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<h2> LETTER LIV </h2>
<h3> MR. LOVELACE, TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ. </h3>
<p>And now, that my beloved seems secure in my net, for my project upon the
vixen Miss Howe, and upon her mother: in which the officious prancer
Hickman is to come in for a dash.</p>
<p>But why upon her mother, methinks thou askest, who, unknown to herself,
has only acted, by the impulse, through thy agent Joseph Leman, upon the
folly of old Tony the uncle?</p>
<p>No matter for that: she believes she acts upon her own judgment: and
deserves to be punished for pretending to judgment, when she has none.—
Every living soul, but myself, I can tell thee, shall be punished, that
treats either cruelly or disrespectfully so adored a lady.—What a
plague! is it not enough that she is teased and tormented in person by me?</p>
<p>I have already broken the matter to our three confederates; as a supposed,
not a resolved-on case indeed. And yet they know, that with me, in a piece
of mischief, execution, with its swiftest feel, is seldom three paces
behind projection, which hardly ever limps neither.</p>
<p>MOWBRAY is not against it. It is a scheme, he says, worthy of us: and we
have not done any thing for a good while that has made a noise.</p>
<p>BELTON, indeed, hesitates a little, because matters go wrong between him
and his Thomasine; and the poor fellow has not the courage to have his
sore place probed to the bottom.</p>
<p>TOURVILLE has started a fresh game, and shrugs his shoulders, and should
not choose to go abroad at present, if I please. For I apprehend that
(from the nature of the project) there will be a kind of necessity to
travel, till all is blown over.</p>
<p>To ME, one country is as good as another; and I shall soon, I suppose,
choose to quit this paltry island; except the mistress of my fate will
consent to cohabit at home; and so lay me under no necessity of surprising
her into foreign parts. TRAVELLING, thou knowest, gives the sexes charming
opportunities of being familiar with one another. A very few days and
nights must now decide all matters betwixt me and my fair inimitable.</p>
<p>DOLEMAN, who can act in these causes only as chamber-counsel, will inform
us by pen and ink [his right hand and right side having not yet been
struck, and the other side beginning to be sensible] of all that shall
occur in our absence.</p>
<p>As for THEE, we had rather have thy company than not; for, although thou
art a wretched fellow at contrivance, yet art thou intrepid at execution.
But as thy present engagements make thy attendance uncertain, I am not for
making thy part necessary to our scheme; but for leaving thee to come
after us when abroad. I know thou canst not long live without us.</p>
<p>The project, in short, is this:—Mrs. Howe has an elder sister in the
Isle of Wight, who is lately a widow; and I am well informed, that the
mother and daughter have engaged, before the latter is married, to pay a
visit to this lady, who is rich, and intends Miss for her heiress; and in
the interim will make her some valuable presents on her approaching
nuptials; which, as Mrs. Howe, who loves money more than any thing but
herself, told one of my acquaintance, would be worth fetching.</p>
<p>Now, Jack, nothing more need be done, than to hire a little trim vessel,
which shall sail a pleasuring backward and forward to Portsmouth,
Spithead, and the Isle of Wight, for a week or fortnight before we enter
upon our parts of the plot. And as Mrs. Howe will be for making the best
bargain she can for her passage, the master of the vessel may have orders
(as a perquisite allowed him by his owners) to take what she will give:
and the master's name, be it what it will, shall be Ganmore on the
occasion; for I know a rogue of that name, who is not obliged to be of any
country, any more than we.</p>
<p>Well, then, we will imagine them on board. I will be there in disguise.
They know not any of ye four—supposing (the scheme so inviting) that
thou canst be one.</p>
<p>'Tis plaguy hard, if we cannot find, or make a storm.</p>
<p>Perhaps they will be sea-sick: but whether they be or not, no doubt they
will keep their cabin.</p>
<p>Here will be Mrs. Howe, Miss Howe, Mr. Hickman, a maid, and a footman, I
suppose: and thus we will order it.</p>
<p>I know it will be hard weather: I know it will: and, before there can be
the least suspicion of the matter, we shall be in sight of Guernsey,
Jersey, Dieppe, Cherbourg, or any where on the French coast that it shall
please us to agree with the winds to blow us: and then, securing the
footman, and the women being separated, one of us, according to lots that
may be cast, shall overcome, either by persuasion or force, the maid
servant: that will be no hard task; and she is a likely wench, [I have
seen her often:] one, Mrs. Howe; nor can there be much difficulty there;
for she is full of health and life, and has been long a widow: another,
[that, says the princely lion, must be I!] the saucy daughter; who will be
much too frightened to make great resistance, [violent spirits, in that
sex, are seldom true spirits—'tis but where they can:] and after
beating about the coast for three or four days for recreation's sake, and
to make sure work, till we see our sullen birds begin to eat and sip, we
will set them all ashore where it will be most convenient; sell the
vessel, [to Mrs. Townsend's agents, with all my heart, or to some other
smugglers,] or give it to Ganmore; and pursue our travels, and tarry
abroad till all is hushed up.</p>
<p>Now I know thou wilt make difficulties, as it is thy way; while it is mine
to conquer them. My other vassals made theirs; and I condescended to
obviate them: as thus I will thine, first stating them for thee according
to what I know of thy phlegm.</p>
<p>What, in the first place, wilt thou ask, shall be done with Hickman? who
will be in full parade of dress and primness, in order to show the old
aunt what a devilish clever fellow of a nephew she is to have.</p>
<p>What!—I'll tell thee—Hickman, in good manners, will leave the
women in their cabin—and, to show his courage with his breeding, be
upon deck—</p>
<p>Well, and suppose he is!—Why then I hope it is easy for Ganmore, or
any body else, myself suppose in my pea-jacket and great watch coat, (if
any other make scruple to do it), while he stands in the way, gaping and
staring like a novice, to stumble against him, and push him overboard!
