sing;
but where so great an earnestness is professed, and the lady possibly
by this time made acquainted with the disappointment she has given
me, who knows but she will be carried in a chair to the Park, to make
me amends, and there reveal herself? Three different chairs at
different views saw I. My hope, therefore, not so very much out of
the way; but in none of them the lady I wished to see. Up the Mall
walked I, down the Mall, and up again, in my way to North End. O
this dear Will-o'-wisp, thought I! when nearest, furthest off! Why
should I, at this time of life? No bad story, the consecrated rose,
say what she will: and all the spiteful things I could think of I
muttered to myself. And how, Madam, can I banish them from my
memory, when I see you so very careful to conceal yourself; when I
see you so very apprehensive of my curiosity, and so very little
confiding in my generosity? O Madam! you know me not! you will not
know me!

"Yesterday, at North End, your billet, apologizing for the
disappointment was given me. Lud! lud! what a giddy appearance!
thought I. O that I had half the life, the spirit! of anything worth
remembering I could make memorandums.

"Shall I say all I thought? I will not. But if these at last reach
your hands, take them as written, as they were, by Friday night, and
believe me to be,

"Madam,
"Your admirer and humble Servant,
"S. RICHARDSON."

Sir Walter Scott says, that "the power of Richardson's painting of his
deeper scenes of tragedy has never been, and probably never will be,
excelled;" and in Mrs. Inchbald's 'Life of Richardson,' we read, that "as
a writer he possessed original genius, and an unlimited command over the
tender passions." He carried on a foreign literary correspondence, and
was on terms of intimacy with many eminent and literary persons of his
time, particularly Dr. Young, Dr. Johnson, Aaron Hill, and Arthur Onslow,
Esq., Speaker of the House of Commons.

A short distance further on, we enter the Hammersmith Road, opposite a
tavern called "The Bell and Anchor," which stands beside the turnpike,
and passing about twenty shops on the left towards Hammersmith, we notice
in the fore-court of a house called "Th