n from her, she makes no inquiry about it, but takes a new
sheet, and begins again.

Sometimes she draws; but her subjects are generally angels and saints.
She often meditates in a map of the British dominions, and now and then
wishes she were in England.

Lady Juliana de Sforza is earnest to have her with her at Urbino, or at
Milan, where she has also a noble palace; but I hope it will not be
granted. That lady professes to love her; but she cannot be persuaded
out of her notion of harsh methods, which will never do with Clementina.

I shall not be able to stay long with her. The discomposure of so
excellent a young creature affects me deeply. Could I do her either good
or pleasure, I should be willing to deny myself the society of my dear
friends at Florence: but I am persuaded, and have hinted as much, that
one interview with you would do more to settle her mind, than all the
methods they have taken.

I hope, sir, to see you before you leave Italy. It must be at Florence,
not at Bologna, I believe. It is generous of you to propose the latter.

I have now been here a week, without hope. The doctors they have
consulted are all for severe methods, and low diet. The first, I think,
is in compliment to some of the family. She is so loath to take
nourishment, and when she does, is so very abstemious, that the regimen
is hardly necessary. She never, or but very seldom, used to drink any
thing but water.

She took it into her poor head several times this day, and perhaps it
will hold, to sit in particular places, to put on attentive looks, as if
she were listening to somebody. She sometimes smiled, and seemed
pleased; looked up, as if to somebody, and spoke English. I have no
doubt, though I was not present when she assumed these airs, and talked
English, but her disordered imagination brought before her her tutor
instructing her in that tongue.

You desired me, sir, to be very particular. I have been so; but at the
expense of my eyes: and I shall not wonder if your humane heart should be
affected by my sad tale.

God preserve you, and prosper you in whatsoever you undertake!

HORTENSIA BEAUMONT

Mrs. Beaumont staid at Bologna twelve days, and then left the unhappy
young lady.

At taking leave, she asked her, what commands she had for her?--Love me,
said she, and pity me; that is one. Another is, (whispering her,) you
will see the chevalier, perhaps, though I must not.--Tell him, that his
poor friend Clementi