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<h2> LETTER XXXI </h2>
<p>MR. BELFORD [IN CONTINUATION.]</p>
<p>You will imagine how affecting her noble speech and behaviour were to me,
at the time when the bare recollecting and transcribing them obliged me to
drop my pen. The women had tears in their eyes. I was silent for a few
moments.—At last, Matchless excellence! Inimitable goodness! I
called her, with a voice so accented, that I was half-ashamed of myself,
as it was before the women—but who could stand such sublime
generosity of soul in so young a creature, her loveliness giving grace to
all she said? Methinks, said I, [and I really, in a manner, involuntarily
bent my knee,] I have before me an angel indeed. I can hardly forbear
prostration, and to beg your influence to draw me after you to the world
you are aspiring to!—Yet—but what shall I say—Only,
dearest excellence, make me, in some small instances, serviceable to you,
that I may (if I survive you) have the glory to think I was able to
contribute to your satisfaction, while among us.</p>
<p>Here I stopt. She was silent. I proceeded—Have you no commission to
employ me in; deserted as you are by all your friends; among strangers,
though I doubt not, worthy people? Cannot I be serviceable by message, by
letter-writing, by attending personally, with either message or letter,
your father, your uncles, your brother, your sister, Miss Howe, Lord M.,
or the Ladies his sisters?—any office to be employed to serve you,
absolutely independent of my friend's wishes, or of my own wishes to
oblige him?—Think, Madam, if I cannot?</p>
<p>I thank you, Sir: very heartily I thank you: but in nothing that I can at
present think of, or at least resolve upon, can you do me service. I will
see what return the letter I have written will bring me.—Till then
——</p>
<p>My life and my fortune, interrupted I, are devoted to your service. Permit
me to observe, that here you are, without one natural friend; and (so much
do I know of your unhappy case) that you must be in a manner destitute of
the means to make friends——</p>
<p>She was going to interrupt me, with a prohibitory kind of earnestness in
her manner.</p>
<p>I beg leave to proceed, Madam: I have cast about twenty ways how to
mention this before, but never dared till now. Suffer me now, that I have
broken the ice, to tender myself—as your banker only.—I know
you will not be obliged: you need not. You have sufficient of your own, if
it were in your hands; and from that, whether you live or die, will I
consent to be reimbursed. I do assure you, that the unhappy man shall
never know either my offer, or your acceptance—Only permit me this
small ——</p>
<p>And down behind her chair dropt a bank note of 100£. which I had brought
with me, intending some how or other to leave it behind me: nor shouldst
thou ever have known it, had she favoured me with the acceptance of it; as
I told her.</p>
<p>You give me great pain, Mr. Belford, said she, by these instances of your
humanity. And yet, considering the company I have seen you in, I am not
sorry to find you capable of such. Methinks I am glad, for the sake of
human nature, that there could be but one such man in the world, as he you
and I know. But as to your kind offer, whatever it be, if you take it not
up, you will greatly disturb me. I have no need of your kindness. I have
effects enough, which I never can want, to supply my present occasion:
and, if needful, can have recourse to Miss Howe. I have promised that I
would—So, pray, Sir, urge not upon me this favour.—Take it up
yourself.—If you mean me peace and ease of mind, urge not this
favour.—And she spoke with impatience.</p>
<p>I beg, Madam, but one word——</p>
<p>Not one, Sir, till you have taken back what you have let fall. I doubt not
either the honour, or the kindness, of your offer; but you must not say
one word more on this subject. I cannot bear it.</p>
<p>She was stooping, but with pain. I therefore prevented her; and besought
her to forgive me for a tender, which, I saw, had been more discomposing
to her than I had hoped (from the purity of my intentions) it would be.
But I could not bear to think that such a mind as her's should be
distressed: since the want of the conveniencies she was used to abound in
might affect and disturb her in the divine course she was in.</p>
<p>You are very kind to me, Sir, said she, and very favourable in your
opinion of me. But I hope that I cannot now be easily put out of my
present course. My declining health will more and more confirm me in it.
Those who arrested and confined me, no doubt, thought they had fallen upon
the most ready method to distress me so as to bring me into all their
measures. But I presume to hope that I have a mind that cannot be debased,
in essential instances, by temporal calamities.</p>
<p>Little do those poor wretches know of the force of innate principles,
(forgive my own implied vanity, was her word,) who imagine, that a prison,
or penury, can bring a right-turned mind to be guilty of a wilful
baseness, in order to avoid such short-lived evils.</p>
<p>She then turned from me towards the window, with a dignity suitable to her
words; and such as showed her to be more of soul than of body at that
instant.</p>
<p>What magnanimity!—No wonder a virtue so solidly founded could baffle
all thy arts: and that it forced thee (in order to carry thy accursed
point) to have recourse to those unnatural ones, which robbed her of her
charming senses.</p>
<p>The women were extremely affected, Mrs. Lovick especially; who said,
whisperingly to Mrs. Smith, We have an angel, not a woman, with us, Mrs.
