I resume my pen to add a few lines.

While warm, though pulseless, we pressed each her hand with our lips;

and then retired into the next room.

We looked at each other, with intent to speak: but, as if one motion

governed, as one cause affected both, we turned away silent.

The Colonel sighed as if his heart would burst: at last, his face and

hands uplifted, his back towards me, Good Heaven! said he to himself,

support me!--And is it thus, O flower of nature!--Then pausing--And must

we no more--never more!--My blessed, blessed Cousin! uttering some other

words, which his sighs made inarticulate.--And then, as if recollecting

himself--Forgive me, Sir!--Excuse me, Mr. Belford! And sliding by me,

Anon I hope to see you, Sir--And down stairs he went, and out of the

house, leaving me a statue.

When I recovered, I was ready to repine at what I then called an unequal

dispensation; forgetting her happy preparation, and still happier

departure; and that she had but drawn a common lot; triumphing in it, and

leaving behind her every one less assured of happiness, though equally

certain that the lot would one day be their own.

She departed exactly at forty minutes after six o'clock, as by her watch

on the table.

And thus died Miss CLARISSA HARLOWE, in the blossom of her youth and

beauty: and who, her tender years considered, had not left behind her her

superior in extensive knowledge and watchful prudence; nor hardly her

equal for unblemished virtue, exemplary piety, sweetness of manners,

discreet generosity, and true christian charity: and these all set off by

the most graceful modesty and humility; yet on all proper occasions,

manifesting a noble presence of mind, and true magnanimity: so that she

may be said to have been not only an ornament to her sex, but to human

nature.

A better pen than mine may do her fuller justice. Thine, I mean, O

Lovelace! For well dost thou know how much she excelled in the graces of

both mind and person, natural and acquired, all that is woman. And thou

also can best account for the causes of her immature death, through those

calamities which in so short a space of time, from the highest pitch of

felicity, (every one in a manner adoring her,) brought her to an exit so

happy for herself, but, that it was so early, so much to be deplored by

all who had the honour of her acquaintance.

This task, then, I leave to thee: but now I can write no more, only that

I am a sympathizer in every part of thy distress, except (and yet it is

cruel to say it) in that which arises from thy guilt.

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