tears. She never named Delvile, she begged Mrs Charlton never to
mention him; she called to her aid the account she had received from Dr
Lyster of his firmness, and endeavoured, by an emulous ambition, to
fortify her mind from the weakness of depression and regret.

This week, a week of struggle with all her feelings, was just elapsed,
when she received by the post the following letter from Mrs Delvile.

_To Miss Beverley_.

BRISTOL, _Oct_. 21.

My sweet young friend will not, I hope, be sorry to hear of my safe
arrival at this place: to me every account of her health and welfare,
will ever be the intelligence I shall most covet to receive. Yet I mean
not to ask for it in return; to chance I will trust for information,
and I only write now to say I shall write no more.

Too much for thanks is what I owe you, and what I think of you is
beyond all power of expression. Do not, then, wish me ill, ill as I
have seemed to merit of you, for my own heart is almost broken by the
tyranny I have been compelled to practise upon yours. And now let me
bid a long adieu to you, my admirable Cecilia; you shall not be
tormented with a useless correspondence, which can only awaken painful
recollections, or give rise to yet more painful new anxieties.
Fervently will I pray for the restoration of your happiness, to which
nothing can so greatly contribute as that wise, that uniform command,
so feminine, yet so dignified, you maintain over your passions; which
often I have admired, though never so feelingly as at this conscious
moment! when my own health is the sacrifice of emotions most fatally