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previous to the last blessing she should then implore : for the rest, her friends would think she could not suffer too much ; and she was content to suffer : for, now nothing could happen that could make her wish to live.

She retired to her chamber soon after, and was forced it seems to lie down. We all went down together; and, for an hour and a half, dwelt upon her praises ; Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Lovick repeatedly expressing their astonishment, that there could be a man in the world, capable of offending, much more of wilfully injuring, such a lady ; and repeating, that they had an angel in their house.—I thought they had ; and that as assuredly as there is a devil under the roof of good Lord M.

I hate thee heartily !—By my faith I do!—Every hour I hate thee more than the former !

J. BELFORD.

MR. LOVELACE TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ.

Saturday, July 22. HAT dost hate me for, Belford ?—And why more

and more ?-Have I been guilty of any offence A thou knewest not before ?-If pathos can move such a heart as thine, can it alter facts ?–Did I not always do this incomparable creature as much justice as thou canst do her for the heart of thee, or as she can do herself ?—What nonsense then thy hatred, thy augmented hatred, when I still persist to marry her, pursuant to word given to thee, and to faith plighted to all my relations ? But hate, if thou wilt, so thou dost but write. Thou canst not hate me so much as I do myself: and yet I know, if thou really hatedst me, thou wouldst not venture to tell me so.

Strange, confoundedly strange, and as perverse (that is to say, as womanly) as strange, that she should refuse, and sooner choose to die (0 the obscene word ! and yet

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how free does thy pen make with it to me!) than be mine, who offended her by acting in character, while her parents acted shamefully out of theirs, and when I am now willing to act out of my own to oblige her: yet I not to be forgiven! They to be faultless with her And marriage the only medium to repair all breaches, and to salve her own honour !-Surely thou must see the inconsistence of her forgiving unforgiveness, as I may call it !

But the prettiest whim of all was, to drop the bank note behind her chair, instead of presenting it on thy knees to her hand !—To make such a woman as this doubly stoop_by the acceptance, and to take it from the ground !—What an ungraceful benefit-conferrer art thou ! How awkward, to take it into thy head, that the best way of making a present to a lady, was to throw the present behind her chair !

I am very desirous to see what she has written to her sister; what she is about to write to Miss Howe; and what return she will have from the Harlowe-Arabella. Canst thou not form some scheme to come at the copies of these letters, or at the substance of them at least, and of that of her other correspondencies ?

But to return. One consolation arises to me, from the pretty regrets which this admirable creature seems to have in indulging reflections on the people's wedding-day. -I once !-thou makest her break off with saying.

She once! What ?-0 Belford ! why didst thou not urge her to explain what she once hoped ?

What once a woman hopes, in love-matters, she always hopes, while there is room for hope : and are we not both single? Can she be any man's but mine? Will I be any woman's but hers ?

I never will! I never can !-And I tell thee, that I am every day, every hour, more and more in love with her: and, at this instant, have a more vehement passion for her than ever I had in my life.

I shall go on Monday morning to a kind of ball, to which Colonel Ambrose has invited me. It is given on a family account. I care not on what: for all that delights me in the thing, is, that Mrs. and Miss Howe are to be there ;-Hickman, of course ; for the old lady will not stir abroad without him. The Colonel is in hopes that Miss Arabella Harlowe will be there likewise ; for all the men and women of fashion round him are invited.

I fell in by accident with the colonel, who, I believe, hardly thought I would accept of the invitation. But he knows me not, if he thinks I am ashamed to appear at any place, where women dare show their faces. Yet he hinted to me, that my name was up, on Miss Harlowe's account. But, to allude to one of Lord M.'s phrases, if it be, I will not lie abed when anything joyous is going forward.

As I shall go in my lord's chariot, I would have had one of my cousins Montague to go with me : but they both refused: and I shall not choose to take either of thy brethren. It would look as if I thought I wanted a body-guard : besides, one of them is too rough, the other too smooth, and too great a fop for some of the staid company that will be there ; and for me in particular. Men are known by their companions; and a fop (as Tourville, for example) takes great pains to hang out a sign by his dress of what he has in his shop. Thou, indeed, art an exception ; dressing like a coxcomb, yet a very clever fellow. Nevertheless so clumsy a beau, that thou seemest to me to owe thyself a double spite, making thy ungracefulness appear the more ungraceful, by thy remarkable tawdriness when thou art out of mourning.

I remember, when I first saw thee, my mind laboured with a strong puzzle, whether I should put thee down for a great fool, or a smatterer in wit. Something I saw was wrong in thee, by thy dress. If this fellow, thought I, delights not so much in ridicule, that he will not spare himself, he must be plaguy silly to take so much pains to make his ugliness more conspicuous than it would otherwise be.

But, although I put on these lively airs, I am sick at my soul !—My whole heart is with my charmer! With what indifference shall I look upon all the assembly at the Colonel's, my beloved in my ideal eye, and engrossing my whole heart ?

MISS HOWE TO MISS ARABELLA HARLOWE.

Thursday, July 20. FRISS HARLOWE, I cannot help acquainting you

(however it may be received, coming from me)

that your poor sister is dangerously ill, at the house of one Smith, who keeps a glover's and perfume shop, in King Street, Covent Garden. She knows not that I write. Some violent words, in the nature of an imprecation, from her father, afflict her greatly in her weak state. I presume not to direct you what to do in this case. You are her sister. I therefore could not help writing to you, not only for her sake, but for your own. I am, madam,

Your humble Servant,

ANNA HOWE.

MISS ARABELLA HARLOWE TO MISS HOWE.

Thursday, July 20. B REISS HOWE,—I have yours of this morning. All

that has happened to the unhappy body you Wahes mention, is what we foretold and expected. Let him, for whose sake she abandoned us, be her comfort. We are told he has remorse, and would marry her. We don't believe it, indeed. She may be very ill. Her disappointment may make her so, or ought. Yet is she the only one I know, who is disappointed.

I cannot say, miss, that the notification from you is the more welcome for the liberties you have been pleased to take with our whole family, for resenting a conduct, that it is a shame any young lady should justify. Excuse this freedom, occasioned by greater. I am, miss,

Your humble Servant,

ARABELLA HARLOWE.

MISS HOWE TO MISS ARABELLA HARLOWE.

Friday, July 21. ISS ARABELLA HARLOWE, If you had half | as much sense as you have ill-nature, you would

(notwithstanding the exuberance of the latter) have been able to distinguish between a kind intention to you all (that you might have the less to reproach yourselves with, if a deplorable case should happen) and an officiousness I owed you not, by reason of freedoms at least reciprocal. I will not, for the unhappy body's sake, as you call a sister you have helped to make so, say all that I could say. If what I fear happen, you shall hear (whether desired or not) all the mind of

ANNA HOWE.

MISS ARABELLA HARLOWE TO MISS HOWE.

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Friday, July 21. ISS ANN HOWE,—Your pert letter I have

received. You, that spare nobody, I cannot

expect should spare me. You are very happy in a prudent and watchful mother—but else—mine cannot be exceeded in prudence : but we had all too good an opinion of somebody, to think watchfulness needful.

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