ity of character, which is the foundation of all the virtues."

"And yet, my dear papa, you would have had Emily prefer to him, that
_white curd of asses milk_, Sir George Clayton, whose highest
claim to virtue is the constitutional absence of vice, and who never
knew what it was to feel for the sorrows of another."

"You mistake, Bell: such a preference was impossible; but she was
engaged to Sir George; and he had also a fine fortune. Now, in these
degenerate days, my dear, people must eat; we have lost all taste for
the airy food of romances, when ladies rode behind their enamored
knights, dined luxuriously on a banquet of haws, and quenched their
thirst at the first stream."

"But, my dear papa--"

"But my dear Bell--"

I saw the sweet old man look angry, so chose to drop the subject;
but I do aver, now he is out of sight, that haws and a pillion, with
such a noble fellow as your brother, are preferable to ortolans and a
coach and six, with such a piece of still life and insipidity as Sir
George.

Good night! my dear Lucy.

LETTER 156.

To Mrs. Temple, Pall Mall.

Silleri, June 17.

I have this moment received a packet of letters from my dear Lucy; I
shall only say, in answer to what makes the greatest part of them, that
in a fortnight I hope you will have the pleasure of seeing your
brother, who did not hesitate one moment in giving up to Mrs. Rivers's
peace of mind, all his pleasing prospects here, and the happiness of
being united to the woman he loved.

You will not, I hope, my dear, forget his having made such a
sacrifice: but I think too highly of you to say more on this subject.
You will receive Emily as a friend, as a sister, who merits all your
esteem and tenderness, and who has lost all the advantages of fortune,
and incurred the censure of the world, by her disinterested attachment
to your brother.

I am extremely sorry, but not surprized, at what you tell me of poor
Lady H----. I knew her intimately; she was sacrificed at eighteen, by
the avarice and ambition of her parents, to age, disease, ill-nature,
and a coronet; and her death is the natural consequence of her regret:
she had a soul formed for friendship; she found it not at home; her
elegance of mind, and native probity, prevented her seeking it abroad;
she died a melancholy victim to the tyranny of her friends, the
tenderness of her heart, and her delicate sense of honor.

If her father has any of the feelings of humanity le