Smith!</p>
<p>I repeated my offers to write to any of her friends; and told her, that,
having taken the liberty to acquaint Dr. H. with the cruel displeasure of
her relations, as what I presumed lay nearest to her heart, he had
proposed to write himself, to acquaint her friends how ill she was, if she
would not take it amiss.</p>
<p>It was kind in the Doctor, she said: but begged, that no step of that sort
might be taken without her knowledge or consent. She would wait to see
what effects her letter to her sister would have. All she had to hope for
was, that her father would revoke his malediction, 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.</p>
<p>Mrs. Smith went down; and, soon returning, asked, if the lady and I would
not dine with her that day; for it was her wedding-day. She had engaged
Mrs. Lovick she said; and should have nobody else, if we would do her that
favour.</p>
<p>The charming creature sighed, and shook her head.—Wedding-day,
repeated she!—I wish you, Mrs. Smith, many happy wedding-days!—But
you will excuse me.</p>
<p>Mr. Smith came up with the same request. They both applied to me.</p>
<p>On condition the lady would, I should make no scruple; and would suspend
an engagement: which I actually had.</p>
<p>She then desired they would all sit down. You have several times, Mrs.
Lovick and Mrs. Smith, hinted your wishes, that I would give you some
little history of myself: now, if you are at leisure, that this gentleman,
who, I have reason to believe, knows it all, is present, and can tell you
if I give it justly, or not, I will oblige your curiosity.</p>
<p>They all eagerly, the man Smith too, sat down; and she began an account of
herself, which I will endeavour to repeat, as nearly in her own words as I
possibly can: for I know you will think it of importance to be apprized of
her manner of relating your barbarity to her, as well as what her
sentiments are of it; and what room there is for the hopes your friends
have in your favour for her.</p>
<p>'At first when I took these lodgings, said she, I thought of staying but a
short time in them; and so Mrs. Smith, I told you: I therefore avoided
giving any other account of myself than that I was a very unhappy young
creature, seduced from good, and escaped from very vile wretches.</p>
<p>'This account I thought myself obliged to give, that you might the less
wonder at seeing a young creature rushing through your shop, into your
back apartment, all trembling and out of breath; an ordinary garb over my
own; craving lodging and protection; only giving my bare word, that you
should be handsomely paid: all my effects contained in a
pocket-handkerchief.</p>
<p>'My sudden absence, for three days and nights together when arrested, must
still further surprise you: and although this gentleman, who, perhaps,
knows more of the darker part of my story, than I do myself, has informed
you (as you, Mrs. Lovick, tell me) that I am only an unhappy, not a guilty
creature; yet I think it incumbent upon me not to suffer honest minds to
be in doubt about my character.</p>
<p>'You must know, then, that I have been, in one instance (I had like to
have said but in one instance; but that was a capital one) an undutiful
child to the most indulgent of parents: for what some people call cruelty
in them, is owing but to the excess of their love, and to their
disappointment, having had reason to expect better from me.</p>
<p>'I was visited (at first, with my friends connivance) by a man of birth
and fortune, but of worse principles, as it proved, than I believed any
man could have. My brother, a very headstrong young man, was absent at
that time; and, when he returned, (from an old grudge, and knowing the
gentleman, it is plain, better than I knew him) entirely disapproved of
his visits: and, having a great sway in our family, brought other
gentlemen to address me: and at last (several having been rejected) he
introduced one extremely disagreeable: in every indifferent person's eyes
disagreeable. I could not love him. They all joined to compel me to have
him; a rencounter between the gentleman my friends were set against, and
my brother, having confirmed them all his enemies.</p>
<p>'To be short; I was confined, and treated so very hardly, that, in a rash
fit, I appointed to go off with the man they hated. A wicked intention,
you'll say! but I was greatly provoked. Nevertheless, I repented, and
resolved not to go off with him: yet I did not mistrust his honour to me
neither; nor his love; because nobody thought me unworthy of the latter,
and my fortune was not to be despised. But foolishly (wickedly and
contrivingly, as my friends still think, with a design, as they imagine,
to abandon them) giving him a private meeting, I was tricked away; poorly
enough tricked away, I must needs say; though others who had been first
guilty of so rash a step as the meeting of him was, might have been so
deceived and surprised as well as I.</p>
<p>'After remaining some time at a farm-house in the country, and behaving to
me all the time with honour, he brought me to handsome lodgings in town
till still better provision could be made for me. But they proved to be
(as he indeed knew and designed) at a vile, a very vile creature's; though
it was long before I found her to be so; for I knew nothing of the town,
or its ways.</p>
<p>'There is no repeating what followed: such unprecedented vile arts!—For
