Mr. Lovelace, to John Belford,
ESQ.
Sunday night Monday morning
I went down with revenge in my heart,
the contents of Miss Howe’s letter almost engrossing
me, the moment that Miss Harlowe and Mrs. Moore (accompanied
by Miss Rawlins) came in: but in my countenance
all the gentle, the placid, the serene, that the glass
could teach; and in my behaviour all the polite, that
such an unpolite creature, as she has often told me
I am, could put on.
Miss Rawlins was sent for home almost
as soon as she came in, to entertain an unexpected
visiter; to her great regret, as well as to the
disappointment of my fair-one, as I could perceive
from the looks of both: for they had agreed,
it seems, if I went to town, as I said I intended
to do, to take a walk upon the Heath, at least in Mrs.
Moore’s garden; and who knows, what might have
been the issue, had the spirit of curiosity in the
one met with the spirit of communication in the other?
Miss Rawlins promised to return, if
possible: but sent to excuse herself: her
visiter intending to stay with her all night.
I rejoiced in my heart at her message;
and, after much supplication, obtained the favour
of my beloved’s company for another walk in the
garden, having, as I told her, abundance of things
to say, to propose, and to be informed of, in order
ultimately to govern myself in my future steps.
She had vouchsafed, I should have
told thee, with eyes turned from me, and in a half-aside
attitude, to sip two dishes of tea in my company
Dear soul! How anger unpolishes the most
polite! for I never saw Miss Harlowe behave so awkwardly.
I imagined she knew not how to be awkward.
When we were in the garden, I poured
my whole soul into her attentive ear; and besought
her returning favour.
She told me, that she had formed her
scheme for her future life: that, vile as the
treatment was which she had received from me, that
was not all the reason she had for rejecting my suit:
but that, on the maturest deliberation, she was convinced
that she could neither be happy with me, nor make
me happy; and she injoined me, for both our sakes,
to think no more of her.
The Captain, I told her, was rid down
post, in a manner, to forward my wishes with her uncle. Lady
Betty and Miss Montague were undoubtedly arrived in
town by this time. I would set out early in the
morning to attend them. They adored her.
They longed to see her. They would see her. They
would not be denied her company in Oxfordshire.
Whither could she better go, to be free from her
brother’s insults? Whither, to be
absolutely made unapprehensive of any body else? Might
I have any hopes of her returning favour, if Miss
Howe could be prevailed upon to intercede for me?
Miss Howe prevailed upon to intercede
for you! repeated she, with a scornful bridle, but
a very pretty one. And there she stopt.
I repeated the concern it would be
to me to be under a necessity of mentioning the misunderstanding
to Lady Betty and my cousin, as a misunderstanding
still to be made up; and as if I were of very little
consequence to a dear creature who was of so much to
me; urging, that these circumstances would extremely
lower me not only in my own opinion, but in that of
my relations.
But still she referred to Miss Howe’s
next letter; and all the concession I could bring
her to in this whole conference, was, that she would
wait the arrival and visit of the two ladies, if they
came in a day or two, or before she received the expected
letter from Miss Howe.
Thank Heaven for this! thought I.
And now may I go to town with hopes at my return
to find thee, dearest, where I shall leave thee.
But yet, as she may find reasons to
change her mind in my absence, I shall not entirely
trust to this. My fellow, therefore, who is in
the house, and who, by Mrs. Bevis’s kind intelligence,
will know every step she can take, shall have Andrew
and a horse ready, to give me immediate notice of
her motions; and moreover, go whither she will, he
shall be one of her retinue, though unknown to herself,
if possible.
This was all I could make of the fair
inexorable. Should I be glad of it, or sorry
for it?
Glad I believe: and yet my pride
is confoundedly abated, to think that I had so little
hold in the affections of this daughter of the Harlowes.
Don’t tell me that virtue and
principle are her guides on this occasion! ’Tis
pride, a greater pride than my own, that governs her.
Love, she has none, thou seest; nor ever had; at
least not in a superior degree. Love, that deserves
the name, never was under the dominion of prudence,
or of any reasoning power. She cannot bear to
be thought a woman, I warrant! And if, in the
last attempt, I find her not one, what will she be
the worse for the trial? No one is to blame
for suffering an evil he cannot shun or avoid.
Were a general to be overpowered,
and robbed by a highwayman, would he be less fit for
the command of an army on that account? If
indeed the general, pretending great valour, and having
boasted that he never would be robbed, were to make
but faint resistance when he was brought to the test,
and to yield his purse when he was master of his own
sword, then indeed will the highwayman who robs him
be thought the braver man.
But from these last conferences am
I furnished with one argument in defence of my favourite
purpose, which I never yet pleaded.
O Jack! what a difficulty must a man
be allowed to have to conquer a predominant passion,
be it what it will, when the gratifying of it is in
his power, however wrong he knows it to be to resolve
to gratify it! Reflect upon this; and then wilt
thou be able to account for, if not to excuse, a projected
crime, which has habit to plead for it, in a breast
as stormy as uncontroulable!
This that follows is my new argument
Should she fail in the trial; should
I succeed; and should she refuse to go on with me;
and even resolve not to marry me (of which I can have
no notion); and should she disdain to be obliged to
me for the handsome provision I should be proud to
make for her, even to the half of my estate; yet cannot
she be altogether unhappy Is she not entitled
to an independent fortune? Will not Col.
Morden, as her trustee, put her in possession of it?
And did she not in our former conference point out
the way of life, that she always preferred to the
married life to wit, ’To take her
good Norton for her directress and guide, and to live
upon her own estate in the manner her grandfather
desired she should live?’
