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in her own resumed person and dress; when she bent her knee to her father, the Duke, and said—

"To you I give myself-for I am yours;"

and when, falling into Orlando's arms, she repeated the same words,

"To you I give myself-for I am yours!"

The marked difference of her look and voice in repeating that line, and particularly the last word of it, was inimitably striking. The tender joy of filial love was in the first; the whole soul of enamoured transport in the second. The extremely heightened emphasis on the word yours, produced an effect greater than you can conceive could result from the circumstance, without seeing and hearing it given by that mistress of the passions.

I do not wonder that the idea of meeting Mrs in public jars you.

"Not the basilisk

More deadly to the sight, than to the soul
The cool injurious eye of frozen kindness.
Let us not meet its poison."

Adieu, dear Sophia; far be from your spirit every baleful impression!

LETTER XXXV.

TO MRS STOKES*

Lichfield, August 9, 1786.

My acquaintance is such a nothing at Shrewsbury, dear friend, that I cannot hope my recommendations could be of use to Dr Stokes ;-but what I can I will. After all that could be done by introduction, even where its sources are plenteous as mine are limited, it is to the luck of some remarkable cures that young physicians must owe their rising into practice. The sense of pain, and the dread of death, are arbitrary impulses, before which all lesser considerations vanish.

Yes, indeed, my expectations were more than answered by the abbey-music. In smaller scenes the single songs have certainly been heard to more advantage; but all that resulted from the blended harmony, both of voices and instruments, was above description, and beyond compare. The

* The lady of Dr Stokes, physician of Chesterfield, Derbyshire: when first intimate with Miss Seward, she was Miss Rogers of Dronfield, in that county.

picturesque powers of some of the chorusses seemed miraculous. Above all others, in that celebrated one from Israel in Egypt, which describes the return of the Red-sea over the host of Pharaoh. It is then that we felt the dire situation from the clang of the trumpets, the thunder of the drums, the sounds of wild dismay, which burst in vollies from every part of the vast orchestra, whilst a distinct melody was preserved amidst the fearful and mingled tones, as the horse and his rider were thrown into the sea.

You inquire after my correspondence with the illustrious H. It is not what it was; but the deficiency, or cause of deficiency, proceeds not from me. I honour and love him as well as ever; yet I feel that the silver cord of our amity is loosening at more links than one.

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People teaze me with applications to write epitaphs upon their favourite friends. Of frequent compliance, there would be no end, and I could wish never to attempt another. That path of composition is so narrow, and so beaten, that one cannot hope to gather in it one novel floret, especially where an uneventful life, and a consequently monotonous virtue preclude the possibility of appropriate praise.

As to Madam Genlis on Education, I like not the experiments she is perpetually making on the

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minds and dispositions of her pupils, at the expence of truth. Truth ought never to be violated with children, much less should its violation form part of a system. Neither do I approve of the climax of excellence in the books which she would recommend as the proper studies of young people between fifteen and twenty-five. species of books that first interest and delight the opening mind about fifteen, we may say, will continue to charm and interest through life, more than any other kind of books. Remembered delight, and associated ideas, will chain the inclinations to that level. A naturally intelligent mind, especially beneath the guidance of an instructor who has just taste, will be found capable of feeling the most elevated compositions in prose and verse at fifteen. Sensibility and enthusiasm, then in their pristine, and consequently strongest glow, have an intuitive impression of the vast, the wonderful, the fair, and the elegant. There is no danger, that first-rate excellence in writing will make it less charming to youth, whose taste, in that respect, should early be set as high as possible.

But what an interesting story is that of the imprisoned Duchess! I am in possession of some original letters from Dr Johnson to Miss Boothby, for whom he had a platonic passion. One

of them begins thus :-" It is midnight; I am alone, and in no disposition to slumber. How shall I employ this waste hour of darkness and vacuity ?"

Alas! for the story is true; how did that unhappy woman employ nine waste years of darkness and vacuity? When, in 1764, Mr Porter came over from Italy to marry my lovely sister, he told us that singular and almost incredible circumstance, of a woman of fashion, in that country, having then been just discovered and rescued from a nine years confinement in a subterraneous dungeon, into which no ray of light had, in the long long interval, ever penetrated. But he did not, like Madam Genlis, represent her innocent, though, with great horror and compassion, he instanced that dire revenge, as a consequence of Italian jealousy, which had not reconciled itself to the cicesbeo privileges.

I hope you will find Shrewsbury a prosperous, as certainly it is a pleasant residence.

"Admired Salopia! that, with venial pride,
View'st thy fair form in Severn's lucid wave,"

Be thou auspicious to the health, the interest, and the fame of my friends!

Mr Saville desires his best remembrances to you and the Doctor, whose botanic enthusiasm

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