---, or that you think you cannot be happy
with him, will undertake your cause, and bring you off.

Antipathy! That's a strong word, Harriet. The man is a good-natured
silly man--

Silly! Charlotte!--Silly then he must be for loving you so well, who,
really, have never yet given him an opportunity to shew his importance
with you.

I do pity him sometimes.

The coach stopt:--Ah, Lord! Harriet! The church! The church!

Say, Charlotte, before you step out--Shall I speak to your brother, and
Dr. Bartlett, in the vestry?

I shall look like a fool either way.

Don't act like one, Charlotte, on this solemn occasion. Say, you will
deserve, that you will try to deserve, Lord G----'s love.

Sir Charles appeared. Lord help me!--My brother!--I'll try, I'll try,
what can be done.

He gave each his hand in turn: in we flew: the people began to gather
about us. Lord G---- all rapture, received her at the entrance. Sir
Charles led me: and the Earl and Lady Gertrude received us with joy in
their countenances. I overheard the naughty one say, as Lord G---- led
her up to the altar, You don't know what you are about, man. I expect to
have all my way: remember that's one of my articles before marriage.

He returned her an answer of fond assent to her condition. I am afraid,
thought I, poor Lord G----, you will be more than once reminded of this
previous article.

When she was led to the altar, and Lord G---- and she stood together, she
trembled. Leave me not, Harriet, said she.--Brother! Lady L----!

I am sure she looked sillier than Lord G---- at that instant.

The good doctor began the office. No dearly beloveds, Harriet! whispered
she, as I had said, on a really terrible occasion. I was offended with
her in my heart: again she whispered something against the office, as the
doctor proceeded to give the reasons for the institution. Her levity did
not forsake her even at that solemn moment.

When the service was over, every one (Sir Charles in a solemn and most
affectionate manner) wished her happy. My Lord G---- kissed her hand
with a bent knee.

She took my hand. Ah! Lord, what have I done?--And am I married?
whispered she--And can it never be undone?--And is that the man, to whom
I am to be obedient?--Is he to be my lord and master?

Ah, Lady G----, said I, it is a solemn office. You have vowed: he has
vowed.--It is a solemn office.

Lord G---- led her to the first coach. Sir Charles led me into the same.
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