MISS CLARISSA HARLOWE, TO MISS HOWE JAN. 20

I have been hindered from prosecuting my intention. Neither nights nor

mornings have been my own. My mother has been very ill; and would have

no other nurse but me. I have not stirred from her bedside (for she kept

her bed); and two nights I had the honour of sharing it with her.

Her disorder was a very violet colic. The contentions of these fierce,

these masculine spirits, and the apprehension of mischiefs that may

arise from the increasing animosity which all here have against Mr.

Lovelace, and his too well known resenting and intrepid character, she

cannot bear. Then the foundations laid, as she dreads, for jealousy and

heart-burnings in her own family, late so happy and so united, afflict

exceedingly a gentle and sensible mind, which has from the beginning, on

all occasions, sacrificed its own inward satisfaction to outward peace.

My brother and sister, who used very often to jar, are now so entirely

one, and are so much together, (caballing was the word that dropt from

my mother's lips, as if at unawares,) that she is very fearful of the

consequences that may follow;--to my prejudice, perhaps, is her kind

concern; since she sees that they behave to me every hour with more and

more shyness and reserve: yet, would she but exert that authority which

the superiority of her fine talents gives her, all these family feuds

might perhaps be extinguished in their but yet beginnings; especially as

she may be assured that all fitting concessions shall be made by me,

not only as my brother and sister are my elders, but for the sake of so

excellent and so indulgent a mother.

For, if I may say to you, my dear, what I would not to any other person

living, it is my opinion, that had she been of a temper that would have

borne less, she would have had ten times less to bear, than she has had.

No commendation, you'll say, of the generosity of those spirits which

can turn to its own disquiet so much condescending goodness.

Upon my word I am sometimes tempted to think that we may make the world

allow for and respect us as we please, if we can but be sturdy in our

wills, and set out accordingly. It is but being the less beloved for it,

that's all: and if we have power to oblige those we have to do with, it

will not appear to us that we are. Our flatterers will tell us any thing

sooner than our faults, or what they know we do not like to hear.

Were there not truth in this observation, is it possible that my brother

and sister could make their very failings, their vehemences, of such

importance to all the family? 'How will my son, how will my nephew, take

this or that measure? What will he say to it? Let us consult him about

it;' are references always previous to every resolution taken by his

superiors, whose will ought to be his. Well may he expect to be treated

with this deference by every other person, when my father himself,

generally so absolute, constantly pays it to him; and the more since his

godmother's bounty has given independence to a spirit that was before

under too little restraint.--But whither may these reflections lead

me!--I know you do not love any of us but my mother and me; and, being

above all disguises, make me sensible that you do not oftener than I

wish.--Ought I then to add force to your dislikes of those whom I wish

you to like?--of my father especially; for he, alas! has some excuse

for his impatience of contradiction. He is not naturally an ill-tempered

man; and in his person and air, and in his conversation too, when not

under the torture of a gouty paroxysm, every body distinguishes the

gentleman born and educated.

Our sex perhaps must expect to bear a little--uncourtliness shall I call

it?--from the husband whom as the lover they let know the preference

their hearts gave him to all other men.--Say what they will of

generosity being a manly virtue; but upon my word, my dear, I have ever

yet observed, that it is not to be met with in that sex one time in ten

that it is to be found in ours.--But my father was soured by the cruel

distemper I have named; which seized him all at once in the very prime

of life, in so violent a manner as to take from the most active of

minds, as his was, all power of activity, and that in all appearance for

life.--It imprisoned, as I may say, his lively spirits in himself,

and turned the edge of them against his own peace; his extraordinary

prosperity adding to his impatiency. Those, I believe, who want the

fewest earthly blessings, most regret that they want any.

But my brother! What excuse can be made for his haughty and morose

temper? He is really, my dear, I am sorry to have occasion to say it, an

ill-temper'd young man; and treats my mother sometimes--Indeed he is not

dutiful.--But, possessing every thing, he has the vice of age, mingled

with the ambition of youth, and enjoys nothing--but his own haughtiness

and ill-temper, I was going to say.--Yet again am I adding force to your

dislikes of some of us.--Once, my dear, it was perhaps in your power to

have moulded him as you pleased.--Could you have been my sister!--Then

had I friend in a sister.--But no wonder that he does not love you now;

who could nip in the bud, and that with a disdain, let me say, too

much of kin to his haughtiness, a passion that would not have wanted

a fervour worthy of the object; and which possibly would have made him

worthy.

But no more of this. I will prosecute my former intention in my next;

which I will sit down to as soon as breakfast is over; dispatching this

by the messenger whom you have so kindly sent to inquire after us on my

silence. Mean time, I am,

Your most affectionate and obliged friend and servant, CL. HARLOWE.

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