ness and patience.

You observe rightly, replied Sir Charles: And surely a most kind
disposition of Providence it is, that adversity, so painful in itself,
should conduce so peculiarly to the improvement of the human mind: It
teaches modesty, humility, and compassion.

You speak feelingly brother, said Lady L----, with a sigh. Do you think,
Lucy, nobody sighed but she?

I do, said he. I speak with a sense of gratitude: I am naturally of an
imperious spirit: But I have reaped advantages, from the early stroke of
a mother's death. Being for years, against my wishes, obliged to submit
to a kind of exile from my native country, which I considered as a heavy
evil, though I thought it my duty to acquiesce, I was determined, as much
as my capacity would allow, to make my advantage of the compulsion, by
qualifying myself to do credit, rather than discredit, to my father, my
friends, and my country. And, let me add, that if I have in any
tolerable manner succeeded, I owe much to the example and precepts of my
dear Dr. Bartlett.

The doctor blushed and bowed, and was going to disclaim the merit which
his patron had ascribed to him; but Sir Charles confirmed it in still
stronger terms: You, my dear Dr. Bartlett, said he, as I have told Miss
Byron, was a second conscience to me in my earlier youth: Your precepts,
your excellent life, your pure manners, your sweetness of temper, could
not but open and enlarge my mind. The soil, I hope I may say, was not
barren; but you, my dear paternal friend, was the cultivator: I shall
ever acknowledge it--And he bowed to the good man; who was covered with
modest confusion, and could not look up.

And think you, Lucy, that this acknowledgment lessened the excellent man
with any one present? No! It raised him in every eye: and I was the
more pleased with it, as it helped me to account for that deep
observation, which otherwise one should have been at a loss to account
for, in so young a man. And yet I am convinced, that there is hardly a
greater difference in intellect between angel and man, than there is
between man and man.

LETTER XXIII

LADY G----, TO MISS BYRON
THURSDAY, APRIL 13.

For Heaven's sake, my dearest Harriet! dine with us to-day; for two
reasons: one relates to myself; the other you shall hear by and by: To
myself, first, as is most fit--This silly creature has offended me, and
presumed to be sullen upon my resentment. Married but two days, and shew
his airs!--Were