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Mrs Allen was now quite happy--quite satisfied with Bath She had found some acquaintance, had been so lucky too as to find in them the faood fortune, had found these friends by no means so expensively dressed as herself Her daily expressions were no longer, "I e had solad I aer in proe and Isabella themselves could be; never satisfied with the day unless she spent the chief of it by the side of Mrs Thorpe, in what they called conversation, but in which there was scarcely ever any exchange of opinion, and not often any resemblance of subject, for Mrs Thorpe talked chiefly of her children, and Mrs Allen of her gowns

The progress of the friendship between Catherine and Isabella was quick as its beginning had been warradation of increasing tenderness that there was shortly no fresh proof of it to be given to their friends or themselves They called each other by their Christian name, were always arm in arm when they walked, pinned up each other's train for the dance, and were not to be divided in the set; and if a rainydeprived the in defiance of wet and dirt, and shut theether Yes, novels; for I will not adopt that ungenerous and i by their contemptuous censure the very perfor--joining with their greatest ene the harshest epithets on such works, and scarcely ever per them to be read by their own heroine, who, if she accidentally take up a novel, is sure to turn over its insipid pages with disgust Alas! If the heroine of one novel be not patronized by the heroine of another, froard? I cannot approve of it Let us leave it to the reviewers to abuse such effusions of fancy at their leisure, and over every new novel to talk in threadbare strains of the trash hich the press now groans Let us not desert one another; we are an injured body Although our productions have afforded more extensive and unaffected pleasure than those of any other literary corporation in the world, no species of conorance, or fashion, our foes are almost as many as our readers And while the abilities of the nine-hundredth abridger of the History of England, or of the man who collects and publishes in a volume some dozen lines of Milton, Pope, and Prior, with a paper froized by a thousand pens--there see the capacity and undervaluing the labour of the novelist, and of slighting the perforenius, wit, and taste to recommend them "I aine that I often read novels--It is really very well for a novel" Such is the co, Miss--?" "Oh!