the Travellor¹ might always know how far inhis progreſs round the Paddock he was got –.Maria stooppeded² to pick up the beautiful flower,and with all her FamilyGenerosity presented itto her Husband. "My dear Frederic, said she, praytake this charming rose." "Rose! exclaimed M^rGower –. Oh! Maria, of what does not that remindme! Alas my poor Sister, how have I neglectedyou!" The truth was that M^r Gower was theonly son of a very large Family, of which Miſs Rose Gower was the thirteenth daughter. Thisyoung Lady whose merits deserved a better fate than she met with, was the darling of her re::lations –From the clearneſs of her skin & theBrilliancy of her Eyes, she was fully entitled to all their partial affection. Another circum::stance contributed to the general Love they bore her, and that was one of the finest heads of hairin the world. A few Months before her Brother's marriage, her heart had been engaged by the at::tentions and charms of a young Man whose high