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<h2> LETTER LIII </h2>
<p>MR. LOVELACE, TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ. THURSDAY, MAY 25.</p>
<p>Thou seest, Belford, how we now drive before the wind.—The dear
creature now comes almost at the first word, whenever I desire the honour
of her company. I told her last night, that apprehending delay from
Pritchard's slowness, I was determined to leave it to my Lord to make his
compliments in his own way; and had actually that afternoon put my
writings into the hands of a very eminent lawyer, Counsellor Willians,
with directions for him to draw up settlements from my own estate, and
conformably to those of my mother! which I put into his hands at the same
time. It had been, I assured her, no small part of my concern, that her
frequent displeasure, and our mutual misapprehensions, had hindered me
from advising with her before on this subject. Indeed, indeed, my dearest
life, said I, you have hitherto afforded me but a very thorny courtship.</p>
<p>She was silent. Kindly silent. For well know I, that she could have
recriminated upon me with a vengeance. But I was willing to see if she
were not loth to disoblige me now. I comforted myself, I said, with the
hopes that all my difficulties were now over; and that every past
disobligations would be buried in oblivion.</p>
<p>Now, Belford, I have actually deposited these writings with Counsellor
Williams; and I expect the draughts in a week at farthest. So shall be
doubly armed. For if I attempt, and fail, these shall be ready to throw
in, to make her have patience with me till I can try again.</p>
<p>I have more contrivances still in embryo. I could tell thee of an hundred,
and yet hold another hundred in petto, to pop in as I go along, to excite
thy surprize, and to keep up thy attention. Nor rave thou at me; but, if
thou art my friend, think of Miss Howe's letters, and of her smuggling
scheme. All owing to my fair captive's informations incitements. Am I not
a villain, a fool, a Beelzebub, with them already? —Yet no harm done
by me, nor so much as attempted?</p>
<p>Every thing of this nature, the dear creature answered, (with a downcast
eye, and a blushing cheek,) she left to me.</p>
<p>I proposed my Lord's chapel for the celebration, where we might have the
presence of Lady Betty, Lady Sarah, and my two cousins Montague.</p>
<p>She seemed not to favour a public celebration! and waved this subject for
the present. I doubted not but she would be as willing as I to decline a
public wedding; so I pressed not this matter farther just then.</p>
<p>But patterns I actually produced; and a jeweller was to bring as this day
several sets of jewels for her choice. But the patterns she would not
open. She sighed at the mention of them: the second patterns, she said,
that had been offered to her:* and very peremptorily forbid the jeweller's
coming; as well as declined my offer of causing my mother's to be new-set,
at least for the present.</p>
<p>* See Vol. I. Letter XLI.</p>
<p>I do assure thee, Belford, I was in earnest in all this. My whole estate
is nothing to me, put in competition with her hoped-for favour.</p>
<p>She then told me, that she had put into writing her opinion of my general
proposals; and there had expressed her mind as to clothes and jewels: but
on my strange behaviour to her (for no cause that she knew of) on Sunday
night, she had torn the paper in two.</p>
<p>I earnestly pressed her to let me be favoured with a sight of this paper,
torn as it was. And, after some hesitation, she withdrew, and sent it to
me by Dorcas.</p>
<p>I perused it again. It was in a manner new to me, though I had read it so
lately: and, by my soul, I could hardly stand it. An hundred admirable
creatures I called her to myself. But I charge thee, write not a word to
me in her favour, if thou meanest her well; for, if I spare her, it must
be all ex mero motu.</p>
<p>You may easily suppose, when I was re-admitted to her presence, that I ran
over in her praises, and in vows of gratitude, and everlasting love. But
here's the devil; she still receives all I say with reserve; or if it be
not with reserve, she receives it so much as her due, that she is not at
all raised by it. Some women are undone by praise, by flattery. I myself,
a man, am proud of praise. Perhaps thou wilt say, that those are most
proud of it who least deserve it; as those are of riches and grandeur who
are not born to either. I own, that to be superior to these foibles, it
requires a soul. Have I not then a soul?—Surely, I have.— Let
me then be considered as an exception to the rule.</p>
<p>Now have I foundation to go upon in my terms. My Lord, in the exuberance
of his generosity, mentions a thousand pounds a year penny-rents. This I
know, that were I to marry this lady, he would rather settle upon her all
he has a mind to settle, than upon me. He has even threatened, that if I
prove not a good husband to her, he will leave all he can at his death
from me to her. Yet considers not that a woman so perfect can never be
displeased with her husband but to his disgrace: For who will blame her?
