A LETTER from a YOUNG LADY, whose feelings being too strong for her
Judgement led her into the commission of Errors which her Heart
disapproved.
Many have been the cares and vicissitudes of my past life, my beloved
Ellinor, and the only consolation I feel for their bitterness is that
on a close examination of my conduct, I am convinced that I have
strictly deserved them. I murdered my father at a very early period of
my Life, I have since murdered my Mother, and I am now going to murder
my Sister. I have changed my religion so often that at present I have
not an idea of any left. I have been a perjured witness in every public
tryal for these last twelve years; and I have forged my own Will. In
short there is scarcely a crime that I have not committed—But I am now
going to reform. Colonel Martin of the Horse guards has paid his
Addresses to me, and we are to be married in a few days. As there is
something singular in our Courtship, I will give you an account of it.
Colonel Martin is the second son of the late Sir John Martin who died
immensely rich, but bequeathing only one hundred thousand pound apeice
to his three younger Children, left the bulk of his fortune, about
eight Million to the present Sir Thomas. Upon his small pittance the
Colonel lived tolerably contented for nearly four months when he took
it into his head to determine on getting the whole of his eldest
Brother’s Estate. A new will was forged and the Colonel produced it in
Court—but nobody would swear to it’s being the right will except
himself, and he had sworn so much that Nobody beleived him. At that
moment I happened to be passing by the door of the Court, and was
beckoned in by the Judge who told the Colonel that I was a Lady ready
to witness anything for the cause of Justice, and advised him to apply
to me. In short the Affair was soon adjusted. The Colonel and I swore
to its’ being the right will, and Sir Thomas has been obliged to resign
all his illgotten wealth. The Colonel in gratitude waited on me the
next day with an offer of his hand—. I am now going to murder my
Sister.
Yours Ever,
Anna Parker.
A TOUR THROUGH WALES—
in a LETTER from a YOUNG LADY—