Chapter 31

The Honourable GEORGE MOLESWORTH to RICHARD RISBY, Esq;

_Dover_.

Say not a word of it;--no, not for the world;--the body of Miss Powis is drove on shore.--If the family choose to have her brought down, it may be done some time hence.--I have order'd an undertaker to get a lead coffin, and will take care to have her remains properly deposited.--It would be an act of cruelty at present to acquaint her friends with this circumstance.--I have neither leisure or spirits to tell you in what manner the body was found, and how I knew it to be miss Powis's.

The shore is fill'd with a multitude of people.--What sights will they gaze on to satisfy their curiosity!--a curiosity that makes human nature shrink.

I have got three matronly women to go with the undertaker, that the body may be taken up with decency.

Darcey lives;--but _how_ does he live?--Without sense; almost without motion.

God protect the good old steward!--the worthy Jenkings!--He is with you before this;--he has told you everything. I could not write by him:--I thought I should never be able to touch a pen again.--He had left Dover before the body was found.--What conflicts did he escape! But as it is, I fear his grey hairs will go down with sorrow to the grave.--God support us all!

MOLESWORTH.