Your friend is the happiest of mankind. Every anxiety is removed from my Emily's dear bosom: a father's sanction leaves her nothing to desire. You may remember, she wished to delay our marriage: her motive was, to wait Colonel Willmott's return. Though promised by him to another, she hoped to bring him to leave her heart free; little did she think the man destined for her by her father, was the happy Rivers her heart had chosen. Bound by a solemn vow, she concealed the circumstances of her birth even from me. She resolved never to marry another, yet thought duty obliged her to wait her father's arrival. She kindly supposed he would see me with her eyes, and, when he knew me, change his design in my favor: she fancied he would crown her love as the reward of her obedience in delaying her marriage. My importunity, and the fear of giving me room to doubt her tenderness, as her vow prevented such an explanation as would have satisfied me, bore down her duty to a father whom she had never seen, and whom she had supposed dead, till the arrival of Mrs. Melmoth's letters; having been two years without hearing any thing of him. She married me, determined to give up her right to half his fortune in favor of the person for whom he designed her; and hoped, by that means, to discharge her father's obligations, which she could not pay at the expence of sacrificing her heart. But she writes to Mrs. Fitzgerald, and will tell you all. Come and share the happiness of your friends. Adieu! Your faithful Ed. Rivers. LETTER 226. To Mrs. Fitzgerald. Temple-house, Friday. My Rivers has told you--my sweet friend, in what words shall I convey to you an adequate idea of your Emily's transport, at a discovery which has reconciled all her duties! Those anxieties, that sense of having failed in filial obedience, which cast a damp on the joy of being wife to the most beloved of mankind, are at an end. This husband whom I so dreaded, whom I determined never to accept, was my Rivers. My father forgives me; he pardons the crime of love: he blesses that kind providence which conducted us to happiness. How many has this event made happy! The most amiable of mothers shares my joy; she bends in grateful thanks to that indulgent power who has rewarded her son for all his goodness to her. Rivers hears her, and turns away to hide his tears: her tenderness melts him to the softness of a woman. What gratitude do we not owe to heaven! may the sense of it be for ever engraven on our hearts! My Lucy too; all, all are happy. But I will tell you. Rivers has already acquainted you with part of my story.