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THE

Novelifts Magazine

VOL.XV

(CONTAINING,

The Fifth, Sixth, Seventh,

and Eighth Volumes,

of

Clarifsa.

LONDON.

Printed for Harrifon and Co

N°18, Paternolter Row.

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LETTER I.

MR. LOVELACE, TO JOHN BEL-.
FORD, ESQ.

THURSDAY MORNING, EIGHT
O'CLOCK.

ER chamber-door has not yet been opened. I must not expect the will break faft with me. Nor dine with me, I doubt. A little filly foul, what troutles does the make to herself by her over-nicenefs!-All I have done to her, would have been looked upon as a frolick only, a ramping-bout, and laugh, ed off by nine parts in ten of the fex accordingly. The more the makes of it, the more painful to herfelf, as well as

to me.

Why now, Jack, were it not better, upon her own notions, that the feemed not fo fenfible as fhe will make herself to be, if he is very angry?

But perhaps I am more afraid than I need. I believe I am. From her overnicenefs arifes my fear, more than from any extraordinary reafon for refentment. Next time, he may count herself very happy, if the come off no worse.

have been her flumbers, that the may meet me in tolerable temper. All sweetly bluing and confounded-I know how the will look!-But why fhould fhe, the fufferer, be ashamed, when I, the trefpafer, am not?

But cuftom's a prodigious thing. The women are told how much their blushes brighten their graces: they practife for them therefore: blushes come as haftily when they call for them, as their tears aye, that's it! while we men, taking blushes for a fign of guilt or fheepishness, are equally ftudious to fupprefs them.

By my troth, Jack, I am half as much afhamed to fee the women below, as my Fair-one can be to fee me. I have not yet opened my door, that I may not be obtruded upon by them.

After all, what devils may one make of the fex! To what a height of—What fhall I call it ?-muft thofe of it be arrived, who once loved a man with fo much distinction, as both Polly and Sally loved me; and yet can have got fo much above the pangs of jealousy, fo much above the mortifying reflec tions that arife from dividing and sharing with new objects the affections of them they prefer to all others, as to with for, and promote a competitorship in his love, and make their fupreme delight confit in reducing others to their level!-For thou canst not imagine, how even Sally Martin rejoiced 6.M.H

The dear creature was fo frightened, and fo fatigued, laft night, no wonder The lies it out this morning.

I hope he has had more reft than I have bad. Soft and balmy, I hope,

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