It is moreover to be considered that
she cannot, according to her own notions, recover
above one half of her fame, were we not to intermarry;
so much does she think she has suffered by her going
off with me. And will she not be always repining
and mourning for the loss of the other half? And
if she must live a life of such uneasiness and regret
for half, may she not as well repine and mourn for
the whole?
Nor, let me tell thee, will her own
scheme or penitence, in this case, be half so perfect,
if she do not fall, as if she does: for what a
foolish penitent will she make, who has nothing to
repent of! She piqués herself, thou
knowest, and makes it matter of reproach to me, that
she went not off with me by her own consent; but was
tricked out of herself.
Nor upbraid thou me upon the meditated
breach of vows so repeatedly made. She will not,
thou seest, permit me to fulfil them. And if
she would, this I have to say, that, at the time I
made the most solemn of them, I was fully determined
to keep them. But what prince thinks himself
obliged any longer to observe the articles of treaties,
the most sacredly sworn to, than suits with his interest
or inclination; although the consequence of the infraction
must be, as he knows, the destruction of thousands.
Is not this then the result of all,
that Miss Clarissa Harlowe, if it be not her own fault,
may be as virtuous after she has lost her honour, as
it is called, as she was before? She may be a
more eminent example to her sex; and if she yield
(a little yield) in the trial, may be a completer
penitent. Nor can she, but by her own wilfulness,
be reduced to low fortunes.
And thus may her old nurse and she;
an old coachman; and a pair of old coach-horses; and
two or three old maid-servants, and perhaps a very
old footman or two, (for every thing will be old and
penitential about her,) live very comfortably together;
reading old sermons, and old prayer-books; and relieving
old men and old women; and giving old lessons, and
old warnings, upon new subjects, as well as old ones,
to the young ladies of her neighbourhood; and so pass
on to a good old age, doing a great deal of good both
by precept and example in her generation.
And is a woman who can live thus prettily
without controul; who ever did prefer, and who still
prefers, the single to the married life; and who will
be enabled to do every thing that the plan she had
formed will direct her to do; to be said to be ruined,
undone, and such sort of stuff? I have
no patience with the pretty fools, who use those strong
words, to describe a transitory evil; an evil which
a mere church-form makes none?
At this rate of romancing, how many
flourishing ruins dost thou, as well as I, know?
Let us but look about us, and we shall see some of
the haughtiest and most censorious spirits among out
acquaintance of that sex now passing for chaste wives,
of whom strange stories might be told; and others,
whose husbands’ hearts have been made to ache
for their gaieties, both before and after marriage;
and yet know not half so much of them, as some of
us honest fellows could tell them.
But, having thus satisfied myself
in relation to the worst that can happen to this charming
creature; and that it will be her own fault, if she
be unhappy; I have not at all reflected upon what is
likely to be my own lot.
This has always been my notion, though
Miss Howe grudges us rakes the best of the sex, and
says, that the worst is too good for us, that the
wife of a libertine ought to be pure, spotless, uncontaminated.
To what purpose has such a one lived a free life,
but to know the world, and to make his advantages
of it! And, to be very serious, it would
be a misfortune to the public for two persons, heads
of a family, to be both bad; since, between two such,
a race of varlets might be propagated (Lovelaces
and Belfords, if thou wilt) who might do great mischief
in the world.
Thou seest at bottom that I am not
an abandoned fellow; and that there is a mixture of
gravity in me. This, as I grow older, may increase;
and when my active capacity begins to abate, I may
sit down with the preacher, and resolve all my past
life into vanity and vexation of spirit.
This is certain, that I shall never
find a woman so well suited to my taste as Miss Clarissa
Harlowe. I only wish that I may have such a lady
as her to comfort and adorn my setting sun. I
have often thought it very unhappy for us both, that
so excellent a creature sprang up a little too late
for my setting out, and a little too early in my progress,
before I can think of returning. And yet, as
I have picked up the sweet traveller in my way, I
cannot help wishing that she would bear me company
in the rest of my journey, although she were stepping
out of her own path to oblige me. And then,
perhaps, we could put up in the evening at the same
inn; and be very happy in each other’s conversation;
recounting the difficulties and dangers we had passed
in our way to it.
I imagine that thou wilt be apt to
suspect that some passages in this letter were written
in town. Why, Jack, I cannot but say that the
Westminster air is a little grosser than that at Hampstead;
and the conversation of Mrs. Sinclair and the nymphs
less innocent than Mrs. Moore’s and Miss Rawlins’s.
And I think in my heart I can say and write those
things at one place which I cannot at the other, nor
indeed any where else.
I came to town about seven this morning all
necessary directions and precautions remembered to
be given.
I besought the favour of an audience
before I set out. I was desirous to see which
of her lovely faces she was pleased to put on, after
another night had passed. But she was resolved,
I found, to leave our quarrel open. She would
not give me an opportunity so much as to entreat her
again to close it, before the arrival of Lady Betty
and my cousin.
I had notice from my proctor, by a
few lines brought by a man and horse, just before
I set out, that all difficulties had been for two days
past surmounted; and that I might have the license
for fetching.
I sent up the letter to my beloved,
by Mrs. Bevis, with a repeated request for admittance
to her presence upon it; but neither did this stand
me in stead. I suppose she thought it would be
allowing of the consequences that were naturally to
be expected to follow the obtaining of this instrument,
if she had consented to see me on the contents of
this letter, having refused me that honour before I
sent it up to her. No surprising her. No
advantage to be taken of her inattention to the nicest
circumstances.
And now, Belford, I set out upon business.