With less of Earth in them than Heaven" &c But while we are on the subject of Poetry, what think you Miss H. of Burns's Lines to his Mary？-Oh！ there is Pathos to madden one！-If ever there was a Man who felt, it was Burns.- Montgomery has all the Fire of Poetry, Wordsworth has the true soul of it-Campbell in his pleasures of Hope has touched the extreme of our Sensations-"Like Angel's visits, few and far between." Can you conceive any thing more subduing, more melting, more fraught with the deep Sublime than that Line？- But Burns-I confess my sense of his Pre-eminence Miss H.-If Scott has a fault, it is the want of Passion. Tender, Elegant, Descriptive-but Tame.-The Man who cannot do justice to the attributes of Woman is my contempt.-Sometimes indeed a flash of feeling seems to irradiate him-as in the Lines we were speaking of-"Oh！ Woman in our hours of Ease"-. But Burns is always on fire.-His Soul was the Altar in which lovely Woman sat enshrined, his Spirit truly breathed the immortal Incence which is her Due.-' 'I have read several of Burns' Poems with great delight,' said Charlotte as soon as she had time to speak, 'but I am not poetic enough to separate a Man's Poetry entirely from his Character；-and poor Burns's known Irregularities, greatly interrupt my enjoyment of his Lines.-I have difficulty in depending on the Truth of his Feelings as a Lover. I have not faith in the sincerity of the affections of a Man of his Description. He felt and he wrote and he forgot.' 'Oh！ no no'-exclaimed Sir Edward in an extasy. 'He was all ardour and Truth！-His Genius and his Susceptibilities might lead him into some Aberrations-But who is perfect？-It were Hyper-criticism, it were Pseudo-philosophy to expect from the soul of high toned Genius, the grovellings of a common mind.-The Coruscations of Talent, elicited by impassioned feeling in the breast of Man, are perhaps incompatible with some of the prosaic Decencies of Life；-nor can you, loveliest Miss Heywood （speaking with an air of deep sentiment）-nor can any Woman be a fair Judge of what a Man may be propelled to say, write or do, by the sovereign impulses of illimitable Ardour.' This was very fine；-but if Charlotte understood it at all, not very moral-and being moreover by no means pleased with his extraordinary stile of compliment, she gravely answered 'I really know nothing of the matter.-This is a charming day. The Wind I fancy must be Southerly.' 'Happy, happy Wind, to engage Miss Heywood's Thoughts！' She began to think him downright silly.-His chusing to walk with her, she had learnt to understand. It was done to pique Miss Brereton. She had read it, in an anxious glance or two on his side-but why he should talk so much Nonsense, unless he could do no better, was un- intelligible.-He seemed very sentimental, very full of some Feelings or other, and very much addicted to all the newest-fashioned hard words-had not a very clear Brain she presumed, and talked a good deal by rote.-The Future might explain him further-but when there was a proposition for going into the Library she felt that she had had quite enough of Sir Edward for one morning, and very gladly accepted Lady D.'s invitation of remaining on the Terrace with her.-The others all left them, Sir Edward with looks of very gallant despair in tearing himself away, and they united their agreableness-that is, Lady Denham like a true great Lady, talked and talked only of her own concerns, and Charlotte listened-amused in considering the contrast between her two companions.-Certainly, there was no strain of doubtful Sentiment, nor any phrase of difficult interpretation in Lady D's discourse. Taking hold of Charlotte's arm with the ease of one who felt that any notice from her was an Honour, and communicative, from the influence of the same conscious Importance or a natural love of talking, she immediately said in a tone of great satisfaction-and with a look of arch sagacity-'Miss Esther wants me to invite her and her Brother to spend a week with me at Sanditon House, as I did last Summer-but I shan't.-She has been trying to get round me every way, with her praise of this, and her praise of that； but I saw what she was about.-I saw through it all.-I am not very easily taken in my Dear.' Charlotte could think of nothing more harmless to be said, than the simple enquiry of- 'Sir Edward and Miss Denham？'-'Yes, my Dear. My young Folks, as I call them sometimes, for I take them very much by the hand. I had them with me last Summer about this time, for a week； from Monday to Monday； and very delighted and thankful they were.- For they are very good young People my Dear.

    I would not have you think that I only notice them, for poor dear Sir Harry's sake. No, no； they are very deserving themselves, or trust me, they would not be so much in my Company.-I am not the Woman to help any body blindfold.-I always take care to know what I am about and who I have to deal with, before I stir a finger.-I do not think I was ever over-reached in my Life； and That is a good deal for a Woman to say that has been married twice.-Poor dear Sir Harry （between ourselves） thought at first to have got more.-But （with a bit of a sigh） he is gone, and we must not find fault with the Dead. Nobody could live happier together than us-and he was a very honourable Man, quite the Gentleman of ancient Family.- And when he died, I gave Sir Edward his Gold Watch.' She said this with a look at her Companion which implied its right to produce a great Impression-and seeing no rapturous astonishment in Charlotte's countenance, added quickly-'He did not bequeath it to his Nephew, my dear-It was no bequest. It was not in the Will. He only told me, and that but once, that he should wish his Nephew to have his Watch； but it need not have been binding, if I had not chose it.' 'Very kind indeed！ very Handsome；'-said Charlotte, absolutely forced to affect admiration.-'Yes, my dear-and it is not the only kind thing I have done by him.-I have been a very liberal friend to Sir Edward. And poor young Man, he needs it bad enough；-For though I am only the Dowager my Dear, and he is the Heir, things do not stand between us in the way they commonly do between those two parties.-Not a shilling do I receive from the Denham Estate. Sir Edward has no Payments to make me. He don't stand uppermost, believe me.-It is I that help him.' 'Indeed！-He is a very fine young Man；-particularly Elegant in his Address.'-This was said chiefly for the sake of saying something-but Charlotte directly saw that it was laying her open to suspicion by Lady D.'s giving a shrewd glance at her and replying-'Yes, yes, he is very well to look at-and it is to be hoped that some Lady of large fortune will think so-for Sir Edward must marry for Money.-He and I often talk that matter over.-A handsome young fellow like him, will go smirking and smiling about and paying girls compliments but he knows he must marry for Money.-And Sir Edward is a very steady young Man in the main, and has got very good notions.' 'Sir Edward Denham,' said Charlotte, 'with such personal Advantages may be almost sure of getting a Woman of fortune, if he chuses it.'-This glorious sentiment seemed quite to remove suspicion. 'Aye my Dear-That's very sensibly said' cried Lady D-'And if we could but get a young Heiress to S.！ But Heiresses are monstrous scarce！ I do not think we have had an Heiress here, or even a Co- since Sanditon has been a public place. Families come after Families, but as far as I can learn, it is not one in an hundred of them that have any real Property, Landed or Funded.-An Income perhaps, but no Property. Clergymen may be, or Lawyers from Town, or Half pay officers, or Widows with only a jointure. And what good can such people do anybody？-except just as they take our empty Houses-and （between ourselves） I think they are great fools for not staying at home. Now, if we could get a young Heiress to be sent here for her health-（and if she was ordered to drink asses milk I could supply her）-and as soon as she got well, have her fall in love with Sir Edward！'-'That would be very fortunate indeed.' 'And Miss Esther must marry somebody of fortune too-She must get a rich Husband.