to judge of your Araminta's--And will not my sober-minded Angelina prefer, to all that palaces can afford, such society in a cottage?--I shall reserve for my next the description of a cottage, which I have in my eye, within view of--; but I will not anticipate.--Adieu, my amiable Angelina.--I enclose, as you desire, a lock of my hair.--Ever, unalterably, your affectionate, though almost heart-broken, "ARAMINTA. "April, 1800.--_Angelina Bower!_ "So let me christen my cottage!" What effect this letter may have on _sober-minded_ readers in general can easily be guessed; but Miss Warwick, who was little deserving of this epithet, was so charmed with the sound of it, that it made her totally to forget to judge of her amiable Araminta's mode of reasoning. "Garnish-tinselled wands"--"shackle-scorning Reason"--"isolation of the heart"--"soul-rending eloquence"--with "rocks and woods, and a meandering river--balmy air--moonlight--Orlando--energy of intellect--a cottage--and a heart-broken friend," made, when all mixed together, strange confusion in Angelina's imagination. She neglected to observe, that her Araminta was in the course of two pages--"almost heart-broken"--and in the possession of--"supreme felicity."--Yet Miss Warwick, though she judged so like a simpleton, was a young woman of considerable abilities: her want of what the world calls common sense arose from certain mistakes in her education.--She had passed her childhood with a father and mother, who cultivated her literary taste, but who neglected to cultivate her judgment: her reading was confined to works of imagination; and the conversation which she heard was not calculated to give her any knowledge of realities. Her parents died when she was about fourteen, and she then went to reside with Lady Diana Chillingworth, a lady who placed her whole happiness in living in a certain circle of high company in London. Miss Warwick saw the follies of the society with which she now mixed; she felt insupportable ennui from the want of books and conversation suited to her taste; she heard with impatience Lady Diana's dogmatical advice; observed, with disgust, the meanness of her companion, Miss Burrage, and felt with triumph the superiority of her own abilities. It was in this situation of her mind that Miss Warwick happened, at a circulating library, to meet with a new novel, called "The Woman of Genius."--The character of Araminta, the heroine, charmed her beyond measure; and having been informed, by the preface, that the story was founded on facts in the life of the authoress herself, she longed to become acquainted with her; and addressed a letter to "The Woman of Genius," at her publisher's. The letter was answered in a highly flattering, and consequently, very agreeable style, and the correspondence continued for nearly two years; till, at length, Miss W. formed a strong desire to see her _unknown friend_. The ridicule with which Miss Burrage treated every thing, and