Chapter 40

The Honourable GEORGE MOLESWORTH

to RICHARD RISBY, Esq;

_Dover_.

All is happiness, Dick!--I see nothing else; I hear of nothing else.--It is the _last_ thing I take leave of at night;--the _first_ thing I meet in the morning.--_Yesterday_ was full of it!--_yesterday_ I dined with Mr. and Mrs. Powis and their charming daughter, at the Banker's.--To look back, it seems as if I had gone through all the vexations of my life in the last three weeks.

Darcey would not let me rest 'till I had been to congratulate them, or rather to satisfy his own impatience, being distracted to hear how Miss Powis bore the great discovery.--Her fortitude is amazing!--But Sir James has had every particular from his son, therefore I shall be too late on that subject.

The following short epistle I receiv'd from Mr. Powis, as I was setting off for Town.

Mr. Powis to the Honourable GEORGE MOLESWORTH.

_London_,

"The first moment I can tear myself from the tender embraces of all my hopes;--the first moment I can leave my belov'd daughter, I come to Dover;--I come to acknowledge my gratitude to the noble-minded Molesworth--I come to testify my affection to the generous, disinterested Lord Darcey.--We pray for the recovery of his. Lordship's health.--When that is establish'd, not one wish will be wanting to complete the felicity of

J. Powis."

The more I know of _this_ family, the more I admire them.--I _must_ be their neighbour, that's certain--_Suppose_ I petition for a little spot at one end of the park; _suppose_ you throw up your commission; and we live together two snug batchelors.

Darcey vows he will go to Town next week.--If fatigue should cause him to relapse, what will become of us _then?_--But I will not think of that _now_.

We shall come down a joyful, cavalcade to the Abbey.--I long to see the doors thrown open to receive us.--School-boy like, I shall first count days;--next hours;--then minutes: though I am your's the same here, there, and every where.

MOLESWORTH.