LETTER LX

_Coke Clifton to The Honourable Mrs. Clifton_

_London, Dover Street_

I write to you, dear and honoured madam, with a grateful and happy

heart, to thank you for a project so maternally and wisely conceived in

my favour, and of which I have just been informed, by the frank-hearted

and lovely Anna St. Ives. Of all the blessings for which, madam, I hold

myself indebted to you, this last, of discovering and endeavouring to

secure for your thankful son a gem so precious, a lady so above all

praise, I esteem to be the greatest.

You, dear madam, are acquainted with the propriety with which she

thinks and acts, on every occasion; and I have no doubt will join with

me, in applauding the entire undisguisedness of relating all that had

passed, which appeared to her delicate mind at this moment to be

absolutely necessary.

After obtaining her consent for that purpose, I have spoken to Sir

Arthur; who, at my request, has promised immediately to write to you.

And, it being a project, dear madam, a kind one, of your own forming, I

have no fear that it should be discountenanced by you. My only doubt is

of delay. Let me entreat you, my dear mother, to remove all impediments

with every possible speed; and not to lose a moment in writing to me,

as soon as you and Sir Arthur have arranged the business, that I may

solicit her, from whom I am certain to receive all possible bliss, to

name a time, when suspense shall joyfully end.

Do not, dear madam, let impatience seem a fault in me. Remember the

lady; who she is, and all she is; and think, if her perfections could

make the impression which they seem to have done upon your heart, what

must they have made upon mine! I, who, with all the fire of youth and

constitutional eagerness, in consequence of your own wise plan, am

become a wishing and expecting lover!

My sister, I am sure, is too generous, the happiness of her friend and

brother being pledged, not to join me in the request I now make: and I

certainly will not forget a kindness which, I acknowledge, I know not

how I shall ever repay.

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