4 JOURNEY INTO THE COUNTRY. 



LETTER 11. 



FROM THE SAME TO THE SAME. 



MY DEAR EMILY, 



The uneasy motion of the coach, and my 

 depression of spirits, rendered my first day's journey 

 inexpressibly fatiguing : at night, weary as I was, I 

 had no maid to assist me in undressing. I then 

 felt, for the first time, that a fine lady is a very 

 helpless being ; and I comforted myself with the re- 

 flection, that necessity would at least teach me to 

 wait upon myself. Notwithstanding the novelty of 

 my situation, in an inn, and amongst strangers, I 

 slept soundly, and arose more capable of attending 

 to the civilities of my fellow-travellers than the day 

 before. For, believe me, Emily, the kindness of these 

 people, whom, a few days before, I should have re- 

 garded with false pride as my inferiors, was a gi'eat 

 consolation to me in my forlorn situation. In the 

 evening I arrived at my aunt's, rejoiced to find myself 

 under the protection of one who owned me for a re- 

 lation. My cousin met me at the door with a most 

 engaging welcome. She is about two years older 

 than I am. Her face is not regularly handsome, but 



