A NOVE 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.

Indeed,

my dear girl, I feel for you; I pity you; for well do I know our feparation will colt 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 abfence fhall 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 bestowed in the cultivation of the best natural understanding that ever was given to one of our weak fex, as the lords If the creation think proner to call us ;-But I