—Another reason why a LOVELACE should not wish to marry a CLARISSA.</p>
<p>But what a pretty fellow of an uncle is this foolish peer, to think of
making a wife independent of her emperor, and a rebel of course; yet
smarted himself for an error of this kind!</p>
<p>My beloved, in her torn paper, mentions but two hundred pounds a year, for
her separate use. I insisted upon her naming a larger sum. She said it
might be three; and I, for fear she should suspect very large offers,
named only five; but added the entire disposal of all arrears in her
father's hands for the benefit of Mrs. Norton, or whom she pleased.</p>
<p>She said, that the good woman would be uneasy if any thing more than a
competency were done for her. She was more for suiting all her
dispositions of this kind, she said, to the usual way of life of the
person. To go beyond it, was but to put the benefited upon projects, or to
make them awkward in a new state; when they might shine in that to which
they were accustomed. And to put it into so good a mother's power to give
her son a beginning in his business at a proper time; yet to leave her
something for herself, to set her above want, or above the necessity of
taking back from her child what she had been enabled to bestow upon him;
would be the height of such a worthy parent's ambition.</p>
<p>Here's prudence! Here's judgment in so young a creature! How do I hate the
Harlowes for producing such an angel!—O why, why, did she refuse my
sincere address to tie the knot before we came to this house!</p>
<p>But yet, what mortifies my pride is, that this exalted creature, if I were
to marry her, would not be governed in her behaviour to me by love, but by
generosity merely, or by blind duty; and had rather live single, than be
mine.</p>
<p>I cannot bear this. I would have the woman whom I honour with my name, if
ever I confer this honour upon any, forego even her superior duties for
me. I would have her look after me when I go out as far as she can see me,
as my Rosebud after her Johnny; and meet me at my return with rapture. I
would be the subject of her dreams, as well as of her waking thoughts. I
would have her think every moment lost that is not passed with me: sing to
me, read to me, play to me when I pleased: no joy so great as in obeying
me. When I should be inclined to love, overwhelm me with it; when to be
serious or solitary, if apprehensive of intrusion, retiring at a nod;
approaching me only if I smiled encouragement: steal into my presence with
silence; out of it, if not noticed, on tiptoe. Be a lady easy to all my
pleasures, and valuing those most who most contributed to them; only
sighing in private, that it was not herself at the time. Thus of old did
the contending wives of the honest patriarchs; each recommending her
handmaid to her lord, as she thought it would oblige him, and looking upon
the genial product as her own.</p>
<p>The gentle Waller says, women are born to be controuled. Gentle as he was,
he knew that. A tyrant husband makes a dutiful wife. And why do the sex
love rakes, but because they know how to direct their uncertain wills, and
manage them?</p>
<p>***</p>
<p>Another agreeable conversation. The day of days the subject. As to fixing
a particular one, that need not be done, my charmer says, till the
settlements are completed. As to marrying at my Lord's chapel, the Ladies
of my family present, that would be making a public affair of it; and the
dear creature observed, with regret, that it seemed to be my Lord's
intention to make it so.</p>
<p>It could not be imagined, I said, but that his Lordship's setting out in a
litter, and coming to town, as well as his taste for glare, and the joy he
would take to see me married at last, and to her dear self, would give it
as much the air of a public marriage as if the ceremony were performed at
his own chapel, all the Ladies present.</p>
<p>I cannot, said she, endure the thoughts of a public day. It will carry
with it an air of insult upon my whole family. And for my part, if my Lord
will not take it amiss, [and perhaps he will not, as the motion came not
from himself, but from you, Mr. Lovelace,] I will very willingly dispense
with his Lordship's presence; the rather, as dress and appearance will
then be unnecessary; for I cannot bear to think of decking my person while
my parents are in tears.</p>
<p>How excellent this! Yet do not her parents richly deserve to be in tears?</p>
<p>See, Belford, with so charming a niceness, we might have been a long time
ago upon the verge of the state, and yet found a great deal to do before
we entered into it.</p>
<p>All obedience, all resignation—no will but her's. I withdrew, and
wrote directly to my Lord; and she not disapproving of it, I sent it away.
