SIR,

You will wonder to receive a letter from me; and more still at the

uncommon subject of it. But the necessity of the case will justify me,

at least in my own apprehension; and I shall therefore make no other

apology for it.

When you first came acquainted with our family, you found the writer of

this one of the happiest creatures in the world; beloved by the best

and most indulgent of parents; and rejoicing in the kind favour of two

affectionate uncles, and in the esteem of every one.

But how is this scene now changed!--You was pleased to cast a favourable

eye upon me. You addressed yourself to my friends: your proposals were

approved of by them--approved of without consulting me; as if my choice

and happiness were of the least signification. Those who had a right to

all reasonable obedience from me, insisted upon it without reserve.

I had not the felicity to think as they did; almost the first time my

sentiments differed from theirs. I besought them to indulge me in a

point so important to my future happiness: but, alas, in vain! And then

(for I thought it was but honest) I told you my mind; and even that

my affections were engaged. But, to my mortification and surprise, you

persisted, and still persist.

The consequence of all is too grievous for me to repeat: you, who have

such free access to the rest of the family, know it too well--too well

you know it, either for the credit of your own generosity, or for my

reputation. I am used, on your account, as I never before was used, and

never before was thought to deserve to be used; and this was the hard,

the impossible, condition of their returning favour, that I must prefer

a man to all others, that of all others I cannot prefer.

Thus distressed, and made unhappy, and all to your sake, and through

your cruel perseverance, I write, Sir, to demand of you the peace of

mind you have robbed me of: to demand of you the love of so many dear

friends, of which you have deprived me; and, if you have the generosity

that should distinguish a man, and a gentleman, to adjure you not to

continue an address that has been attended with such cruel effects to

the creature you profess to esteem.

If you really value me, as my friends would make me believe, and as you

have declared you do, must it not be a mean and selfish value? A value

that can have no merit with the unhappy object of it, because it is

attended with effects so grievous to her? It must be for your own sake

only, not for mine. And even in this point you must be mistaken: For,

would a prudent man wish to marry one who has not a heart to give? Who

cannot esteem him? Who therefore must prove a bad wife!--And how cruel

would it be to make a poor creature a bad wife, whose pride it would be

to make a good one!

If I am capable of judging, our tempers and inclinations are vastly

different. Any other of my sex will make you happier than I can. The

treatment I meet with, and the obstinacy, as it is called, with which I

support myself under it, ought to convince you of this; were I not able

to give so good a reason for this my supposed perverseness, as that I

cannot consent to marry a man whom I cannot value.

But if, Sir, you have not so much generosity in your value for me, as

to desist for my own sake, let me conjure you, by the regard due to

yourself, and to your own future happiness, to discontinue your suit,

and place your affections on a worthier object: for why should you make

me miserable, and yourself not happy? By this means you will do all that

is now in your power to restore to me the affection of my friends; and,

if that can be, it will leave me in as happy a state as you found me

in. You need only to say, that you see there are no HOPES, as you will

perhaps complaisantly call it, of succeeding with me [and indeed, Sir,

there cannot be a greater truth]; and that you will therefore no more

think of me, but turn your thoughts another way.

Your compliance with this request will lay me under the highest

obligation to your generosity, and make me ever

Your well-wisher, and humble servant, CLARISSA HARLOWE.

TO MISS CLARISSA HARLOWE These most humbly present.

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