"DEAR SIR,

"Fanny has got so proud that she will

not accept of presents, so I send them to you, because I know you don't mind taking things which are no cost whatever to us, but which may make a nice dish to keep down London bills;-I only gave three-halfpence a-piece for the larks, yesterday, and the cheese I made myself; please to turn it every day, and if you keep it up in the cupboard in your own room, (which is the best way to keep it safe,) you had better set the cupboard-door a-jar after the servants are gone to bed.

"We shall have a nice small pig fit for killing next week, which I shall send you. Give my affectionate love to Fanny, and believe me,

"Yours, &c.

"CORDELIA RODNEY.

"P. S. Will you tell Fanny that she has left two hair-brushes and a small bottle of salts in her dressing-table drawer, and please to ask her if I shall send them up next week--don't tell her of the pig, but they can all go together in the same parcel."

This was a death-blow to his Excellency, who in a rage desired all the contents of the parcel to be thrown into the street; and having read the letter he threw it to his Lady, exclaiming, "Ma'am, the old woman is mad, Ma'am, mad as a March hare ;"-having, however, at the same time the delicacy to omit mentioning the name of his mother-in-law, not out of respect for his wife's feelings, but because he was afraid that his own consequence would suffer in the estimation of his associates, if it could be imagined that larks and cheese could possibly come from her Ladyship's mother.

I shall I hope be pardoned for this episodaical anecdote, which has brought me, unwittingly, back to the Rodneys, because it displays the consequences of Mr. Rodney's scheming, and prepares the reader for the fact, that all correspondence ceased, before their departure, between the young couple and the parents. Mrs. Rodney finding her delicate attentions were ill received, appealed to her husband, who, angered at being despised in his own person, or that of his wife, by the child to whom they had given birth, and being as ignorant of the ways of the world as infants, wrote a violent letter to Sir Frederick,

reproaching him, in the most poetical language, with the horrible crime of exciting their daughter to ingratitude, and loading him with reproaches for having made a rebel of the fondest creature that ever drew breath.

To this, Fanny, at her husband's desire, replied; and being now a little initiated into the customs and manners of society, vindicated Sir Frederick from the charges exhibited against him, and explained in mild, but proper terms, the total difference of the sphere in which she now moved from that which she had left, and that what were amongst equals very satisfactory marks of friendship and affection, became, when offered under different circumstances, irksome on the one hand, and ridiculous on the other. Indeed, with unaltered feelings of affection for her parents, Fanny saw the absolute absurdity of continuing such a system; and although she was bitterly wounded, in the first instance, when the objectionable basket of Sandwiches was ejected from the carriage, she had reverted in her mind to that occurrence with subdued feelings, now that she knew the world better, and upon the same principle solicited her parents to avoid any repetition of the unintentional offence, or at least, undesired civility.

To this letter, written in affectionate language, and which concluded by again impressing upon the minds of her parents the difference of her present station from that in which she had been formerly placed, the poor girl received the most violent answer from her father, whose temper, soured by the evils which he saw threatening him, charged her with pride, and every base feeling which can inhabit the breast of a fiend-every allusion to her change of situation was met by the question, whether she forgot who qualified her for such a change, who fed and educated her, (as if feeding and educating one's children was a meritorious performance, instead of a paternal duty,) and calling upon her to remember her father and mother, who were, in fact, every bit as good as Sir Frederick, although they had not enriched themselves by cajoling right heirs out of their property, nor cutting the throats of poor innocent Indians.

One letter led to another, one reproach to another, until Sir Frederick felt-and properly too-that it was quite time to put a stop to the correspondence, and stopped it was; but so deeply and bitterly had the old couple been wounded by the neglect, or refusal of their misplaced attentions, that Fanny was doomed to

receive the malediction of her father,-to avoid which, and save him from ruin, she had sacrificed every hope of happiness on earth.

In this dreadful family contest, Fanny acted purely from principle, she would have given worlds, had it been possible, to have thrown down her pen and rushed to the arms of her parents, and have explained to them verbally why their conduct was offensive; she would rather still have fallen back into the society where their kindnesses would have been acceptable, and, as the partner of Welsted, have joyously received the same humble well-meant marks of maternal affection; but it was now too late to think of this ;-the choice had been her father's, not her own; she had been forced into a sphere which was not adapted either to her taste or inclinations, but it was done, and it was now her duty to conform herself to him to whom she owed obedience, and to whose habits and will it was a matter of principle to adapt herself she therefore did that which was right, but being unhappily misunderstood, caused that feud which raged so violently, that it was not until the ship was actually under weigh, and it was therefore impossible to receive any answer or in