Clarissa Harlowe; or the history of a young lady Volume II Part 46

Clarissa Harlowe; or the history of a young lady Volume II Part 46

In that case, pity and pray for me, my beloved friend; and continue to me that place in your affection, which is the pride of my life, and the only comfort left to


Your CL. HARLOWE.


LETTER XLVIII


MISS CLARISSA HARLOWE, TO MISS HOWE ST. ALBANS, TUESDAY MORN. PAST ONE.


O MY DEAREST FRIEND!


After what I had resolved upon, as by my former, what shall I write?


what can I? with what consciousness, even by letter, do I approach you?--You will soon hear (if already you have not heard from the mouth of common fame) that your Clarissa Harlowe is gone off with a man!


I am busying myself to give you the particulars at large. The whole twenty-four hours of each day (to begin at the moment I can fix) shall be employed in it till it is finished: every one of the hours, I mean, that will be spared me by this interrupting man, to whom I have made myself so foolishly accountable for too many of them. Rest is departed from me. I have no call for that: and that has no balm for the wounds of my mind. So youll have all those hours without interruption till the account is ended.


But will you receive, shall you be permitted to receive my letters, after what I have done?


O my dearest friend!--But I must make the best of it.


I hope that will not be very bad! yet am I convinced that I did a rash and inexcusable thing in meeting him; and all his tenderness, all his vows, cannot pacify my inward reproaches on that account.


The bearer comes to you, my dear, for the little parcel of linen which I sent you with far better and more agreeable hopes.


Send not my letters. Send the linen only: except you will favour me with one line, to tell me you love me still; and that you will suspend your censures till you have the whole before you. I am the readier to send thus early, because if you have deposited any thing for me, you may cause it to be taken back, or withhold any thing you had but intended to send.


Adieu, my dearest friend!--I beseech you to love me still--But alas! what will your mother say?--what will mine?--what my other relations?--and what my dear Mrs. Norton?--and how will my brother and sister triumph!


I cannot at present tell you how, or where, you can direct to me. For very early shall I leave this place; hara.s.sed and fatigued to death.


But, when I can do nothing else, constant use has made me able to write.


Long, very long, has been all my amus.e.m.e.nt and pleasure: yet could not that have been such to me, had I not had you, my best beloved friend, to write to. Once more adieu. Pity and pray for


Your CL. HARLOWE.


END OF VOL. II