that the sight of him alone throws me into a flutter; and really it will not be in my power to afford him any share of my affection, if he persists in persecuting me at this rate. I am afraid he has formed some scheme of vengeance, which will make me completely wretched! I am afraid he suspects some collusion from this appearance of Wilson.--Good God! did he really appear? or was it only a phantom, a pale spectre to apprise me of his death. O Letty, what shall I do?--where shall I turn for advice and consolation? shall I implore the protection of my uncle, who has been always kind and compassionate.--This must be my last resource.--I dread the thoughts of making him uneasy; and would rather suffer a thousand deaths than live the cause of dissension in the family.--I cannot conceive the meaning of Wilson’s coming hither:--perhaps, it was in quest of us, in order to disclose his real name and situation:--but wherefore pass without staying to make the least enquiry?--My dear Willis, I am lost in conjecture. I have not closed an eye since I saw him.--All night long have I been tossed about from one imagination to another. The reflection finds no resting place.--I have prayed, and sighed, and wept plentifully.--If this terrible suspence continues much longer, I shall have another fit of illness, and then the whole family will be in confusion--If it was consistent with the wise purposes of Providence, would I were in my grave--But it is my duty to be resigned.--My dearest Letty, excuse my weakness--excuse these blots--my tears fall so fast that I cannot keep the paper dry--yet I ought to consider that I have as yet no cause to despair but I am such a faint-hearted timorous creature! Thank God, my uncle is much better than he was yesterday. He is resolved to pursue our journey strait to Wales.--I hope we shall take Gloucester in our way--that hope chears my poor heart I shall once more embrace my best beloved Willis, and pour all my griefs into her friendly bosom.--0 heaven! is it possible that such happiness is reserved for The dejected and forlorn LYDIA MELFORD Oct. 4. To Sir WATKIN PHILLIPS, Bart. of Jesus college, Oxon. DEAR WATKIN,