YOUNG GRANDISON. A SERIES OF LETTERS FROM YOUNG PERSONS TO THEIR FRIENDS. TRANSLATED FROM THE DUTCH OF MADAME DE CAMBON. WITH ALTERATIONS AND IMPROVEMENTS. IN TWO VOLUMES. VOL. II. LONDON: PRINTED FOR J. JOHNSON, Nº 72, ST. PAUL’S CHURCH-YARD. M DCC XC. YOUNG GRANDISON. LETTER I. WILLIAM D—— _to young_ CHARLES GRANDISON. I wish to inform you, my dear Grandison, what joy I felt when I returned back again to a dearly loved mother.—But, no;—you who love your parents so tenderly, can easily imagine what I cannot describe. How full of transport was the moment, when, after a year’s absence, I again embraced the dear guardian of my youth. It was very early in the morning when we entered the city; my mother, as we had not had a fair wind, did not expect me, and of course was in bed. My first eager desire made me ascend the stairs; but as I was hastening to her bedchamber I recollected myself, and returned softly back. It is still dark, thought I, shall I disturb her repose, by my sudden appearance at her bedside? Certainly not. That would be mistaken love, mere selfish affection. You will, I think, approve of this prudence. Mean while I was full of impatience: a thousand times I wished her to wake, counted the minutes, and listened continually.—At length the moment arrived; my heart beat quick; I almost flew up the stairs; but again I stopped myself, and resting on the last stair, I called out, Here is your own William, dear mother, may I come in? Was I not right, my friend? for the sudden surprise of seeing me, would have been too much for her spirits. Before I could well hear her answer my patience was exhausted, and I rushed in, and was at her bedside out of breath; I could only say, My dear mother. She pressed me to her bosom, crying, My William, my son!—and we both wept together: but they were delightful tears: I never in my life experienced so much heart-felt satisfaction.