Hello Listeners, Sorry for the Late Uploads The world got away from me this week. Tonight will conclude Lady Susan with episodes 25-42 being uploaded ASAP The recomended age for this book is 16+ younger listeners may hear it, as there is no vulger language, but may not understand the nuance of what is happening. As of 5/30/2021 i have been laid off of my job for ball park one month. I make these podcasts entirely out of my own wallet and though production costs arn't the biggest thing in the universe they do make up a large chunk of my income when i have a job. So please consider throwing us a little financial support if you like what i do and you want to see our little channels grow and improve. Patreon https://www.patreon.com/FunFactsWith RedBubble shop FunFactsWith.redbubble.com or heck even Venmo @vlogwonderland In other news we are looking for more guests. so if you want to be on the show or if you represent a celebrity, scientist, or other expert who would like to come on the show for free. Please fill out the google form here https://forms.gle/uTgyjhxp248mMKZK7 If you are looking for something to listen to Please check out our sister podcast at Funfactswith.com Facebook https://www.facebook.com/FunFactsWith Twitter @FunFactsWith1 Instagram @funfactswith Tiktok @Funfactswith Read Along Below MRS. JOHNSON TO LADY SUSAN Edward Street. I am gratified by your reference, and this is my advice: that you come to town yourself, without loss of time, but that you leave Frederica behind. It would surely be much more to the purpose to get yourself well established by marrying Mr. De Courcy, than to irritate him and the rest of his family by making her marry Sir James. You should think more of yourself and less of your daughter. She is not of a disposition to do you credit in the world, and seems precisely in her proper place at Churchhill, with the Vernons. But you are fitted for society, and it is shameful to have you exiled from it. Leave Frederica, therefore, to punish herself for the plague she has given you, by indulging that romantic tender-heartedness which will always ensure her misery enough, and come to London as soon as you can. I have another reason for urging this: Mainwaring came to town last week, and has contrived, in spite of Mr. Johnson, to make opportunities of seeing me. He is absolutely miserable about you, and jealous to such a degree of De Courcy that it would be highly unadvisable for them to meet at present. And yet, if you do not allow him to see you here, I cannot answer for his not committing some great imprudence—such as going to Churchhill, for instance, which would be dreadful! Besides, if you take my advice, and resolve to marry De Courcy, it will be indispensably necessary to you to get Mainwaring out of the way; and you only can have influence enough to send him back to his wife. I have still another motive for your coming: Mr. Johnson leaves London next Tuesday; he is going for his health to Bath, where, if the waters are favourable to his constitution and my wishes, he will be laid up with the gout many weeks. During his absence we shall be able to chuse our own society, and to have true enjoyment. I would ask you to Edward Street, but that once he forced from me a kind of promise never to invite you to my house; nothing but my being in the utmost distress for money should have extorted it from me. I can get you, however, a nice drawing-room apartment in Upper Seymour Street, and we may be always together there or here; for I consider my promise to Mr. Johnson as comprehending only (at least in his absence) your not sleeping in the house. Poor Mainwaring gives me such histories of his wife's jealousy. Silly woman to expect constancy from so charming a man! but she always was silly—intolerably so in marrying him at all, she the heiress of a large fortune and he without a shilling: one title, I know, she might have had, besides baronets. Her folly in forming the connection was so great that, though Mr. Johnson was her guardian, and I do not in general share HIS feelings, I never can forgive her. Adieu. Yours ever, ALICIA.