I gave him no opportunity to take me at any disreputable advantage.'—</p>
<p>And here (half covering her sweet face, with her handkerchief put to her
tearful eyes) she stopt.</p>
<p>Hastily, as if she would fly from the hateful remembrance, she resumed:—
'I made escape afterward from the abominable house in his absence, and
came to your's: and this gentleman has almost prevailed on me to think,
that the ungrateful man did not connive at the vile arrest: which was
made, no doubt, in order to get me once more to those wicked lodgings: for
nothing do I owe them, except I were to pay them'—[she sighed, and
again wiped her charming eyes—adding in a softer, lower voice]—'for
being ruined.'</p>
<p>Indeed, Madam, said I, guilty, abominably guilty, as he is in all the
rest, he is innocent of this last wicked outrage.</p>
<p>'Well, and so I wish him to be. That evil, heavy as it was, is one of the
slightest evils I have suffered. But hence you'll observe, Mrs. Lovick,
(for you seemed this morning curious to know if I were not a wife,) that I
never was married.—You, Mr. Belford, no doubt, knew before that I am
no wife: and now I never will be one. Yet, I bless God, that I am not a
guilty creature!</p>
<p>'As to my parentage, I am of no mean family; I have in my own right, by
the intended favour of my grandfather, a fortune not contemptible:
independent of my father; if I had pleased; but I never will please.</p>
<p>'My father is very rich. I went by another name when I came to you first:
but that was to avoid being discovered to the perfidious man: who now
engages, by this gentleman, not to molest me.</p>
<p>'My real name you now know to be Harlowe: Clarissa Harlowe. I am not yet
twenty years of age.</p>
<p>'I have an excellent mother, as well as father; a woman of family, and
fine sense—worthy of a better child!—they both doated upon me.</p>
<p>'I have two good uncles: men of great fortune; jealous of the honour of
their family; which I have wounded.</p>
<p>'I was the joy of their hearts; and, with theirs and my father's, I had
three houses to call my own; for they used to have me with them by turns,
and almost kindly to quarrel for me; so that I was two months in the year
with the one; two months with the other; six months at my father's; and
two at the houses of others of my dear friends, who thought themselves
happy in me: and whenever I was at any one's, I was crowded upon with
letters by all the rest, who longed for my return to them.</p>
<p>'In short, I was beloved by every body. The poor—I used to make glad
their hearts: I never shut my hand to any distress, wherever I was—but
now I am poor myself!</p>
<p>'So Mrs. Smith, so Mrs. Lovick, I am not married. It is but just to tell
you so. And I am now, as I ought to be, in a state of humiliation and
penitence for the rash step which has been followed by so much evil. God,
I hope, will forgive me, as I am endeavouring to bring my mind to forgive
all the world, even the man who has ungratefully, and by dreadful
perjuries, [poor wretch! he thought all his wickedness to be wit!] reduced
to this a young creature, who had his happiness in her view, and in her
wish, even beyond this life; and who was believed to be of rank, and
fortune, and expectations, considerable enough to make it the interest of
any gentleman in England to be faithful to his vows to her. But I cannot
expect that my parents will forgive me: my refuge must be death; the most
painful kind of which I would suffer, rather than be the wife of one who
could act by me, as the man has acted, upon whose birth, education, and
honour, I had so much reason to found better expectations.</p>
<p>'I see, continued she, that I, who once was every one's delight, am now
the cause of grief to every one—you, that are strangers to me, are
moved for me! 'tis kind!—but 'tis time to stop. Your compassionate
hearts, Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Lovick, are too much touched,' [For the women
sobbed, and the man was also affected.] 'It is barbarous in me, with my
woes, thus to sadden your wedding-day.' Then turning to Mr. and Mrs. Smith—
'May you see many happy ones, honest, good couple!—how agreeable is
it to see you both join so kindly to celebrate it, after many years are
gone over you!—I once—but no more!—All my prospects of
felicity, as to this life, are at an end. My hopes, like opening buds or
blossoms in an over-forward spring, have been nipt by a severe frost!—blighted
by an eastern wind!—but I can but once die; and if life be spared
me, but till I am discharged from a heavy malediction, which my father in
his wrath laid upon me, and which is fulfilled literally in every article
relating to this world; that, and a last blessing, are all I have to wish
for; and death will be welcomer to me, than rest to the most wearied
traveller that ever reached his journey's end.'</p>
<p>And then she sunk her head against the back of her chair, and, hiding her
face with her handkerchief, endeavoured to conceal her tears from us.</p>
<p>Not a soul of us could speak a word. Thy presence, perhaps, thou hardened
wretch, might have made us ashamed of a weakness which perhaps thou wilt
deride me in particular for, when thou readest this!——</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>I hate thee heartily!—by my faith I do!—every hour I hate thee
more than the former!——</p>
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