embraced his sweet Child and after saluting Matilda and Me
hastily broke from us and seating himself in his Chaise, pursued
the road to Aberdeen. Never was there a better young Man! Ah!
how little did he deserve the misfortunes he has experienced in
the Marriage state. So good a Husband to so bad a Wife! for you
know my dear Charlotte that the Worthless Louisa left him, her
Child and reputation a few weeks ago in company with Danvers and
dishonour. Never was there a sweeter face, a finer form, or a
less amiable Heart than Louisa owned! Her child already
possesses the personal Charms of her unhappy Mother! May she
inherit from her Father all his mental ones! Lesley is at
present but five and twenty, and has already given himself up to
melancholy and Despair; what a difference between him and his
Father! Sir George is 57 and still remains the Beau, the flighty
stripling, the gay Lad, and sprightly Youngster, that his Son was
really about five years back, and that HE has affected to appear
ever since my remembrance. While our father is fluttering about
the streets of London, gay, dissipated, and Thoughtless at the
age of 57, Matilda and I continue secluded from Mankind in our
old and Mouldering Castle, which is situated two miles from Perth
on a bold projecting Rock, and commands an extensive veiw of the
Town and its delightful Environs. But tho' retired from almost
all the World, (for we visit no one but the M'Leods, The
M'Kenzies, the M'Phersons, the M'Cartneys, the M'Donalds, The
M'kinnons, the M'lellans, the M'kays, the Macbeths and the
Macduffs) we are neither dull nor unhappy; on the contrary there
never were two more lively, more agreable or more witty girls,
than we are; not an hour in the Day hangs heavy on our Hands. We
read, we work, we walk, and when fatigued with these Employments
releive our spirits, either by a lively song, a graceful Dance,