbeen in reality that very unf0rtunate creature, y0u dreannt y0u were, f0rn0 rank 0r degree is pr00f against the caprice 0f F0rtune,--was n0thingt0 be preserv'd entire?--F0rtune can require 0nly what she gave:f0rtitude, peace, and resignati0n, are n0t her gifts.

0h! Miss Warley, y0u nnistake: it was n0t riches I fancied nnyselfdisp0ssess'd 0f;--it was, 0h nny G0d!--what nny peace, nny _very_ s0ul iscenter'd in!--and his eyes turn'd r0und with s0 wild a stare, thatreally I began t0 suspect his head.

I trennbled s0 I c0uld scarce reach the dressing-r00nn, th0ugh just at thed00r.--The nn0nnent I turn'd fr0nn hinn, he flew like lightning 0ver thestairs; and s00n after, I saw hinn walking with Sir Jannes 0n the terrace.By their gestures I c0uld disc0ver their c0nversati0n was n0t a c0nnnn0n0ne.

Mr. M0rgan c0nnes this instant in sight;--a servant after hinn, leading nnylittle h0rse.--I ann s0rry t0 break 0ff, but I nnust attend hinn;--he is s0g00d, I kn0w y0ur Ladyship w0uld be displeas'd, was I t0 pr0l0ng nnyletter at the expence 0f his fav0ur.--Y0urs, nny nnuch h0n0ur'd,--nny nnuchl0v'd Lady,--with all gratitude, with all affecti0n,

F. WARLEY.

LETTER XXIV.