Lost my heart _again!_--Be not surpriz'd, Madam; I lose and find it ten times a day;--yet it never strays from Barford Abbey.--The last account you had from me it was button'd inside Mr. Morgan's hunting-frock:--since that, it has been God knows with whom:--sometimes wrapt in a red coat;--sometimes in a blue;--sometimes in a green:--but finding many competitors flew to black, where it now lies snug, warm, and easy.--Restless creature! I will never take it home again. What think you, Madam, of a _Dean_ for a son-in-law? What do I think? you say.--Why the gentlemen of the church have too much sense and gravity to take my madcap off my hands.--Well, Madam, but suppose the Dean of H---- now you look pleas'd.--Oh, the Dean of _H----!_ What the _Dean_, Bessy, that Lady Mary used to talk of:--the _Dean_ that married Mr. and Mrs. Powis. As sure as I live, Madam, the _very_ man:--and _to-morrow,--to-morrow at ten_, he is to unite their lovely daughter with Lord Darcey.--Am I not _very_ good,--_extremely_ good, _indeed_, to sit down and write,--when every person below is solacing themselves on the approach of this happy festival? I would suffer shipwreck ten times;--ten times would I be drove on uninhabited islands, for such a husband as Lord Darcey.--Miss Powis's danger was only imaginary, yet _she_ must be _so_ rewarded.--Well, she _shall_ be rewarded:--she _ought_ to be rewarded:--Lord Darcey shall reward her. But is it not _very_ hard upon your _poor_ girl, that _all_ the young smarts we brought down, and _that_ which we found _here_, should have dispos'd of their hearts?--_All_;--even Lord Hallum,--_he_ who used to boast so much of freedom,--now owns he has dispos'd of his.-- But to whom?--Aye: that's a question.-- They think, perhaps, the _old_ stuff will do well enough for poor me!--Thanks to my genius, I can set my cap at any thing. Why there's something tolerable in the sound of a Dean's Lady--Let me see if it will do.--"The _Deans's_ coach;--the _Dean's_ servants."--Something better this than a plain _Mr._ Here comes Miss Powis. Now shall I be forc'd to huddle this into my pocket.--I am resolv'd she shall not see the preferment I have chalk'd out for myself.--No, no; I must be secret, or I shall have it taken from me. _This_ Miss Powis,--_this_ very dutiful young Lady, that I used to have set up for a pattern,--_now_ tells me that I _must_ write no more; _that_ you will not expect to hear from me 'till the next post.--If I _must_ take Miss Powis's advice in everything;--if I _must_ be guided by _her_;--you know _who_ said this, Madam;--why then there is an end of my scribbling for this night.--But remember it is not _my_ fault.--No, indeed, I was sat down as sober sedate as could be.--Quite fit for a Dean's Lady?--Yes;--quite fit, indeed.--Now comes Lady Elizabeth and Lady Sophia.--Well, it is impossible, I find, to be dutiful in this house. Thursday, twelve o'clock at noon.