nes; I therefore think a young man who
condescends to visit an old one, the healthy who visit the sick, the
man of sense who spends his time with a fool, and even a handsome
fellow with an ugly one, are the persons who confer the favor,
whatever difference there may be in rank or fortune.

Colonel Rivers did me the honor to spend a day with me here, and I
have not often lately passed a pleasanter one: the desire I had not to
discredit your partial recommendation, and my very strong inclinations
to seduce him to come again, made me intirely discard the old man; and
I believe your friend will tell you the hours did not pass on leaden
wings.

I expect you, with Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald, to pass some time with
me at Richmond.

I have the best claret in the universe, and as lively a relish for
it as at five and twenty.

Adieu! Your affectionate
H----

LETTER 185.

To Colonel Rivers, at Bellfield, Rutland.

Rose-hill, Sept. 18.

Since I sent away my letter, I have your last.

You tell me, my dear Rivers, the strong emotion I betrayed at seeing
Sir George, when you came together to Montreal, made you fear I loved
him; that you were jealous of the blush which glowed on my cheek, when
he entered the room: that you still remember it with regret; that you
still fancy I had once some degree of tenderness for him, and beg me to
account for the apparent confusion I betrayed at his sight.

I own that emotion; my confusion was indeed too great to be
concealed: but was he alone, my Rivers? can you forget that he had with
him the most lovely of mankind?

Sir George was handsome; I have often regarded his person with
admiration, but it was the admiration we give to a statue.

I listened coldly to his love, I felt no emotion at his sight; but
when you appeared, my heart beat, I blushed, I turned pale by turns, my
eyes assumed a new softness, I trembled, and every pulse confessed the
master of my soul.

My friends are come: I am called down. Adieu! Be assured your Emily
never breathed a sigh but for her Rivers!

Adieu! Yours,
Emily Montague.

LETTER 186.

To Colonel Rivers, at Bellfield, Rutland.

London, Sept. 18.

I have this moment your letter; we are setting out in ten minutes
for Rose-hill, where I will finish this, and hope to give you a
pleasing account of your Emily.

You are certainly right in keeping this proposal secret at present;
depend on our silence; I co