My heart bleeds afresh--Her body found! Good heaven!--it _must_ not,--_shall_ not come to the knowledge of the family.--At present they submit with a degree of resignation.--Who knows but a latent hope might remain?--Instances have been known of many saved from wrecks;--but her body is drove on shore.--Not a glimmering;--possibility is _now_ out of the question.--The family are determin'd to shut themselves out from the world;--no company ever more to be admitted;--never to go any where but to the church.--Your letter was deliver'd me before them.--I was ask'd tenderly for poor Lord Darcey.--What could I answer?--Near the same; not worse, on the whole.--They flatter themselves he will recover;--I encourage all their flattering hopes. Mrs. Jenkings has never been home since Mr. Morgan fetch'd her;--Mr. Jenkings too is constantly here;--sometimes Edmund:--except the unhappy parents, never was grief like theirs. Mr. Jenkings has convinc'd me it was Miss Powis which I saw at ----. Strange reverse of fortune since that hour! When the family are retir'd I spend many melancholy hours with poor Edmund;--and from him have learnt the reason why Mr. Powis conceal'd his marriage,--which is _now_ no secret.--Even Edmund never knew it till Mr. and Mrs. Powis return'd to England,--Take a short recital:--it will help to pass away a gloomy moment. When Mr. Powis left the University, he went for a few months to Ireland with the Lord-Lieutenant; and at his return intended to make the Grand Tour.--In the mean time, Sir James and Lady Powis contract an intimacy with a young Lady of quality, in the bloom of life, but not of beauty.--By what I can gather, Lady Mary Sutton is plain to a degree,--with a mind--But why speak of her mind?--let that speak for itself.