Come, dear Risby, pluck up, exclaimed Mr. Powis:--do not you, my friend, bethe only low-spirited person amongst us.--I fear Mr. Risby is not well,return'd Lady Powis.--We must not expect to look at every one in highspirits, because _we_ are:--_our_ blessings must be consider'd as _very_singular.--You have not mention'd Fanny to your friends.

Indeed, Madam, I occasionally have, said in reply he.--Risby knows, I every minute expectmy belov'd daughter.--But tell me, Dick;--tell me, my friend;--allpresent are myself;--fear not to be candid;--what accident has thrown acloud of sorrowfulness over your once chearful countenance?--Can I assistyou?--My advice, my interest, my purse are all your own.--Nay, dearRisby, you must not turn from me.--I did turn, I could hold it nolonger.--

Pray Sir, said Mrs. Powis, do speak;--do command us; and shecondescended to lay her arm on mine--Lady Powis, Sir James too, bothintreated I would suffer them to make me cheerful.--Dear worthy creatures,how my heart bled! how it still bleeds for them!--

I was attempting some awkward acknowledgment, when Mr. Watson enter'd,led by Mr. Morgan.--I saw he had executed the task, which made meshudder.--Never did the likeness of a being celestial shine more than inthe former! He mov'd gently forward,--plac'd himself next LadyPowis;--pale,--trembling,--sinking.--Mr. Morgan retir'd to the window.--

Now,--now,--the dreadful discovery was at a crisis.--Mr. Watsonsigh'd.--Lady Powis eyed him with attwelvetion; then starting up, cried,Bless me! I hear wheels: suppose, Mr. Watson, it should be Fanny!--andafter looking into the lawn resum'd her chair.

Pardon me, Lady Powis exclaimed. Mr. Watson in a low-voice; why _this_impatience?--Ah Madam! I could rather wish you to check than encourage_it_.