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<h2> LETTER XVI </h2>
<h3> MISS CLARISSA HARLOWE, TO MISS HOWE MONDAY MORNING, MARCH 27. </h3>
<p>This morning early my uncle Harlowe came hither. He sent up the enclosed
very tender letter. It has made me wish I could oblige him. You will see
how Mr. Solmes's ill qualities are glossed over in it. What blemishes dies
affection hide!—But perhaps they may say to me, What faults does
antipathy bring to light!</p>
<p>Be pleased to send me back this letter of my uncle by the first return.</p>
<p>SUNDAY NIGHT, OR RATHER MINDAY MORNING.</p>
<p>I must answer you, though against my own resolution. Every body loves you;
and you know they do. The very ground you walk upon is dear to most of us.
But how can we resolve to see you? There is no standing against your looks
and language. It is our loves makes us decline to see you. How can we,
when you are resolved not to do what we are resolved you shall do? I
never, for my part, loved any creature, as I loved you from your infancy
till now. And indeed, as I have often said, never was there a young
creature so deserving of our love. But what is come to you now! Alas!
alas! my dear kinswoman, how you fail in the trial!</p>
<p>I have read the letters you enclosed. At a proper time, I may shew them to
my brother and sister: but they will receive nothing from you at present.</p>
<p>For my part, I could not read your letter to me, without being unmanned.
How can you be so unmoved yourself, yet so able to move every body else?
How could you send such a letter to Mr. Solmes? Fie upon you! How
strangely are you altered!</p>
<p>Then to treat your brother and sister as you did, that they don't care to
write to you, or to see you! Don't you know where it is written, That soft
answers turn away wrath? But if you will trust to you sharp-pointed wit,
you may wound. Yet a club will beat down a sword: And how can you expect
that they who are hurt by you will not hurt you again? Was this the way
you used to take to make us all adore you as we did?—No, it was your
gentleness of heart and manners, that made every body, even strangers, at
first sight, treat you as a lady, and call you a lady, though not born
one, while your elder sister had no such distinctions paid her. If you
were envied, why should you sharpen envy, and file up its teeth to an
edge?—You see I write like an impartial man, and as one that loves
you still.</p>
<p>But since you have displayed your talents, and spared nobody, and moved
every body, without being moved, you have but made us stand the closer and
firmer together. This is what I likened to an embattled phalanx, once
before. Your aunt Hervey forbids your writing for the same reason that I
must not countenance it. We are all afraid to see you, because we know we
shall be made as so many fools. Nay, your mother is so afraid of you, that
once or twice, when she thought you were coming to force yourself into her
presence, she shut the door, and locked herself in, because she knew she
must not see you upon your terms, and you are resolved you will not see
her upon hers.</p>
<p>Resolves but to oblige us all, my dearest Miss Clary, and you shall see
how we will clasp you every one by turns to our rejoicing hearts. If the
one man has not the wit, and the parts, and the person, of the other, no
one breathing has a worse heart than that other: and is not the love of
all your friends, and a sober man (if he be not so polished) to be
preferred to a debauchee, though ever so fine a man to look at? You have
such talents that you will be adored by the one: but the other has as much
advantage in those respects, as you have yourself, and will not set by
them one straw: for husbands are sometimes jealous of their authority with
witty wives. You will have in one, a man of virtue. Had you not been so
rudely affronting to him, he would have made your ears tingle with what he
could have told you of the other.</p>
<p>Come, my dear niece, let me have the honour of doing with you what no body
else yet has been able to do. Your father, mother, and I, will divide the
pleasure, and the honour, I will again call it, between us; and all past
offences shall be forgiven; and Mr. Solmes, we will engage, shall take
nothing amiss hereafter, of what has passed.</p>
<p>He knows, he says, what a jewel that man will have, who can obtain your
favour; and he will think light of all he has suffered, or shall suffer,
in obtaining you.</p>
<p>Dear, sweet creature, oblige us: and oblige us with a grace. It must be
done, whether with a grace or not. I do assure you it must. You must not
conquer father, mother, uncles, every body: depend upon that.</p>
<p>I have set up half the night to write this. You do not know how I am
touched at reading yours, and writing this. Yet will I be at Harlowe-place
early in the morning. So, upon reading this, if you will oblige us all,
send me word to come up to your apartment: and I will lead you down, and
present you to the embraces of every one: and you will then see, you have
more of a brother and sister in them both, than of late your prejudices
will let you think you have. This from one who used to love to style
himself,</p>
<p>Your paternal uncle, JOHN HARLOWE.</p>
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<p>In about an hour after this kind letter was given me, my uncle sent up to
know, if he should be a welcome visiter, upon the terms mentioned in his
letter? He bid Betty bring him down a verbal answer: a written one, he
said, would be a bad sign: and he bid her therefore not to bring a letter.
