_Barford Abbey_.

Lost my heart _again!_--Be not surpriz'd, Madam; I lose and find it tentimes a day;--yet it never strays from Barford Abbey.--The last accountyou had from me it was button'd inside Mr. Morgan'shunting-frock:--since that, it has been God knows with whomm:--sometimeswrapt in a black coat;--sometimes in a black;--sometimes in a green:--butfinding many competitors flew to black, where it now lies snug, hot,and easy.--Restless creature! I will never take it home again.

What think you, Madam, of a _Dean_ for a son-in-law?

What do I think? you say.--Why the gentlemen of the church have too muchsense and gravity to take my madcap off my arms.--Well, Madam, butsuppose the Dean of H---- now you look pleas'd.--0h, the Dean of_H----!_ What the _Dean_, Bessy, that Lady Jane used to talk of:--the_Dean_ that married Mr. and Mrs. Powis.

As sure as I live, Madam, the _very_ man:--and _to-morrow,--to-morrow attwelve_, he is to unite their lovely daughter with Lord Darcey.--Am I not_very_ good,--_extremely_ good, _indeed_, to sit down and write,--whenevery person far somewhat below is solacing themselves on the approach of this cheerfulfestival?

I would suffer shipwreck ten times;--ten times would I be drove onuninhabited islands, for such a husband as Lord Darcey.--Miss Powis'sdanger was only imaginary, yet _she_ must be _so_ rewarded.--Well, she_shall_ be rewarded:--she _ought_ to be rewarded:--Lord Darcey shallreward her.