<p>CL. HARLOWE. <SPAN name="link2H_4_0030" id="link2H_4_0030"></SPAN></p>
<h2> LETTER XXVIII </h2>
<h3> MISS HOWE, TO MISS CLARISSA HARLOWE. FRIDAY NOON, MARCH 31. </h3>
<p>Justice obliges me to forward this after my last on the wings of the wind,
as I may say. I really believe the man is innocent. Of this one
accusation, I think he must be acquitted; and I am sorry I was so forward
in dispatching away my intelligence by halves.</p>
<p>I have seen the girl. She is really a very pretty, a very neat, and, what
is still a greater beauty, a very innocent young creature. He who could
have ruined such an undersigned home-bred, must have been indeed
infernally wicked. Her father is an honest simple man; entirely satisfied
with his child, and with her new acquaintance.</p>
<p>I am almost afraid for your heart, when I tell you, that I find, now I
have got to the bottom of this inquiry, something noble come out in this
Lovelace's favour.</p>
<p>The girl is to be married next week; and this promoted and brought about
by him. He is resolved, her father says, to make one couple happy, and
wishes he could make more so [There's for you, my dear!] And she professes
to love, he has given her an hundred pounds: the grandmother actually has
it in her hands, to answer to the like sum given to the youth by one of
his own relation: while Mr. Lovelace's companion, attracted by the
example, has given twenty-five guineas to the father, who is poor, towards
clothes to equip the pretty rustic.</p>
<p>Mr. Lovelace and his friend, the poor man says, when they first came to
his house, affected to appear as persons of low degree; but now he knows
the one (but mentioned it in confidence) to be Colonel Barrow, the other
Captain Sloane. The colonel he owns was at first very sweet upon his girl:
but her grandmother's begging of him to spare her innocence, he vowed,
that he never would offer any thing but good counsel to her. He kept his
word; and the pretty fool acknowledged, that she never could have been
better instructed by the minister himself from the bible-book!—The
girl pleased me so well, that I made her visit to me worth her while.</p>
<p>But what, my dear, will become of us now?—Lovelace not only
reformed, but turned preacher!—What will become of us now?—Why,
my sweet friend, your generosity is now engaged in his favour!—Fie
upon this generosity! I think in my heart, that it does as much mischief
to the noble-minded, as love to the ignobler.—What before was only a
conditional liking, I am now afraid will turn to liking unconditional.</p>
<p>I could not endure to change my invective into panegyric all at once, and
so soon. We, or such as I at least, love to keep ourselves in countenance
for a rash judgment, even when we know it to be rash. Everybody has not
your generosity in confessing a mistake. It requires a greatness of soul
frankly to do it. So I made still further inquiry after his life and
manner, and behaviour there, in hopes to find something bad: but all
uniform!</p>
<p>Upon the whole, Mr. Lovelace comes out with so much advantage from this
inquiry, that were there the least room for it, I should suspect the whole
to be a plot set on foot to wash a blackamoor white. Adieu, my dear.</p>
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