I have this moment received the following from Mr. B.

_Maidstone_.

"My dearest love,

"I am greatly touched with the dear boy's malady, of which I have

this moment heard. I desire you instantly to come to me hither, in the

chariot with the bearer, Colbrand. I know what your grief must be: but

as you can do the child no good, I beg you'll oblige me. Everything

is in a happy train; but I can think only of you, and (for your sake

principally, but not a little for _my own_) my boy. I will set out

to meet you; for I choose not to come myself, lest you should try to

persuade me to permit your tarrying about him; and I should be sorry

to deny you any thing. I have taken handsome apartments for you, till

the event, which I pray God may be happy, shall better determinate me

what to do. I will be ever _your affectionate and faithful_."

Maidstone indeed is not so very far off, but one may hear every day,

once or twice, by a man and horse; so I will go, to shew my obedience,

since Mr. B. is so intent upon it--But I cannot live, if I am not

permitted to come back--Oh! let me be enabled, gracious Father! to

close this letter more happily than I have begun it!

I have been so dreadfully uneasy at Maidstone, that Mr. B. has been

so good as to return with me hither; and I find my baby's case not yet

quite desperate--I am easier now I see him, in presence of his beloved

papa who lets me have all my way, and approves of my preparative

method for myself; and he tells me that since I will have it so,

he will indulge me in my attendance on the child, and endeavour to

imitate my reliance on God--that is his kind expression--and leave

the issue to him. And on my telling him, that I feared nothing in

the distemper, but the loss of his love, he said, in presence of the

doctors, and my father and mother, pressing my hand to his lips--"My

dearest life, make yourself easy under this affliction, and apprehend

nothing for yourself: I love you more, for your mind than for your

face. That and your person will be the same; and were that sweet face

to be covered with seams and scars, I will value you the more for the

misfortune: and glad I am, that I had your picture so well drawn in

town, to satisfy those who have heard of your loveliness, what you

were, and hitherto are. For myself, my admiration lies deeper;" and,

drawing me to the other end of the room, whisperingly he said, "The

last uneasiness between us, I now begin to think, was necessary,

because it has turned all my delight in you, more than ever, to the

perfections of your mind: and so God preserves to me the life of my

Pamela, I care not for my own part, what ravages the distemper makes

here," and tapped my cheek.--How generous, how noble, how comforting

was this!

When I went from my apartment, to go to my child, my dear Mr. B. met

me at the nursery door, and led me back again. "You must not go in

again, my dearest. They have just been giving the child other things

to try to drive out the malady; and some pustules seem to promise on

his breast." I made no doubt, my baby was then in extremity; and I

would have given the world to have shed a few tears, but I could not.

With the most soothing goodness he led me to my desk, and withdrew to

attend the dear baby himself--to see his last gaspings, poor little

lamb, I make no doubt!

In this suspense, my own strange hardness of heart would not give

up one tear, for the passage from _that_ to my _eyes_ seemed quite

choaked up, which used to be so open and ready on other occasions,

affecting ones too.

Two days have passed, dreadful days of suspense: and now, blessed be

God! who has given me hope that our prayers are heard, the pustules

come kindly out, very thick in his breast, and on his face: but of

a good sort, they tell me.--They won't let me see him; indeed they

won't!--What cruel kindness is this! One must believe all they tell

one!

But, my dear lady, my spirits are so weak; I have such a violent

headache, and have such a strange shivering disorder all running

down my back, and I was so hot just now, and am so cold at this

present--aguishly inclined--I don't know how! that I must leave off,

the post going away, with the assurance, that I am, and will be, to

the last hour of my life, _your ladyship's grateful and obliged sister

and servant_,

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