LETTER XXXIX

MR. LOVELACE, TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ.

TUESDAY MORN. AUG. 29.

Now, Jack, will I give thee an account of what passed on occasion of the

visit made us by Col. Morden.

He came on horseback, attended by one servant; and Lord M. received him

as a relation of Miss Harlowe's with the highest marks of civility and

respect.

After some general talk of the times, and of the weather, and such

nonsense as Englishmen generally make their introductory topics to

conversation, the Colonel addressed himself to Lord M. and to me, as

follows:

I need not, my Lord, and Mr. Lovelace, as you know the relation I bear to

the Harlowe family, make any apology for entering upon a subject, which,

on account of that relation, you must think is the principal reason of

the honour I have done myself in this visit.

Miss Harlowe, Miss Clarissa Harlowe's affair, said Lord M. with his usual

forward bluntness. That, Sir, is what you mean. She is, by all

accounts, the most excellent woman in the world.

I am glad to hear that is your Lordship's opinion of her. It is every

one's.

It is not only my opinion, Col. Morden (proceeded the prating Peer), but

it is the opinion of all my family. Of my sisters, of my nieces, and of

Mr. Lovelace himself.

Col. Would to Heaven it had been always Mr. Lovelace's opinion of her!

Lovel. You have been out of England, Colonel, a good many years.

Perhaps you are not yet fully apprized of all the particulars of this

case.

Col. I have been out of England, Sir, about seven years. My cousin

Clary was then about 12 years of age: but never was there at twenty so

discreet, so prudent, and so excellent a creature. All that knew her, or

saw her, admired her. Mind and person, never did I see such promises of

perfection in any young lady: and I am told, nor is it to be wondered at,

that, as she advanced to maturity, she more than justified and made good

those promises.--Then as to fortune--what her father, what her uncles,

and what I myself, intended to do for her, besides what her grandfather

had done--there is not a finer fortune in the country.

Lovel. All this, Colonel, and more than this, is Miss Clarissa Harlowe;

and had it not been for the implacableness and violence of her family

(all resolved to push her upon a match as unworthy of her as hateful to

her) she had still been happy.

Col. I own, Mr. Lovelace, the truth of what you observed just now, that

I am not thoroughly acquainted with all that has passed between you and

my cousin. But permit me to say, that when I first heard that you made

your addresses to her, I knew but of one objection against you; that,

indeed, a very great one: and upon a letter sent me, I gave her my free

opinion upon that subject.* But had it not been for that, I own, that,

in my private mind, there could not have been a more suitable match: for

you are a gallant gentleman, graceful in your person, easy and genteel in

your deportment, and in your family, fortunes, and expectations, happy as

a man can wish to be. Then the knowledge I had of you in Italy

(although, give me leave to say, your conduct there was not wholly

unexceptionable) convinces me that you are brave: and few gentlemen come

up to you in wit and vivacity. Your education has given you great

advantages; your manners are engaging, and you have travelled; and I

know, if you'll excuse me, you make better observations than you are

governed by. All these qualifications make it not at all surprising that

a young lady should love you: and that this love, joined to that

indiscreet warmth wherewith my cousin's friends would have forced her

inclinations in favour of men who are far your inferiors in the qualities

I have named, should throw herself upon your protection. But then, if

there were these two strong motives, the one to induce, the other to

impel, her, let me ask you, Sir, if she were not doubly entitled to

generous usage from a man whom she chose for her protector; and whom, let

me take the liberty to say, she could so amply reward for the protection

he was to afford her?

* See Vol. IV. Letter XIX.

Lovel. Miss Clarissa Harlowe was entitled, Sir, to have the best usage

that man could give her. I have no scruple to own it. I will always do

her the justice she so well deserves. I know what will be your inference;

and have only to say, that time past cannot be recalled; perhaps I wish

it could.

