The National Register.
London, England, 1814-12-25 00:00:00

DEC. 25.

Lord Ellenborough expressed his doubts hoW fae,the.llle fendapt
was entitled to recover from the underwriters, that howetee was.,
a question between them, and the present Plana bad nothing
to do with it.—The Jury now found a verdict. fur -the rlaiutiff, sub..,
ject to a case en a point of form.

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THE COUNTESS OF ROSEBERRY AND SIR H.
MILDMA Y.

The following are.further extracts from the letters read upcin the
• '

A letter begins—
" Oh, my love, to what has an unfortunate attachment-reduced
113 both? God of Heaven, is it possible! and has my Harriet suffered
for her attachment to one so unwor thy of her, but one who among
all his faults, will Hever be charged of infidelity to her. Whatever
distance shall be interposed between us, you will ever he present in
my thoughts. You desire my secrecy. You say that --'s
earlier departure for Scotland than you expected will not allow yon
t• go to the masquerade. For God's sake, prevail on kim not to go
to Scotland so early as Friday. Tell him whatever comes into your
thoughts—tell him I will give you up entirely. If you are absent
what can the masquerade have to entice me ? By all our loves I
implore you—by every happy moment we have passed in each other's
anus—by every burning kiss which I have ever implanted on your
heavenly lips—contrive to avert this blow. Go, my love, to the
Opera; go any where; and don't hang your lovely head. What-
ever Roseberry may say, shall have no influence on me ; I shall not
allow myself to be affected by any impertinence he may choose to
adopt towards me ; you may rely on my temper."

Anther says— -
" There is nothing which I will not attempt—no mean disguise
which I will not assume—no desperate hazard to which lam not
ready Jo expose myself for the sake of passing my life near yen—
in your heart I know I shall ever be.—Friday !!! That will always
be a dreadful sounding day to me--Oh, no, no, no! Let what will
occur, I shall always reflect with•delighr that I• have been blushedwith your love anti -affection. If I lose you, I will leave my coan•
y for ever--you are the only tie which bindi me: to it. I will
leave it, hut in what way Heaven, who wilrbe my conductor, only
knows. Reflect, angelic creature, that we may never meet more—
think that your smile; when your Harry last met yon, may soon be
turned to a tear on his grave. Throw all the blame on me--but do•
not think ill of me, Harriet—no, darling angel, dearest of human
beings, I would sacrifice every thing for your sake.
sin mad—raving mad. What 1. shall I lose my Harriet ?—Forthe
sake of Lord Roseberry, I will readily part.with my character--he
will be satisfied when 1 have left England--Arlirit! my Harriet!
Affect a gaiety, Wynn have it not.—Once more adieu ! I..et me but
live in your artni. Shall I never more touch thy angel lips?—slisll
I never more exchange vows with my Harriet ?. Nothing shall pie-
vent me : our hearts will be ever joined, though we can scarce trust
our persons."

In another lie says— •
" Yon could not deny to your father that the subject of our con-
versations have not always beet( perfectly innocent. • What: a
wretched man Kul I, who have involved in unhappiness a heavenly
creature, whose one smile is worth all the world besides; but .1
have been blessed in being beloved by my Harriet. Dearest' of
women, you can judge by ymir own feelings what mine are—that 1
am able to pronounce these talismanic words: I have loved, and
loved unhappily, but not the less perseveringly."

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Though boundless waves and oceans ri:11 hytween my love and me,
They never, never shall divide my heart and soul from thee.'

Another letter begun—

" Goddess of my idolatry, my charming Harriet! I shall g ► the
Panorama a quarter.before three o'clock, where I sh ill wait till. I
sec you! I was glad you were not last night• at the supl.er -- what
%Could you do among the Ithichers? IVC 1191 not at the masciu
Igo where-mv iiarrtet is not y I think my angel does
love me. But, oh! separation! the bate -idea is wore than death.
lam not, it scums, allowed to. band you to your carnage. I eau
bear it no longer ; and though I would not lot!t one hair of hit head
hitt I rattier Igo wankd take my life than go on a.: Ido now. It it is
not possible for site to see my Harriet, I should rejoice if I ivirtit
would release me. My Harriet. if you Aral take the resolute deter.
and. throw yourself into your Harry's artnA, I' should have
something to bind me So the world,•blit no, I an dreAryw; desolate,
and atone. I see no possibility of our intercourse not being cut off
during your stay,—After Roleberry has bad his satisfaction ; he