CLARISSA.

Part First.-Her Home.

MISS ANNA HOWE TO MISS CLARISSA HARLOWE.

yourself.

January 10.

AM extremely concerned, my dearest friend, for the disturbances that have happened in your family. I long to have the particulars from

Mr. Diggs the Surgeon, whom I sent for at the first hearing of the rencounter, to inquire, for your sake, how your brother was, told me, that there was no danger from the wound, if there were none from the fever.

They say, that Mr. Lovelace could not avoid drawing his sword, and that either your brother's unskilfulness or passion left him from the very first pass entirely in his power.

Write to me, therefore, my dear, the whole of your story from the time that Mr. Lovelace was first introduced into your family; and particularly an account of all that passed between him and your sister, about which there are different reports; some people scrupling not to insinuate that the younger sister has stolen a lover from the elder. Your ever grateful and affectionate ANNA HOWE.

Will you oblige me with a copy of the preamble to the clauses in your grandfather's will in your favour; and allow me to send it to my aunt Harman? She is very desirous to see it.

MISS CLARISSA HARLOWE TO MISS HOWE.

HARLOWE PLACE, January 13.

WILL begin, my dearest friend, as you command, with Mr. Lovelace's address to my sister.

It was in pursuance of a conference between Lord M. and my Uncle Antony, that Mr. Lovelace paid his respects to my sister Arabella. My brother was then in Scotland, busying himself in viewing the condition of the estate which was left him there by his generous godmother, together with one in Yorkshire. I was also absent at my dairyhouse, as it is called, busied in the accounts relating to the estate which my grandfather had the goodness to devise to me; and which once a year are left to my inspection, although I have given the whole into my father's power.

My sister made me a visit there the day after Mr. Lovelace had been introduced; and seemed highly pleased with the gentleman; his birth, his fortune, his great expectations.

"So handsome a man! O her beloved Clary!" (for then she was ready to love me dearly, from the overflowings of her good humour on his account!) "He was but

too handsome a man for her! Were she but as amiable as Somebody, there would be a probability of holding his affections! For he was wild, she heard; very wild, very gay, loved intrigue; but he was young, a man of sense; would see his error, could she but have patience with his faults, if his faults were not cured by marriage."

Thus she ran on; and then wanted me "to see the

charming man," as she called him. Again concerned, "that she was not handsome enough for him ;" with, "a sad thing, that the man should have the advantage of the woman in that particular!" But then, stepping to the glass, she complimented herself, "that she was very well : that there were many women deemed passable who were inferior to herself; that she was always thought comely, and comeliness, let her tell me, having not so much to lose as beauty had, would hold, when that would evaporate or fly off. Nay, for that matter," (and then again she turned to the glass) "her features were not irregular; her eyes not at all amiss." And I remember they were more than usually brilliant at that time. "Nothing, in short, to be found fault with, though nothing very engaging, she doubted-was there, Clary?"

Excuse me, my dear, I never was thus particular before; no, not to you. Nor would I now have written thus freely of a sister, but that she makes a merit to my brother of disowning that she ever liked him.

She liked the gentleman still more at his next visit; and yet he made no particular address to her, although an opportunity was given him for it. This was wondered at, as my uncle had introduced him into our family declaredly as a visitor to my sister. But as we are ever ready to make excuses when in good humour with ourselves for the perhaps not unwilful flights of those whose approbation we wish to engage, so my sister found out a reason much to Mr. Lovelace's advantage for his not improving the opportunity that was given him. It was bashfulness, truly, in him. (Bashfulness in Mr. Lovelace, my dear!) Indeed, gay and lively as he is, he has not the look of an impudent man. But I fancy it is many, many years ago since he was bashful.

Thus, however, could my sister make it out. Upon her word, she believed Mr. Lovelace deserved not the bad character he had as to women. He was really, to her

thinking, a modest man. He would have spoken out, she believed; but once or twice as he seemed to intend to do so, he was under so agreeable a confusion! Such a profound respect he seemed to show her. A perfect reverence, she thought. She loved dearly that a man in courtship should show a reverence to his mistress." So indeed we all do, I believe and with reason; since, if I may judge from what I have seen in many families, there is little enough of it shown afterwards. And she told my aunt Hervey that she would be a little less upon the reserve next time he came. She was not one of those flirts, not she, who would give pain to a person that deserved to be well treated; and the more pain for the greatness of his value for her." I wish she had not Somebody whom I love in her eye.

In his third visit, Bella governed herself by this kind and considerate principle; so that, according to her own account of the matter, the man might have spoken out. But he was still bashful: he was not able to overcome this unseasonable reverence. So this visit went off as the

former.

But now she began to be dissatisfied with him. She compared his general character with this his particular behaviour to her; and having never been courted before, owned herself puzzled how to deal with so odd a lover. "What did the man mean, she wondered? Had not her uncle brought him declaredly as a suitor to her? It could not be bashfulness (now she thought of it) since he might have opened his mind to her uncle, if he wanted courage to speak directly to her. Not that she cared much for the man neither: but it was right, surely, that a woman should be put out of doubt early as to a man's intentions, in such a case as this, from his own mouth. Reserves were painful, she must needs say, to open and free spirits like hers. And yet she must tell my aunt (to whom all this was directed) that she should never forget what she