The Colonel then, in a very manly strain, set forth the wickedness of

attempting a woman of virtue and character. He said, that men had

generally too many advantages from the weakness, credulity, and

inexperience of the fair sex: that their early learning, which chiefly

consisted in inflaming novels, and idle and improbable romances,

contributed to enervate and weaken their minds: that his cousin, however,

he was sure, was above the reach of common seduction, and not to be

influenced to the rashness her parents accused her of, by weaker motives

than their violence, and the most solemn promises on my part: but,

nevertheless, having those motives, and her prudence (eminent as it was)

being rather the effect of constitution than experience, (a fine

advantage, however, he said, to ground an unblamable future life upon,)

she might not be apprehensive of bad designs in a man she loved: it was,

therefore, a very heinous thing to abuse the confidence of such a woman.

He was going on in this trite manner; when, interrupting him, I said,

These general observations, Colonel, suit not perhaps this particular

case. But you yourself are a man of gallantry; and, possibly, were you

to be put to the question, might not be able to vindicate every action of

your life, any more than I.

Col. You are welcome, Sir, to put what questions you please to me.

And, I thank God, I can both own and be ashamed of my errors.

Lord M. looked at me; but as the Colonel did not by his manner seem to

intend a reflection, I had no occasion to take it for one; especially as

I can as readily own my errors, as he, or any man, can his, whether

ashamed of them or not.

He proceeded. As you seem to call upon me, Mr. Lovelace, I will tell you

(without boasting of it) what has been my general practice, till lately,

that I hope I have reformed it a good deal.

I have taken liberties, which the laws of morality will by no means

justify; and once I should have thought myself warranted to cut the

throat of any young fellow who should make as free with a sister of mine

as I have made with the sisters and daughters of others. But then I took

care never to promise any thing I intended not to perform. A modest ear

should as soon have heard downright obscenity from my lips, as matrimony,

if I had not intended it. Young ladies are generally ready enough to

believe we mean honourably, if they love us; and it would look lie a

strange affront to their virtue and charms, that it should be supposed

needful to put the question whether in your address you mean a wife. But

when once a man make a promise, I think it ought to be performed; and a

woman is well warranted to appeal to every one against the perfidy of a

deceiver; and is always sure to have the world on her side.

Now, Sir, continued he, I believe you have so much honour as to own, that

you could not have made way to so eminent a virtue, without promising

marriage; and that very explicitly and solemnly--

I know very well, Colonel, interrupted I, all you would say. You will

excuse me, I am sure, that I break in upon you, when you find it is to

answer the end you drive at.

I own to you then that I have acted very unworthily by Miss Clarissa

Harlowe; and I'll tell you farther, that I heartily repent of my

ingratitude and baseness to her. Nay, I will say still farther, that I

am so grossly culpable as to her, that even to plead that the abuses and

affronts I daily received from her implacable relations were in any

manner a provocation to me to act vilely by her, would be a mean and low

attempt to excuse myself--so low and so mean, that it would doubly

condemn me. And if you can say worse, speak it.

He looked upon Lord M. and then upon me, two or three times. And my Lord

said, My kinsman speaks what he thinks, I'll answer for him.

Lovel. I do, Sir; and what can I say more? And what farther, in your

opinion, can be done?

Col. Done! Sir? Why, Sir, [in a haughty tone he spoke,] I need not

tell you that reparation follows repentance. And I hope you make no

scruple of justifying your sincerity as to the one or the other.

I hesitated, (for I relished not the manner of his speech, and his

haughty accent,) as undetermined whether to take proper notice of it or

not.

Col. Let me put this question to you, Mr. Lovelace: Is it true, as I

have heard it is, that you would marry my cousin, if she would have you?

--What say you, Sir?--

This wound me up a peg higher.

Lovel. Some questions, as they may be put, imply commands, Colonel. I

would be glad to know how I am to take your's? And what is to be the end

of your interrogatories?

Col. My questions are not meant by me as commands, Mr. Lovelace. The

end is, to prevail upon a gentleman to act like a gentleman, and a man of

honour.

Lovel. (briskly) And by what arguments, Sir, do you propose to prevail

upon me?

Col. By what arguments, Sir, prevail upon a gentleman to act like a

gentleman!--I am surprised at that question from Mr. Lovelace.

Lovel. Why so, Sir?

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