DEAR JACK,

I send by poor Lovelace's desire, for particulars of the fatal breviate

thou sentest him this night. He cannot bear to set pen to paper; yet

wants to know every minute passage of Miss Harlowe's departure. Yet why

he should, I cannot see: for if she is gone, she is gone; and who can

help it?

I never heard of such a woman in my life. What great matters has she

suffered, that grief should kill her thus?

I wish the poor fellow had never known her. From first to last, what

trouble she has cost him! The charming fellow had been half lost to us

ever since he pursued her. And what is there in one woman more than

another, for matter of that?

It was well we were with him when your note came. Your showed your true

friendship in your foresight. Why, Jack, the poor fellow was quite

beside himself--mad as any man ever was in Bedlam.

Will. brought him the letter just after we had joined him at the Bohemia

Head; where he had left word at the Rose at Knightsbridge he should be;

for he had been sauntering up and down, backwards and forwards, expecting

us, and his fellow. Will., as soon as he delivered it, got out of his

way; and, when he opened it, never was such a piece of scenery. He

trembled like a devil at receiving it: fumbled at the seal, his fingers

in a palsy, like Tom. Doleman's; his hand shake, shake, shake, that he

tore the letter in two, before he could come at the contents: and, when

he had read them, off went his hat to one corner of the room, his wig to

the other--D--n--n seize the world! and a whole volley of such-like

excratious wishes; running up and down the room, and throwing up the

sash, and pulling it down, and smiting his forehead with his double fist,

with such force as would have felled as ox, and stamping and tearing,

that the landlord ran in, and faster out again. And this was the

distraction scene for some time.

In vain was all Jemmy or I could say to him. I offered once to take hold

of his hands, because he was going to do himself a mischief, as I

believed, looking about for his pistols, which he had laid upon the

table, but which Will., unseen, had taken out with him, [a faithful,

honest dog, that Will.! I shall for ever love the fellow for it,] and he

hit me a d--d dowse of the chops, as made my nose bleed. 'Twas well

'twas he, for I hardly knew how to take it.

Jemmy raved at him, and told him, how wicked it was in him, to be so

brutish to abuse a friend, and run mad for a woman. And then he said he

was sorry for it; and then Will. ventured in with water and a towel; and

the dog rejoiced, as I could see by his look, that I had it rather than

he.

And so, by degrees, we brought him a little to his reason, and he

promised to behave more like a man. And so I forgave him: and we rode on

in the dark to here at Doleman's. And we all tried to shame him out of

his mad, ungovernable foolishness: for we told him, as how she was but a

woman, and an obstinate perverse woman too; and how could he help it?

And you know, Jack, (as we told him, moreover,) that it was a shame to

manhood, for a man, who had served twenty and twenty women as bad or

worse, let him have served Miss Harlowe never so bad, should give himself

such obstropulous airs, because she would die: and we advised him never

to attempt a woman proud of her character and virtue, as they call it,

any more: for why? The conquest did not pay trouble; and what was there

in one woman more than another? Hay, you know, Jack!--And thus we

comforted him, and advised him.

But yet his d--d addled pate runs upon this lady as much now she's dead

as it did when she was living. For, I suppose, Jack, it is no joke: she

is certainly and bonâ fide dead: I'n't she? If not, thou deservest to be

doubly d--d for thy fooling, I tell thee that. So he will have me write

for particulars of her departure.

He won't bear the word dead on any account. A squeamish puppy! How love

unmans and softens! And such a noble fellow as this too! Rot him for an

idiot, and an oaf! I have no patience with the foolish duncical dog

--upon my soul, I have not!

So send the account, and let him howl over it, as I suppose he will.

But he must and shall go abroad: and in a month or two Jemmy, and you,

and I, will join him, and he'll soon get the better of this

chicken-hearted folly, never fear; and will then be ashamed of himself:

and then we'll not spare him; though now, poor fellow, it were pity to

lay him on so thick as he deserves. And do thou, till then, spare all

reflections upon him; for, it seems, thou hast worked him unmercifully.

I was willing to give thee some account of the hand we have had with the

tearing fellow, who had certainly been a lost man, had we not been with

him; or he would have killed somebody or other. I have no doubt of it.

And now he is but very middling; sits grinning like a man in straw;

curses and swears, and is confounded gloomy; and creeps into holes and

corners, like an old hedge-hog hunted for his grease.

And so, adieu, Jack. Tourville, and all of us, wish for thee; for no one

has the influence upon him that thou hast.

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