—A rich thought—is it not, Belford?—He is certainly
plaguy officious in the ladies' correspondence; and I am informed, plays
double between mother and daughter, in fear of both.—Dost not see
him, Jack?—I do— popping up and down, his wig and hat floating
by him; and paddling, pawing, and dashing, like a frighted mongrel—I
am afraid he never ventured to learn to swim.</p>
<p>But thou wilt not drown the poor fellow; wilt thou?</p>
<p>No, no!—that is not necessary to the project—I hate to do
mischiefs supererogatory. The skiff shall be ready to save him, while the
vessel keeps its course: he shall be set on shore with the loss of wig and
hat only, and of half his little wits, at the place where he embarked, or
any where else.</p>
<p>Well, but shall we not be in danger of being hanged for three such
enormous rapes, although Hickman should escape with only a bellyful of
sea-water?</p>
<p>Yes, to be sure, when caught—But is there any likelihood of that?—
Besides, have we not been in danger before now for worse facts? and what
is there in being only in danger?—If we actually were to appear in
open day in England before matters are made up, there will be greater
likelihood that these women will not prosecute that they will.—For
my own part, I should wish they may. Would not a brave fellow choose to
appear in court to such an arraignment, confronting women who would do
credit to his attempt? The country is more merciful in these cases, than
in any others: I should therefore like to put myself upon my country.</p>
<p>Let me indulge in a few reflections upon what thou mayest think the worst
that can happen. I will suppose that thou art one of us; and that all five
are actually brought to trial on this occasion: how bravely shall we enter
a court, I at the head of you, dressed out each man, as if to his wedding
appearance!—You are sure of all the women, old and young, of your
side.—What brave fellows!—what fine gentlemen!—There
goes a charming handsome man!—meaning me, to be sure!—who
could find in their hearts to hang such a gentleman as that? whispers one
lady, sitting perhaps on the right hand of the recorder: [I suppose the
scene to be in London:] while another disbelieves that any woman could
fairly swear against me. All will crowd after me: it will be each man's
happiness (if ye shall chance to be bashful) to be neglected: I shall be
found to be the greatest criminal; and my safety, for which the general
voice will be engaged, will be yours.</p>
<p>But then comes the triumph of triumphs, that will make the accused look
up, while the accusers are covered with confusion.</p>
<p>Make room there!—stand by!—give back!—One receiving a
rap, another an elbow, half a score a push a piece!—</p>
<p>Enter the slow-moving, hooded-faced, down-looking plaintiffs.—</p>
<p>And first the widow, with a sorrowful countenance, though half-veiled,
pitying her daughter more than herself. The people, the women especially,
who on this occasion will be five-sixths of the spectators, reproaching
her—You'd have the conscience, would you, to have five such brave
gentlemen as these hanged for you know not what?</p>
<p>Next comes the poor maid—who, perhaps, has been ravished twenty
times before; and had not appeared now, but for company-sake; mincing,
simpering, weeping, by turns; not knowing whether she should be sorry or
glad.</p>
<p>But every eye dwells upon Miss!—See, see, the handsome gentleman
bows to her!</p>
<p>To the very ground, to be sure, I shall bow; and kiss my hand.</p>
<p>See her confusion! see! she turns from him!—Ay! that's because it is
in open court, cries an arch one!—While others admire her—Ay!
