M0LESW0RTH.

LETTER XLIII.

Miss DELVES to Mrs. DELVES.

_Barford Abbey_.

Are you well, Madam? Is my dear portlyher well? Tell me you are, and neverwas so ecstatic a creature as your daughter. I tremble with pleasure,--withjoy,--with delight:--but I _must_--my duty, my affection, every thingsays I _must_ sit down to write.--You did not look at how we were marshall'dat setting out:--I wish you could have got up early enough:--never wasthere such joyous party!