unable to describe, the physician, addreffing his patient, faid" Now, madam, the thought of your friend's vexation will no longer keep you awake. She needs fleep as much as you. The confolation I have afforded you both, though not exactly agreeable to regular practice, will, I hope, prove as efficacious an anodyne draught as any I could have ordered from the apothecary's shop."

So faying, he led me out of the room. I foon after went to bed with a light heart, flept eight hours, and, when I awakened, was informed that Juliet had alfo had a good deal of fleep, and continued on the re

covery.

parts of

Thofe your letter that relate to Mr. Mordaunt I delay taking notice of, becaufe, until I fhall be fully afcertained of Mrs. Sommers's recovery, I cannot, for a moment, fix my mind on any other fubject. This is alfo the cafe with the colonel. If any

thing could augment the esteem I before had for that gallant and worthy man, it would be the tender and delicate attentions he has paid to Juliet fince her illness.

In him there is a remarkable proof of the difference between that kind of intrepidity which enables a man to preferve coolness and recollection in the midst of perfonal danger, and that which makes him bear the loss of a beloved object. No man ever difplayed more of the former than colonel Sommers; and no man is more a coward at the thought of the latter. I obferved him become pale at the hurried entrance of Juliet's maid into the room where he and I were fitting this morning. She only wanted fomething of no importance; but his agitated heart fuggefted an unfavourable turn in her mistress. He could hardly speak for fome moments after the girl was gone.

I have ftrong hopes, that in my next I fhall be able to announce the happy news

that Juliet is quite out of danger. With affectionate compliments to the marchionefs, who, I take it for granted, is now with you at the Grove,

I am, my dear lady Diana,

Yours,

H. CLIFFORD.

P.S. My brother was almoft constantly at Afhwood before my arrival: he has never

been here fince; but

inquire how Juliet is.

he fends every day to

His letters are never

directed to me. I have certainly more reafon to complain of him than he has of me; yet I am the person that feels uneafiness at our misunderstanding :-this is foolish on my part, and hard-hearted on his.

LETTER XCVIII.

The COUNTESS of DEANPORT to Mrs. DEMURE.

MY DEAR MADAM,

London.

I called at your house this morning, to give you a curious piece of news. It is whif pered that mifs Clifford has gone off with Mr. Mordaunt, Some fay they left town in the fame carriage; others that he went alone, and that he followed foon after. The variation is of little importance, as it is certain they are both gone; and there can be little doubt of their meeting at fome of the posthoufes. Mrs. Darnley gives out that the lady is gone on a vifit to Mrs. Sommers in Northumberland: that is not probable; she came from thence very lately. Other wifeacres affert that they are gone to be married in Scotland. Why fhould he carry her to

Scotland? She is not a prize to be run off with, furely. He has had experience fufficient to know that his paffion can cool foon enough without his either marrying, or carrying the object of it to so frigid a country. But I leave you to judge whether Mordaunt is a likely man to marry in any country. Both you and I, my dear friend, are acquainted with women of fuperior beauty to miss Clifford, who have been betrayed by this man: though I don't know if it can be called betraying; for, it is faid, he never mentioned marriage to any of those infatuated

creatures.

I know, my dear madam, that your fympathifing breast will feel feverely on this occafion; for the whole will be public directly; and there is no poflibility of your having any farther connection with the unhappy young

woman.

How unfortunate! that fhe did not follow the example of fome wary ladies of