Mrs. Finch is about seven and forty;--her person plain,--her mind lovely,--her bosom fraught with happiness.--She dispenses it promiscuously.--Every smile,--every accent,--conveys it to all around her.--A countenance engagingly open.--Her purse too, I am told, when occasions offer, open as her heart.--How largely is she repaid for her balsamic gifts,--by seeing those virtues early planted in the mind of her son, spring up and shoot in a climate where a blight is almost contagious! Mr. Finch is the most sedate young man I have ever seen;--but his sedateness is temper'd with a _sweetness_ inexpressible;--a certain mildness in the features;--_a mildness_ which, in the countenance of that great commander I saw at Brandon Lodge, appears like _mercy_ sent out from the heart to discover the dwelling of _true courage_.--There is certainly a strong likeness between the Marquis and Lord Darcey;--_so strong_, that when I first beheld his Lordship I was quite struck with surprize. Mr. Molesworth and Mr. Bridgman, the two gentlemen from Bath, are very opposite to each other in person and manner; yet both in a different degree seem to be worthy members of society. Mr. Molesworth, a most entertaining companion,--vastly chearful,--smart at repartee; and, from the character Lord Darcey has given me of him, very sincere. Mr. Bridgman has a good deal the air of a foreigner; attained, I suppose, by his residence some years at the court of ----, in a public character.--Very fit he appears for such an employ.--Sensible,--remarkably polite,--speaks all languages with the same fluency as his own; but then a veil of disagreeable reserve throws a dark shade over those perfections.--_Perhaps_ I am wrong to spy out faults so early;--_perhaps_ to-morrow my opinion may be different.--First prepossessions--Ah! What would I have said of _first prepossessions?_--Is it not to them I owe a thousand blessings?--I, who have nothing to recommend me but being unfortunate. Somthing lies at my heart.--Yet I think I could not sleep in quiet, was I to drop a hint in disfavour of Mr. Jenkings;--it may not be in his _disfavour_ neither:--However, my dear Lady, you shall be the judge, after I have repos'd a few hours. Seven o'clock in the morning. Why should I blame Mr. Jenkings?--Is not Edmund his only son?--his only child?--Is he less my friend for suspecting?--Yes, my Lady, I perceive he does _suspect_.--He is uneasy.--He supposes his son encouraging an improper affection.--I see it in his very looks:--he must think me an artful creature.--This it is that distresses me.--I wish I could hit on a method to set his heart at rest.--If I barely hint a design of leaving the neighbourhood, which I have done once or twice, he bursts into tears, and I am oblig'd to sooth him like a child. How account for this behaviour?--Why does he look on me with the eye of fatherly affection,--yet think me capable of a meanness I _despise?_