My banker has orders to remit you three hundred pounds;--but your power is unlimited; it is impossible to say, my dear, how much I am in your debt.--I have wrote my housekeeper to get every thing ready for your reception:--consider her, and all my other servants, as your own.--I shall be much disappointed if you do not move to the Lodge immediately.--You shall not,--must not,--continue in a house where every thing in and about it reminds you of so great a loss.--Miss West, Miss Gardner, Miss Conway, will, at my request, accompany you thither.--The Menagerie,--plantations, and other places of amusement, will naturally draw them out;--you will follow mechanically, and by that means be kept from indulging melancholy.--Go an-airing every day, unless you intend I shall find my horses unfit for service:--why have you let them live so long idle? I revere honest Jenkings--he is faithful,--he will assist you with his advice on all occasions.--Can there be a better resource to fly to, than a heart governed by principles of honour and humanity? Write, my dear, to Mrs. Smith, and let me know if the time is fixed for their coming over.--Say you will comply with the request my heart is so much set on;--say you will be one of the party. My health and spirits are better:--the latter I support for your sake;--who else do I live for?--Endeavour to do the same, not only for me, but _others_, that one day will be as dear to you as you are to Your truly affectionate, M. SUTTON. LETTER II. Miss WARLEY to Lady MARY SUTTON. _Barford Abbey_. BARFORD ABBEY! _Yes_, my dearest Lady,--I date from Barford Abbey: a house I little thought ever to have seen, when I have listened hours to a description of it from Mr. Jenkings.--What are houses,--what palaces, in competition with _that_ honour, _that_ satisfaction, I received by your Ladyship's last letter!--The honour all must acknowledge;--the satisfaction is not on the surface,--_it centers in the heart_.--I feel too much to express any thing.--One moment an orphan; next the adopted child of Lady Mary Sutton.--What are titles, except ennobled by virtue! _That_ only makes a coronet fit graceful on the head;--_that_ only is the true ornament of greatness. Pardon my disobedience.--Can there be a stronger command than your request?--But, my Lady, I must have died,--my life _must_ have been the sacrifice, had I gone to the Lodge.--The windows opposite, the windows of that little mansion where I spent nineteen happy years with my angelic benefactress,--could it be borne?--Your Ladyship's absence too;--what an aggravation;--The young ladies you kindly propose for my companions, though very amiable, could not have shut my eyes, or deaden'd my other senses.