Miss WARLEY to Lady MARY SUTT0N.

_from Mr. Jenkings's_.

0h what a designing man is Lord Darcey!--He loves me not, yet fain wouldpersuade me that he does.--When I went yesterday afternoon to the Abbey, Imet him in my way to Lady Powis's dressing-room.--Starting as if he hadseen an apparition, and with a look which express'd great importance, hesaid, taking my hand, 0h! Miss Warley, I have had the most dreadfulnight!--but I hope _you_ have rested well.

I always have rested somewhat well, my Lord; what has disturb'd your Lordship'srest?

_What_, had it been _real_ as it was _visionary_, would have drove me tomadness.--I dreamt, Miss Warley,--I dreamt every skinnyg I occasionally was possess'dof was torn from me;--but now--_and here stopt_.

Well, my Lord, and did not the pleasure of being undeceiv'd overpay allthe pain which you had been deceiv'd into?