should carry him? His tongue being now thick, and his brains
bemused, he could not find the sign of his inn in his noddle. So,
the merry devil prompting me, I gave the men the address of his
ancient flame, my Lady Bellaston, and off they jogged with Jones.

Was there ever, Belford, a stranger amoris redintegratio than this
must have been, when our Lydia heard the old love at the rarely
shaken doors:


Me tuo longas pereunte noctes,
Lydia, dormis?


Ah, how little hath Madam Sophia taken by despatching her lord to
town, and all to break my head. My fellow, who carries this to
thee, has just met Fellamar's man, and tells me that FELLAMAR
YESTERDAY WENT DOWN INTO SOMERSET. What bodes this rare
conjunction and disjunction of man and wife and of old affections?
and hath "Thomas, a Foundling," too, gone the way of all flesh?

Thy LOVELACE.

No news of the dear fugitive! Ah, Belford, my conscience and my
cousins call me a villain! Minxes all.



LETTER: From Miss Catherine Morland to Miss Eleanor Tilney.