TO MISS CLARY HARLOWE

Let it be pretty or not pretty, in your wise opinion, I shall speak my

mind, I will assure you, both of you and your conduct in relation

to this detested Lovelace. You are a fond foolish girl with all your

wisdom. Your letter shews that enough in twenty places. And as to your

cant of living single, nobody will believe you. This is one of your

fetches to avoid complying with your duty, and the will of the most

indulgent parents in the world, as yours have been to you, I am

sure--though now they see themselves finely requited for it.

We all, indeed, once thought your temper soft and amiable: but why was

it? You never were contradicted before: you had always your own way. But

no sooner do you meet with opposition in your wishes to throw yourself

away upon a vile rake, but you shew what you are. You cannot love Mr.

Solmes! that's the pretence; but Sister, Sister, let me tell you, that

is because Lovelace has got into your fond heart:--a wretch hated,

justly hated, by us all; and who has dipped his hands in the blood of

your brother: yet him you would make our relation, would you?

I have no patience with you, but for putting the case of my liking such

a vile wretch as him. As to the encouragement you pretend he received

formerly from all our family, it was before we knew him to be so vile:

and the proofs that had such force upon us, ought to have had some upon

you:--and would, had you not been a foolish forward girl; as on this

occasion every body sees you are.

O how you run out in favour of the wretch!--His birth, his

education, his person, his understanding, his manners, his air, his

fortune--reversions too taken in to augment the surfeiting catalogue!

What a fond string of lovesick praises is here! And yet you would live

single--Yes, I warrant!--when so many imaginary perfections dance before

your dazzled eye!--But no more--I only desire, that you will not, while

you seem to have such an opinion of your wit, think every one else a

fool; and that you can at pleasure, by your whining flourishes, make us

all dance after your lead.

Write as often as you will, this shall be the last answer or notice you

shall have upon this subject from

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