MR. LOVELACE, TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ.

I am preparing to leave this kingdom. Mowbray and Tourville promise to

give me their company in a month or two.

I'll give thee my route.

I shall first to Paris; and, for some amusement and diversion sake, try

to renew some of my old friendships: thence to some of the German courts:

thence, perhaps, to Vienna: thence descend through Bavaria and the Tyrol

to Venice, where I shall keep the carnival: thence to Florence and Turin:

thence again over Mount Cenis to France: and, when I return again to

Paris, shall expect to see my friend Belford, who, by that time, I doubt

not, will be all crusted and bearded over with penitence, self-denial,

and mortification; a very anchoret, only an itinerant one, journeying

over in hope to cover a multitude of his own sins, by proselyting his old

companions.

But let me tell thee, Jack, if stock rises on, as it has done since I

wrote my last letter, I am afraid thou wilt find a difficult task in

succeeding, should such be thy purpose.

Nor, I verily think, can thy own penitence and reformation hold. Strong

habits are not so easily rooted out. Old Satan has had too much benefit

from thy faithful services, for a series of years, to let thee so easily

get out of his clutches. He knows what will do with thee. A fine

strapping Bona Roba, in the Charters-taste, but well-limbed,

clear-complexioned, and Turkish-eyed; thou the first man with her, or

made to believe so, which is the same thing; how will thy frosty face be

illuminated by it! A composition will be made between thee and the grand

tempter: thou wilt promise to do him suit and service till old age and

inability come. And then will he, in all probability, be sure of thee

for ever. For, wert thou to outlive thy present reigning appetites, he

will trump up some other darling sin, or make a now secondary one

darling, in order to keep thee firmly attached to his infernal interests.

Thou wilt continue resolving to amend, but never amending, till, grown

old before thou art aware, (a dozen years after thou art old with every

body else,) thy for-time-built tenement having lasted its allotted

period, he claps down upon thy grizzled head the universal trap-door: and

then all will be over with thee in his own way.

Thou wilt think these hints uncharacteristic from me. But yet I cannot

help warning thee of the danger thou art actually in; which is the

greater, as thou seemst not to know it. A few words more, therefore,

on this subject.

Thou hast made good resolutions. If thou keepest them not, thou wilt

never be able to keep any. But, nevertheless, the devil and thy time of

life are against thee: and six to one thou failest. Were it only that

thou hast resolved, six to one thou failest. And if thou dost, thou wilt

become the scoff of men, and the triumph of devils.--Then how will I

laugh at thee! For this warning is not from principle. Perhaps I wish

it were: but I never lied to man, and hardly ever said truth to woman.

The first is what all free-livers cannot say: the second what every one

can.

I am mad again, by Jupiter!--But, thank my stars, not gloomily so!--

Farewell, farewell, farewell, for the third or fourth time, concludes

Thy

LOVELACE.

I believe Charlotte and you are in private league together. Letters, I

find, have passed between her and you, and Lord M. I have been

kept strangely in the dark of late; but will soon break upon you

all, as the sun upon a midnight thief.

Remember that you never sent me the copy of my beloved's will.

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