To be sure, Mr. Morgan is a queer-looking man, but a great favourite at the Abbey.--He took Miss Powis on his knee;--call'd her a hundred times his dear, dear daughter;--and I could not forbear laughing, when he told her he had not wore a tye-wig before these twenty years. This drew me to observe his dress, which, unless you knew the man, you can have no idea how well it suited him:--a dark snuff-colour'd coat with gold buttons, which I suppose by the fashion of it, was made when he accustomed himself to _tye-wigs_;--the lace a rich orrice; but then it was so immoderately short, both in the sleeves and skirts, that whilst full dress'd he appeared to want cloathing. The _next_ morning,--ay, the _next_ morning, then it was I lost my freedom.--Disrob'd of his gingerbread coat, I absolutely sell a sacrifice to a plain suit of broad cloth,--or rather, to a noble, plain heart.--Now pray, dear Madam, do not cross me in my _first_ love;--at least, _see_ Mr. Morgan, before you command me to give him up:--and you, sweet Sir, steal to a corner of your new possession, whilst I take notice of those who are capering to my fingers ends. You have seen Miss Powis, Madam, on Mr. Morgan's knee;--you have heard him say enough to fill any other girl than myself with jealousy:--nay, Madam, you may smile;--he really makes love to me.--But for a moment let me forget my lover;--let me forget his _melting_ sighs,--his _tender_ protections,--his _persuasive_ eloquence,--his air _so_ languishing:--let me forget them _all_, I say, and lead you to the library, where by a message flew Miss Powis.--A look from her drew me after:--I suppose Lord Darcey had a touch from the same magnet. A venerable pair with joy next to phrenzy caught her in their extended arms, as the door open'd. My _kind_, my dear, _ever_ dear friends, said the lovely creature,--and is it _thus_ we meet? is it _thus_ I return to you?--Mr. Jenkings clasp'd her to him; but his utterance was quite choak'd:--the old Lady burst into a flood of tears, and then cried out,--How great is thy mercy, O God!--Suffer me to be grateful.--Again she flew to their arms;--again they folded her to their bosoms.--Lord Darcey too embrac'd them;--he condescendingly kiss'd their hands;--he said, next to the parents of his Fanny,--next to Lady Mary, they were most dear to him.--Miss Powis seated herself between them, and hung about the neck of Mrs. Jenkings;--whilst his Lordship, full of admiration, look'd as if his great soul labour'd for expression.-- Overcome with tender scenes, I left the library.--I acquainted Lady Mary who was there, and she went to them immediately.--Mr. Watson and Mr. Morgan for a quarter of an hour were all my own;--captain Risby, Mr. Molesworth, Lady Elizabeth and Sophia, being engag'd in a conversation at another part of the room:--you may _guess_ our subject, Madam;--but I declare, whilst listening to Mr. Watson, I thought myself soaring above earthly enjoyments.--