to be informed of what was passing; because she was with Lady Maclairn. I found her calm and collected; sitting by the dying Miss Flint, whose senses were lost before she ceased to breathe. Let me finish this melancholy detail, by saying, that I did not quit Miss Cowley’s bed side for the space of six and thirty hours. Heaven was merciful! and she will be restored to health. But we must have no beloved friends to greet at present. I quit you to obey the summons of my _precious_ patient. She insists upon signing this bulletin. She will soon be well; for she is growing saucy, and this morning, at four o’clock, when I carried her the prescribed potion, she told me “that in my night cap and gown, I was the very image of Blue Beard; and still more savage than he; for, that his scymitar was nothing in comparison with my glass of poison.” Judge with what contentment of mind I now sign the name of your sincere ARCHIBALD DOUGLASS. P.S. Indeed, my dear Lucy, I am getting well. They tell me, the wind is still against the Lisbon packet’s sailing. How fortunate I am! There! the whole junto are rising! and the inkstand has vanished. Your’s! your own R. Cowley is, indeed, only too weak to mutiny against this authority. LETTER LXX. _From Miss Cowley to Miss Hardcastle._ It is with gratitude to Heaven, that I find my dear friends at Heathcot, are relieved from their too tender anxieties and apprehensions on my account, yet wherefore do I say “too tender,” I recall the words, my Lucy, which my heart does not sanction, and I will not assume a virtue I have not; I give you joy, that death has spared to you your Rachel Cowley. I rejoice in your love; and I participate in your present feelings. Your goodness to Horace has contributed towards my restoration. I should have died, had you mentioned your terrors to him. I have written to him the state of affairs here. He will be satisfied, that the recent events, in which I have been engaged, occasioned the brevity of my letter. Mrs. Heartley sends her love to you with the enclosed: she insists, that you will be better pleased with it, than with _my labours_. They have, amongst them, annihilated the self will of your RACHEL COWLEY. LETTER LXXI. _From Mr. Serge to Mrs. Heartley._ (_Enclosed in the preceding._) MADAM, _Putney_.