Perhaps this desirable wish may be obtained, when he shall see how his wickedness, his unmerited wickedness! to a poor creature, made friendless by his cruel arts, will end.

I conclude with my humble thanks to your ladyship, for your favourable opinion of me; and with the assurance, that I will be, while life is lent me, Your ladyship's grateful and obliged servant, CLARISSA HARLOWE,

LETTER XXXIX,

MISS CLARISSA HARLOWE TO MRS. NORTON. Sunday evening, July 2.

How kindly, my beloved Mrs. Norton, do you sooth the anguish of a bleeding heart! Surely you are my own mother: and by some unaccountable mistake, I must have been laid to a family, that having newly found out, or at least suspected the imposture, cast me from their hearts, with the indignation that such a discovery will warrant.

O that I had been indeed your own child, born to partake of your humble fortunes, an heiress only to that content in which you are so happy! Then should I have had a truly gentle spirit to have guided my ductile heart, which force and ungenerous usage sit so ill upon; and nothing of what has happened would have been.

But let me take heed, that I enlarge not, by impatience, the breach already made in my duty by my rashness! since had I not erred, my mother, at least, could never have been thought hard-hearted and unforgiving. Am I not then answerable, noț only for my own faults, but for the consequences of them; which tend to depreciate and bring dis

grace upon a maternal character, never before called in question?

It is kind however in you, to endeavour to extenuate the fault of one so greatly sensible of it: and could it be wiped off entirely, it would render me more worthy of the pains you have taken in my education: for it must add to your grief, as it does to my confusion, that after such promising beginnings, I should have so behaved, as to be a disgrace instead of a credit to you and my other friends.

But that I may not make you think me more guilty than I am, give me leave briefly to assure you, that when my story is known, I shall be entitled to more compassion than blame, even on the score of going away with Mr. Lovelace.

As to all that happened afterwards, let me only say, that although I must call myself a lost creature as to this world, yet I have this consolation left me, that I have not suffered either for want of circumspection, or through credulity, or weakness. Not one moment was I off my guard, or unmindful of your early precepts. But (having been enabled to baffle many base contrivances) I was at last ruined by arts the most inhuman. But had I not been rejected by every friend, this low-hearted man had not dared, nor would have had an opportunity, to treat me as he has treated me.

More I cannot, at this time, nor need I, say: and this I desire you to keep to yourself, lest resentments should be taken up when I am gone, that may spread the evil which I hope will end with

me.

I have been misinformed, you say, as to my principal relations being at my uncle Harlowe's. The day, you say, was not kept. Nor have my brother and Mr. Solmes-astonishing!-What com

plicated wickedness has this wretched man to answer for!-Were I to tell you, you would hardly believe there could have been such a heart in man.

But one day you may know my whole story!At present I have neither inclination nor wordsO my bursting heart!-Yet a happy, a wished relief- —were you present my tears would supply the

rest!

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I RESUME my pen.

And so you fear no letter will be received from me? But DON'T grieve to tell me so! I expect every thing bad-and such is my distress, that had you not bid me hope for mercy from the throne of mercy, I should have been afraid that my father's dreadful curse would be completed with regard to both worlds.

For here, an additional misfortune;—in a fit of frensical heedlessness, I sent a letter to my beloved Miss Howe, without recollecting her private address; and it has fallen into her angry mother's hands and so that dear friend perhaps has a-new incurred displeasure on my account. And here too your worthy son is ill; and my poor Hannah, you think, cannot come to me-Ŏ my dear Mrs. Norton, will you, can you censure those whose resentments against me Heaven seems to approve of; and will you acquit her whom that condemns?

Yet you bid me not despond.-I will not, if I can help it. And, indeed, most seasonable consolation has your kind letter afforded me.-Yet to God Almighty do I appeal, to avenge my wrongs, and vindicate my inno

But hushed be my stormy passions!—Have I not but this moment said that your letter gave me consolation? May those be forgiven, who hinder my father from forgiving me!And this, as to them,

shall be the harshest thing that shall drop from my pen.

But although your son should recover, I charge you, my dear Mrs. Norton, that you do not think of coming to me. I don't know still, but your mediation with my mother (although at present your interposition would be so little attended to) may be of use to procure me the revocation of that most dreadful part of my father's curse, which only remains to be fulfilled. The voice of nature must at last be heard in my favour, surely. It will only plead at first to my friends in the still, conscious plaintiveness of a young and unhardened beggar. But it will grow more clamorous when I have the courage to be so, and shall demand, perhaps, the paternal protection from further ruin; and that forgiveness, which those will be little entitled to expect, for their own faults, who shall interpose to have it refused to me; for an accidental, not a premeditated error: and which, but from them, I had never fallen into.

But again impatiency, founded perhaps on selfpartiality, that strange misleader! prevails.

Let me briefly say, that it is necessary to my present and future hopes, that you keep well with my family. And moreover, should you come, I may be traced out by that means by the most abandoned of men. Say not then, that you think you ought to come up to me, let it be taken as it will-for my sake let me repeat (were my fosterbrother recovered, as I hope he is) you must not come. Nor can I want your advice, while I can write, and you can answer me. And write I will as often as I stand in need of your counsel.

Then the people I am now with seem to be both honest and humane: and there is in the same house a widow-lodger, of low fortunes, but of great me

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rit :—almost such another serious and good woman, as the dear one to whom I am now writing; who has, as she says, given over all other thoughts of the world, but such as shall assist her to leave it happily. How suitable to my own views!-There seems to be a comfortable providence in this at least-so that at present there is nothing of exigence; nothing that can require or even excuse, your coming, when so many better ends may be answered by your staying where you are. A time may come, when I shall want your last and best assistance: and then, my dear Mrs. Norton-and then, I will bespeak it, and embrace it with my whole heart-and then, will it not be denied me by any body.

You are very obliging in your offer of money. But although I was forced to leave my clothes behind me, yet I took several things of value with me, which will keep me from present want. You'll say I have made a miserable hand of it-so indeed I have-and, to look backwards, in a very little while too.

But what shall I do, if my father cannot be prevailed upon to recal his malediction? O my dear Mrs. Norton, what a weight must a father's curse have upon a heart so apprehensive as mine!-Did I think I should ever have a father's curse to deprecate? And yet, only that the temporary part of it is so terribly fulfilled, or I should be as earnest for its recal, for my father's sake, as for my

own!

You must not be angry with me, that I wrote not to you before. You are very right and very kind, to say you are sure I love you. Indeed I do. And what a generosity [so like yourself!] is there in your praise, to attribute to me more than I merit, in order to raise an emulation in me to

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