if I may coin a word for the occasion.--Altogether the best idea I can convey of my aunt's dwelling, is by telling you what it is _not_: it is _not_ a _shew_-house--it is _not_ a fashionable house, neither has it the cold, raw, uninhabited look of an English provincial residence; but it is strictly clean, bright, _easy_ looking, and has an air of unpretending elegance. Now, as to dress, hang me if I know the names of any manufacture; but I told you before, that the cousins have very pretty figures, beautiful hair, and are always perfectly _presentable_. They do not wear the gaudy colouring of the French school, nor are they squeezed as if in a vice, to look like wasps, without any visible connecting link to unite the upper and lower parts of the body. There is a natural grace and gentility in every movement; and the _effect_ is pleasing to the eye from the _repose_ which it meets with, equally remote from _excitement_ on the one hand, and torpor on the other. What can I tell you more particular? And had I not better say Adieu at once, than add to this mighty mass of paper by further general description? Your affectionate friend, ARTHUR HOWARD. LETTER VII. FROM THE SAME TO THE SAME. My dear Falkland, My last despatch, you will remember, was sealed just after it had been arranged that I should accompany my aunt in a walk. At the appointed hour I tapped at her door, to put her in mind of our assignation; and was not sorry to have a _tête à tête_ in prospect, thinking that I might take advantage of this opportunity to edge in a little word of counsel, that might be of use, at _least_ in Fanny's, though Emily and Charlotte might be beyond my reach in effecting a change in _their_ destiny.