that's a girl worth venturing one's neck for!</p>
<p>Then we shall be praised—even the judges, and the whole crowded
bench, will acquit us in their hearts! and every single man wish he had
been me! —the women, all the time, disclaiming prosecution, were the
case to be their own. To be sure, Belford, the sufferers cannot put half
so good a face upon the matter as we.</p>
<p>Then what a noise will this matter make!—Is it not enough, suppose
us moving from the prison to the sessions-house,* to make a noble heart
thump it away most gloriously, when such an one finds himself attended to
his trial by a parade of guards and officers, of miens and aspects warlike
and unwarlike; himself of their whole care, and their business! weapons in
their hands, some bright, some rusty, equally venerable for their
antiquity and inoffensiveness! others of more authoritative demeanour,
strutting before with fine painted staves! shoals of people following,
with a Which is he whom the young lady appears against?— Then, let
us look down, look up, look round, which way we will, we shall see all the
doors, the shops, the windows, the sign-irons, and balconies, (garrets,
gutters, and chimney-tops included,) all white-capt, black- hooded, and
periwigg'd, or crop-ear'd up by the immobile vulgus: while the floating
street-swarmers, who have seen us pass by at one place, run with
stretched-out necks, and strained eye-balls, a roundabout way, and elbow
and shoulder themselves into places by which we have not passed, in order
to obtain another sight of us; every street continuing to pour out its
swarms of late-comers, to add to the gathering snowball; who are content
to take descriptions of our persons, behaviour, and countenances, from
those who had the good fortune to have been in time to see us.</p>
<p>* Within these few years past, a passage has been made from the prison to
the sessions-house, whereby malefactors are carried into court without
going through the street. Lovelace's triumph on their supposed march shows
the wisdom of this alteration.</p>
<p>Let me tell thee, Jack, I see not why (to judge according to our
principles and practices) we should not be as much elated in our march,
were this to happen to us, as others may be upon any other the most mob-
attracting occasion—suppose a lord-mayor on his gawdy—suppose
a victorious general, or ambassador, on his public entry—suppose (as
I began with the lowest) the grandest parade that can be supposed, a
coronation—for, in all these, do not the royal guard, the heroic
trained-bands, the pendent, clinging throngs of spectators, with their
waving heads rolling to-and-fro from house-tops to house-bottoms and
street-ways, as I have above described, make the principal part of the
raree-show?</p>
<p>And let me ask thee, if thou dost not think, that either the mayor, the
ambassador, or the general would not make very pitiful figures on their
galas, did not the trumpets and tabrets call together the canaille to gaze
at them?—Nor perhaps should we be the most guilty heroes neither:
for who knows how the magistrate may have obtained his gold chain? while
the general probably returns from cutting of throats, and from murders,
sanctified by custom only.—Caesar, we are told,* had won, at the age
of fifty-six, when he was assassinated, fifty pitched battles, had taken
by assault above a thousand towns, and slain near 1,200,000 men; I suppose
exclusive of those who fell on his own side in slaying them. Are not you
and I, Jack, innocent men, and babes in swaddling-clothes, compared to
Caesar, and to his predecessor in heroism, Alexander, dubbed, for murders
and depredation, Magnus?</p>
<p>* Pliny gives this account, putting the number of men slain at 1,100,092.
See also Lipsius de Constandia.</p>
<p>The principal difference that strikes me in the comparison between us and
the mayor, the ambassador, the general, on their gawdies, is, that the mob
make a greater noise, a louder huzzaing, in the one case than the other,
which is called acclamation, and ends frequently in higher taste, by
throwing dead animals at one another, before they disperse; in which they
have as much joy, as in the former part of the triumph: while they will
attend us with all the marks of an awful or silent (at most only a
whispering) respect; their mouths distended, as if set open with gags, and
their voices generally lost in goggle-ey'd admiration.</p>
<p>Well, but suppose, after all, we are convicted; what have we to do, but in
time make over our estates, that the sheriffs may not revel in our spoils?—There
is no fear of being hanged for such a crime as this, while we have money
or friends.—And suppose even the worst, that two or three were to
die, have we not a chance, each man of us, to escape? The devil's in them,
if they'll hang five for ravishing three!</p>
<p>I know I shall get off for one—were it but for family sake: and
being a handsome fellow, I shall have a dozen or two young maidens, all
dressed in white, go to court to beg my life—and what a pretty show
they will make, with their white hoods, white gowns, white petticoats,
white scarves, white gloves, kneeling for me, with their white
handkerchiefs at their eyes, in two pretty rows, as his Majesty walks
through them and nods my pardon for their sakes!—And, if once
pardoned, all is over: for, Jack, in a crime of this nature there lies no
appeal, as in a murder.</p>
<p>So thou seest the worst that can happen, should we not make the grand tour
upon this occasion, but stay and take our trials. But it is most likely,
that they will not prosecute at all. If not, no risque on our side will be
run; only taking our pleasure abroad, at the worst; leaving friends tired
of us, in order, after a time, to return to the same friends endeared to
us, as we to them, by absence.</p>
<p>This, Jack, is my scheme, at the first running. I know it is capable of
improvement—for example: I can land these ladies in France; whip
over before they can get a passage back, or before Hickman can have
recovered his fright; and so find means to entrap my beloved on board—and
then all will be right; and I need not care if I were never to return to
England.</p>
<p>Memorandum, To be considered of—Whether, in order to complete my<br/>
vengeance, I cannot contrive to kidnap away either James Harlowe or<br/>
Solmes? or both? A man, Jack, would not go into exile for nothing.<br/></p>
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