The purport as follows; for I took no copy.</p>
<p>'That I was much obliged to his Lordship for his intended goodness to me
on an occasion the most solemn of my life. That the admirable Lady, whom
he so justly praised, thought his Lordship's proposals in her favour too
high. That she chose not to make a public appearance, if, without
disobliging my friends, she could avoid it, till a reconciliation with her
own could be effected. That although she expressed a grateful sense of his
Lordship's consent to give her to me with his own hand; yet, presuming
that the motive to this kind intention was rather to do her honour, than
it otherwise would have been his own choice, (especially as travelling
would be at this time so inconvenient to him,) she thought it advisable to
save his Lordship trouble on this occasion; and hoped he would take as
meant her declining the favour.</p>
<p>'That The Lawn will be most acceptable to us both to retire to; and the
rather, as it is so to his Lordship.</p>
<p>'But, if he pleases, the jointure may be made from my own estate; leaving
to his Lordship's goodness the alternative.'</p>
<p>I conclude with telling him, 'that I had offered to present the Lady his
Lordship's bill; but on her declining to accept of it (having myself no
present occasion for it) I return it enclosed, with my thanks, &c.'</p>
<p>And is not this going a plaguy length? What a figure should I make in
rakish annals, if at last I should be caught in my own gin?</p>
<p>The sex may say what they will, but a poor innocent fellow had need to
take great care of himself, when he dances upon the edge of the
matrimonial precipice. Many a faint-hearted man, when he began to jest, or
only designed to ape gallantry, has been forced into earnest, by being
over-prompt, and taken at his word, not knowing how to own that he meant
less than the lady supposed he meant. I am the better enabled to judge
that this must have been the case of many a sneaking varlet; because I,
who know the female world as well as any man in it of my standing, am so
frequently in doubt of myself, and know not what to make of the matter.</p>
<p>Then these little sly rogues, how they lie couchant, ready to spring upon
us harmless fellows the moment we are in their reach!—When the ice
is once broken for them, how swiftly can they make to port!—Mean
time, the subject they can least speak to, they most think of. Nor can you
talk of the ceremony, before they have laid out in their minds how it is
all to be. Little saucy-faced designers! how first they draw themselves
in, then us!</p>
<p>But be all these things as they will, Lord M. never in his life received
so handsome a letter as this from his nephew</p>
<p>LOVELACE. ***</p>
<p>[The Lady, after having given to Miss Howe on the particulars contained<br/>
in Mr. Lovelace's last letter, thus expresses herself:]<br/></p>
<p>A principal consolation arising from these favourable appearances, is,
that I, who have now but one only friend, shall most probably, and if it
be not my own fault, have as many new ones as there are persons in Mr.
Lovelace's family; and this whether Mr. Lovelace treat me kindly or not.
And who knows, but that, by degrees, those new friends, by their rank and
merit, may have weight enough to get me restored to the favour of my
relations? till which can be effected, I shall not be tolerably easy.
Happy I never expect to be. Mr. Lovelace's mind and mine are vastly
different; different in essentials.</p>
<p>But as matters are at present circumstanced, I pray you, my dear friend,
to keep to yourself every thing that might bring discredit to him, if
revealed.—Better any body expose a man than a wife, if I am to be
his; and what is said by you will be thought to come from me.</p>
<p>It shall be my constant prayer, that all the felicities which this world
can afford may be your's: and that the Almighty will never suffer you nor
your's, to the remotest posterity, to want such a friend as my Anna Howe
has been to</p>
<p>Her CLARISSA HARLOWE.</p>
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