In fact, the spirit of matrimonial establishment seems to have taken such complete possession of my speculating _dad_, that it would by no means surprise me though he were on the point of sacrificing at the Hymenial altar himself. You know he has more than once, in a frolic, passed for my elder brother; and certainly has more sensibility than should belong to _forty-five_. Nor should I at all wonder if some insinuating coquette should one day or other _sentimentalize_ him into a Platonic passion, which would terminate _in the old way_. I have, however, indulged in a little triumph at his expense, and have answered him in a strain of apathetic content--that habit and reason have perfectly reconciled me to my present mode of life, which leaves me without a wish to change it. Now for your letter. With respect to the advice you demand, I have only to repeat the opinion already advanced that------ But with respect to that you give me-- “Go bid physicians preach our veins to health, And with an argument new set a pulse.” And as for your prediction--of this be certain, that I am too hackneyed in _les affaires du cour_, ever to fall in love beyond all redemption with any woman in existence. And even this little Irish girl, with all her witcheries, is to me a subject of philosophical analysis, rather than amatory discussion. You ask me if I am not disgusted with her brogue? If she had one, I doubt not but I should? but the accent to which we English apply that term, is here generally confined to the lower orders of society; and I certainly believe, that purer and more grammatical English is spoken generally through Ireland than in any part of England whatever; for here you are never shocked by the barbarous unintelligible dialect peculiar to each shire in England. As to Glorvina, an aptitude to learn languages is, you know, peculiar to her country; but in her it is a decided and striking talent: even her Italian is, “_la lingua Toscana nel bocca Romana,”_ and her English, grammatically correct, and elegantly pure, is spoken with an accent that could never denote her country. But it is certain, that in _that_ accent there is a species of langour very distinct from the brevity of ours. Yet (to me at least) it only renders the lovely speaker more interesting. A simple question from her lip seems rather tenderly to solicit, than abruptly to demand. Her every request is a soft supplication; and when she stoops to entreaty, there is in her voice and manner such an energy of supplication, that while she places _your_ power to grant in the most ostensible light to yourself, you are insensibly vanquished by that soft persuasion whose melting meekness bestows your fancied exaltation. Her sweet-toned mellifluous voice, is always sighed forth rather below than above its natural pitch, and her mellowed, softened, mode of articulation is but imperfectly expressed by the _susaro susingando_, or _coaxy murmurs_ of Italian persuasion.