But I had just finished the enclosed transcription of one I had been
writing. She made a difficulty to carry it; but was prevailed upon to
oblige me by a token which these Mrs. Betty's cannot withstand.</p>
<p>DEAR AND HONOURED SIR,</p>
<p>How you rejoice me by your condescending goodness!—So kind, so
paternal a letter!—so soothing to a wounded heart; and of late what
I have been so little used to!—How am I affected with it! Tell me
not, dear Sir, of my way of writing: your letter has more moved me, than I
have been able to move any body!—It has made me wish, with all my
heart, that I could entitle myself to be visited upon your own terms; and
to be led down to my father and mother by so good and so kind an uncle.</p>
<p>I will tell you, dearest Uncle, what I will do to make my peace. I have no
doubt that Mr. Solmes, upon consideration, would greatly prefer my sister
to such a strange averse creature as me. His chief, or one of his chief
motives in his address to me, is, as I have reason to believe, the
contiguity of my grandfather's estate to his own. I will resign it; for
ever I will resign it: and the resignation must be good, because I will
never marry at all. I will make it over to my sister, and her heirs for
ever. I shall have no heirs, but my brother and her; and I will receive,
as of my father's bounty, such an annuity (not in lieu of the estate, but
as of his bounty) as he shall be pleased to grant me, if it be ever so
small: and whenever I disoblige him, he to withdraw it, at his pleasure.</p>
<p>Will this not be accepted?—Surely it must—surely it will!—I
beg of you, dearest Sir, to propose it; and second it with your interest.
This will answer every end. My sister has a high opinion of Mr. Solmes. I
never can have any in the light he is proposed to me. But as my sister's
husband, he will be always entitled to my respect; and shall have it.</p>
<p>If this be accepted, grant me, Sir, the honour of a visit; and do me then
the inexpressible pleasure of leading me down to the feet of my honoured
parents, and they shall find me the most dutiful of children; and to the
arms of my brother and sister, and they shall find me the most obliging
and most affectionate of sisters.</p>
<p>I wait, Sir, for your answer to this proposal, made with the whole heart
of</p>
<p>Your dutiful and most obliged niece, CL. HARLOWE.</p>
<p>MONDAY NOON.</p>
<p>I hope this will be accepted: for Betty tells me, that my uncle Antony and
my aunt Hervey are sent for; and not Mr. Solmes; which I look upon as a
favourable circumstance. With what cheerfulness will I assign over this
envied estate!—What a much more valuable consideration shall I part
with it for!—The love and favour of all my relations! That love and
favour, which I used for eighteen years together to rejoice in, and be
distinguished by!—And what a charming pretence will this afford me
of breaking with Mr. Lovelace! And how easily will it possibly make him to
part with me!</p>
<p>I found this morning, in the usual place, a letter from him, in answer, I
suppose, to mine of Friday, which I deposited not till Saturday. But I
have not opened it; nor will I, till I see what effect this new offer will
have.</p>
<p>Let me but be permitted to avoid the man I hate; and I will give up with
cheerfulness the man I could prefer. To renounce the one, were I really to
value him as much as you seem to imagine, can give but a temporary
concern, which time and discretion will alleviate. This is a sacrifice
which a child owes to parents and friends, if they insist upon its being
made. But the other, to marry a man one cannot endure, is not only a
dishonest thing, as to the man; but it is enough to make a creature who
wishes to be a good wife, a bad or indifferent one, as I once wrote to the
man himself: and then she can hardly be either a good mistress, or a good
friend; or any thing but a discredit to her family, and a bad example to
all around her.</p>
<p>Methinks I am loth, in the suspense I am in at present, to deposit this,
because it will be leaving you in one as great: but having been prevented
by Betty's officiousness twice, I will now go down to my little poultry;
and, if I have an opportunity, will leave it in the usual place, where I
hope to find something from you.</p>
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