ience of the tyrant upon the freedoms taken with my
character. In short, to have tried by fair resolutions, and treat his
charming daughter with less inhumanity, and me with more civility.

I told thee my reasons for not going in search of a letter of
countermand. I was right; for if I had, I should have found such a one;
and had I received it, she would not have met me. Did she think, that
after I had been more than once disappointed, I would not keep her to
her promise; that I would not hold her to it, when I had got her in so
deeply?

The moment I heard the door unbolt, I was sure of her. That motion
made my heart bound to my throat. But when that was followed with the
presence of my charmer, flashing upon me all at once in a flood of
brightness, sweetly dressed, though all unprepared for a journey, I trod
air, and hardly thought myself a mortal.

Thou shalt judge of her dress, as at the moment I first beheld her she
appeared to me, and as, upon a nearer observation, she really was. I am
a critic, thou knowest, in women's dresses. Many a one have I taught
to dress, and helped to undress. But there is such a native elegance in
this lady, that she surpasses all that I could imagine surpassing. But
then her person adorns what she wears, more than dress can adorn her;
and that's her excellence.

Expect therefore a faint sketch of her admirable person with her dress.

Her wax-like flesh (for after all, flesh and blood I think she is) by
its delicacy and firmness, answers for the soundness of her health. Thou
hast often heard me launch out in praise of her complexion. I never in
my life beheld a skins so illustriously fair. The lily and the driven
snow it is nonsense to talk of: her lawn and her laces one might indeed
compare to those; but what a whited wall would a woman appear to be,
who had a complexion which would justify such unnatural comparisons? But
this lady is all glowing, all charming flesh and blood; yet so clear,
that every meandring vein is to be seen in all the lovely parts of her
which custom permits to be visible.

Thou has heard me also describe the wavy ringlets of her shining hair,
needing neither art nor powder; of itself an ornament, defying all
other ornaments; wantoning in and about a neck that is beautiful beyond
description.

Her head-dress was a Brussels-lace mob, peculiarly adapted to the
charming air and turn of her features. A sky-blue ribband illustrated
that. But although the weather