The latter expressed infinite satisfaction when I joined them; looking with such stedfast tenderness, as if he would trace on my countenance the features of some dear friend.--His sincere regard for Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore, and the gratitude he owes your Ladyship, must make him behold me with a favourable eye, knowing how greatly I have been distinguish'd by the two latter. He had a stool put into his chaise; assuring us we could fit three conveniently--We came from the last inn together, and are to travel so the remainder of the journey. After your Ladyship's strict commands, that I look on Brandon-Lodge as my home, I shall make it such the few days I stay in Oxfordshire;--and have presumed on your indulgence, to request Mr. Jenkings will do the same.--The Dean's visit is to Mr. Gardener, which will be happy for me, as that Gentleman's house is so near the Lodge.--I hope to see the tops of the chimneys this evening.-- My heart would jump at the sight, if I expected your Ladyship to meet me with open arms.--Extatic thought!--unfit to precede those disappointments which must follow thick on one another. Can there be greater!--to pass the very house, once inhabited by--O my Lady!--Heaven! how will your and her image bring before me past happy scenes! If this is the Dean's voice, he is got up, early. The horses putting to, and scarce five o'clock! Here comes a messenger, to say they are ready. So rest my pen, till; I again take it up at Brandon-Lodge. _Brandon-Lodge_. I never saw such general joy as appeared through the village at sight of the Dean.--The first person who espy'd him ran with such speed into every house, that by the time we reached Mr. Gardener's gate, the chaise was surrounded by a hundred people.--Mr. and Mrs. Gardener stepping out, were saluted by the Dean. What, our old friend! cried they.--What, our old friend!--Good God!--and Miss Warley too!--This is a joyful surprize, indeed! and would have taken me out by force, if I had not persisted in going to the Lodge.--Your Ladyship is enough acquainted with these good people, to know they would part with any thing rather than their friends.--I have not yet seen Miss Gardener: she was gone on a walk with Miss West and Miss Conway. The Dean showered a thousand marks of regard on all around him;--the meanest not escaping his notice.--In this tumult of pleasure I did not pass unregarded.--Your Ladyship and Mrs. Whitmore still live in their hearts; the pure air of Hillford-Down will not mix with the cold blast of ingratitude. May the soft pillow I am going to repose on, shut not out from my mind the load of obligations which rest on it!--The remembrance is balm to my soul, either in my sleeping or waking hours. Nine o'clock.