A NOVE E L.

IN TWO VOLUMES.

BY A YOUNG LADY.

Whate'er the paffion, knowledge, fame, or pelf,
Not one will change his neighbour with himself.
The learn'd is happy, Nature to explore;
The fool is happy, that he knows no more;
The rich is happy, in the plenty given;
The poor contented with the care of Heaven.

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INDEED, my dear girl, I feel for you; I

pity you; for well do I know our feparation will coft you many tears; but remember, my dear, 'twas unavoidable, or it fhould not with my confent have happened. Let this, I charge you, confole your affectionate heart; and depend upon it, neither time nor absence shall ever have power to weaken my attachment to my lovely pupil. I look back, I do affure you, with peculiar pleafure to the time I have beftowed in the cultivation of the best natural understanding that ever was given to one of our weak fex, as the lords f the creation think proner to call us ;-But I