on our hands. We read, we work, we walk, and¹when fatigued with these Employments releiveour spirits, either by a lively song, a graceful Dance, or by some smart bon-mot, and witty repartée.We are handsome my dear Charlotte, very handsomeand the greatest of our Perfections is, that weare entirely insensible of them ourselves. But whydo I thus dwell on myself? Let me rather re--peat the praise of our dear little Neice the inno--cent Louisa, who is at present sweetly smilingin a gentle Nap, as she reposes on the Sofa. Thedear Creature is just turned of two years old; ashandsome as tho'though 2 & 420,² as sensible as tho'though 2 & 30,and as prudent as tho'though 2 & 40. To convince you ofthis, I must inform you that she has a very fine