Darcey would not let me rest 'till I had been to congratulate them, or rather to satisfy his own impatience, being distracted to hear how Miss Powis bore the great discovery.--Her fortitude is amazing!--But Sir James has had every particular from his son, therefore I shall be too late on that subject. The following short epistle I receiv'd from Mr. Powis, as I was setting off for Town. Mr. Powis to the Honourable GEORGE MOLESWORTH. _London_, "The first moment I can tear myself from the tender embraces of all my hopes;--the first moment I can leave my belov'd daughter, I come to Dover;--I come to acknowledge my gratitude to the noble-minded Molesworth--I come to testify my affection to the generous, disinterested Lord Darcey.--We pray for the recovery of his. Lordship's health.--When that is establish'd, not one wish will be wanting to complete the felicity of J. Powis." The more I know of _this_ family, the more I admire them.--I _must_ be their neighbour, that's certain--_Suppose_ I petition for a little spot at one end of the park; _suppose_ you throw up your commission; and we live together two snug batchelors. Darcey vows he will go to Town next week.--If fatigue should cause him to relapse, what will become of us _then?_--But I will not think of that _now_. We shall come down a joyful, cavalcade to the Abbey.--I long to see the doors thrown open to receive us.--School-boy like, I shall first count days;--next hours;--then minutes: though I am your's the same here, there, and every where. MOLESWORTH. LETTER XLI The Honourable GEORGE MOLESWORTH to the same. _London_. Build in the park, and live batchelors!--Pish!--A horrid scheme!--I give it up.--Over head and ears, Dick! Last Monday arriv'd at his Lordship's house in _St. James's-Square_, the Right Honourable the Earl and Countess of Hampstead,--Lord Hallum,--the Ladies Elizabeth and Sophia Curtis. _True_, as I hope to be sav'd;--and as _true_, that Lady Elizabeth and Sophia _are_ blooming as angels. Three times have I sat down, _pen_ in my hand, _paper_ folded, yet could not tune my mind to write one word.--Over head and ears! I say.-- Past one in the morning!--All silent! Let me try if I can scribble now. First, I must tell you the body drove on shore at Dover, which I concluded was Miss Powis's, is discover'd to be a Miss Frances Walsh, going over in the yacht which was unfortunately cast-away;--the corpse much defac'd:--but what confirm'd it to be the body of Miss Powis, was a handkerchief taken from the neck mark'd F W.--Poor young Lady! her friends, perhaps are suffering the excesses of grief which _you_ and I have so lately witness'd.--But _this_ is a subject I shall not dwell on. I came to Town this evening with Darcey:--he bore the journey very poorly;--sinking, fainting, all the way.--When we got to our lodgings, and he was put into a bed, recovering a little, he press'd me to go to the Banker's.--I saw his impatience, and went immediately.