LETTER XV. To Mr. H. 23 Feb. 76. Where was you this morning, my life? I should have been froze to death I believe with the cold, if I had not been waiting for you. I am uneafy, very uneafy. What · could prevent you? Your own appointment too. Why not write, if you could not come ?Then I had a dream laft night, a fad dream, my H. "For thee I fear, my love; Such ghaftly dreams last night surprized my soul.” You may reply, perhaps, with my favourite Iphis, Heed not these black illufions of the night, The mockings of unquiet flumbers." Alas, I cannot help it. I am a weak woman, not a soldier. I thought I thought you had a duel with a perfon whom we have agreed never to mention. I thought you killed each other. I not only faw his fword, I heard it pafs through my H.'s body. I faw you both die? and with you, love and gratitude. Who is there, thought I, to mourn for M. ? one ! -Not You may call me foolish, but I am uneafy, miferable, wretched! indeed, indeed I am. For God's fake, let me hear from you. LETTER To the Same. XVI. H. 24 Feb. 76. THAT bufinefs, as I told you it would, last night, obliges him to go to town. I am to follow for the winter. Now, my H. for the royal black bob and the bit of chalk; or for any better scheme you'll plan. Let me know, to-morrow, where you you think Lady G.'s fcheme will be most practicable on the road, and there I'll take care to stop. I take my bible oath I won't deceive you, and more welcome shall you be to my longing arms, than all the dukes or princes in christendom. If I am not happy for one whole night in my life, it will now be your fault. Is not this kind and thoughtful? Why did it ever occur to you, fo often as we have talked of my being obliged to leave this dear place? To me most dear, fince it has been the fcene of my acquaintance, my happiness with H. But, am I to leave behind me that dearest H.? Surely your recruiting business must be nearly over now. You must go to town. Though things can't often be contrived at the A, they may-they may ?-they shall happen elsewhere. Fail not to-morrow-and do not laugh at me any more about my dream. If it was a proof of my weakness, it was a proof alfo of my love. I wish I wish the day on which I am to set out from hence could be conjured about a month further back or fo. Now, you ask why? Look in your last year's almanack. Was not the fortest day fome where about that time? Come, give me a kifs for that, I am fure I deferve it.-Oh! fye Mr. H., not twenty. You are are too generous in your payments. I muft infift upon returning you the overplus the next time we meet-that is to-morrow, you know. > LETTER To Mifs XVII. Huntingdon, 26 Feb. 1776. WHY will not the wifhed-for day, or rather night, arrive? And here, I have not feen you fince I know not when-not for two whole days. But I wrote you a long letter yesterday why it would be dangerous to meet; and all in rhyme. The beginning, I affure you, you was not poetry, but truth-If the conclufion was coloured too highly, you muft excuse it. The pencil of love executed it, and the fly rogue will indulge himself sometimes. Let the time come, I'll convince you his pencil did not much exaggerate. Just now I was thinking of your birthday, about which I asked you the other day. It's droll that your's and mine should be so near together. And thus I observe thereon. Your poets, cunning rogues, pretend No wonder, M. I and you Don't quite deteft each other ; Or that my foul is link'd to your's, As if it were its brother: For |