LETTER LXII.

MR. LOVELACE, TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ.

M. Hall, Sat. Night, June 15.

ALL undone, undone, by Jupiter!-Zounds, Jack, what shall I do now! a curse upon all my plots and contrivances! But I have it—in the very heart and soul of me I have it!

Thou toldest me, that my punishments were but begin. ning-Canst thou, O fatal prognosticator! canst thou tell me, where they will end?

Thy assistance I bespeak. The moment thou receivest this, I bespeak thy assistance. This messenger rides for life and death-and I hope he'll find you at your townlodgings; if he meet not with you at Edgware; where, being Sunday, he will call first.

This cursed, cursed womau, on Friday dispatched man and horse with the joyful news (as she thought it would be to me) in an exulting letter from Sally Martin, that she had found out my angel as on Wednesday last; and on Friday morning, after she had been at prayers at CoventGarden church-praying for my reformation perhaps-got her arrested by two sheriffs' officers, as she was returning to her lodgings, who (villains!) put her into a chair they had in readiness, and carried her to one of the cursed fel low's houses.

She has arrested her for 1507. pretendedly due for board and lodging: a sum (besides the low villany of the proceeding) which the dear soul could not possibly raise: all her clothes and effects, except what she had on and with her when she went away, being at the old devil's.

And here, for an aggravation, has the dear creature lain already two days; for I must be gallanting my two aunts and my two cousins, and giving Lord M. an airing after his lying-in-pox upon the whole family of us! and returned not till within this hour: and now returned to my distrac tion, on receiving the cursed tidings, and the exulting letter.

Hasten, hasten, dear Jack; for the love of God, hasten to the injured charmer! my heart bleeds for her!—she deserved not this!-I dare not stir. It will be thought done by my contrivance-and if I am absent from this place, that will confirm the suspicion.

Damnation seize quick this accursed woman!-Yet she thinks she has made no small merit with me. Unhappy,

thrice unhappy circumstances !-At a time too, when better prospects were opening for the sweet creature!

Hasten to her!-Clear me of this cursed job. Most sincerely, by all that's sacred, I swear you may !—Yet have I been such a villanous plotter, that the charming sufferer will hardly believe it: although the proceeding be so dirtily low.

Set her free the moment you see her without conditioning, free!-On your knees, for me, beg her pardon : and assure her, that, wherever she goes, I will not mo. lest her: no, nor come near her without her leave: and be sure allow not any of the d-d crew to go near her -only let her permit you to receive her commands from time to time. You have always been her friend and advocate. What would I now give, had I permitted you to have been a successful one!

Let her have all her clothes and effects sent her instantly, as a small proof of my sincerity. And force upon the dear creature, who must be moneyless, what sums you can

get her to take. Let me know how she has been treated. If roughly, woe be to the guilty!

Take thy watch in thy hand, after thou hast freed her, and d-n the whole brood, dragon and serpents, by the hour, till thou'rt tired; and tell them, I bid thee do so for their cursed officiousness.

They had nothing to do when they had found her, but to wait my orders how to proceed.

The great devil fly away with them all, one by one, through the roof of their own cursed house, and dash them to pieces against the tops of chimneys as he flies; and let the lesser devils collect their scattered scraps, and bag them up, in order to put them together again in their allot. ted place, in the element of fire, with cements of molten lead.

A line! a line! a kingdom for a line! with tolerable news, the first moment thou canst write!-This fellow waits to bring it.

LETTER LXIII.

MISS CHARLOTTE MONTAGUE, TO MISS HOWE.

DEAR MISS HOWE,

M. Hall, Tuesday Afternoon.

YOUR Letter has infinitely disturbed us all.

This wretched man has been half distracted ever since Saturday night.

We knew not what ailed him, till your letter was brought.

Vile wretch, as he is, he is however innocent of this new evil.

Indeed he is, he must be; as I shall more at large ac

quaint you.

But will not now detain your messenger.

Only to satisfy your just impatience, by telling you, that the dear young lady is safe, and we hope well.

A horrid mistake of his general orders has subjected her to the terror and disgrace of an arrest.

Poor dear Miss Harlowe!-Her sufferings have endeared her to us, almost as much as her excellencies can have endeared her to you.

But she must be now quite at liberty.

He has been a distracted man, ever since the news was brought him; and we knew not what ailed him.

But that I said before.

My Lord M. my Lady Sarah Sadleir, and my Lady Betty Lawrance, will all write to you this very afternoon. And so will the wretch himself.

And send it by a servant of their own, not to detain your's.

I know not what I write.

But you shall have all the particulars, just, and true, and fair, from

Dear Madam,

Your most faithful and obedient servant,

CH. MONTAGUE.

LETTER LXIV.

MISS MONTAGUE, TO MISS HOWE.

DEAR MADAM,

M. Hall, July 18.

In pursuance of my promise, I will minutely inform you of every thing we know relating to this shocking transaction.

When we returned from you on Thursday night, and made our report of the kind reception both we and our message met with, in that you had been so good as to promise to use your interest with your dear friend, it put us all into such good humour with one another, and with my cousin Lovelace, that we resolved upon a little tour of two days, the Friday and Saturday, in order to give an airing to my Lord, and Lady Sarah, both having been long con fined, one by illness, the other by melancholy. My Lord, Lady Sarah, Lady Betty, and myself, were in the coach; and all our talk was of dear Miss Harlowe, and of our future happiness with her: Mr. Lovelace and my sister (who is his favourite, as he is her's) were in his phaëton : and, whenever we joined company, that was still the subject.

As to him, never man praised woman as he did her: Never man gave greater hopes, and made better resolutions. He is none of those that are governed by interest. He is too proud for that. But most sincerely delighted was he in talking of her; and of his hopes of her returning favour. He said, however, more than once, that he feared she would not forgive him; for, from his heart, he must say, he deserved not her forgiveness: and often and often, that there was not such a woman in the world.