LETTER XXXIX

MR. LOVELACE, TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ.

SATURDAY, MAY 20.

I am pleased with the sober reflection with which thou concludest thy

last; and I thank thee for it. Poor Belton!--I did not think his

Thomasine would have proved so very a devil. But this must everlastingly

be the risk of a keeper, who takes up with a low-bred girl. This I never

did. Nor had I occasion to do it. Such a one as I, Jack, needed only,

till now, to shake the stateliest tree, and the mellowed fruit dropt into

my mouth:--always of Montaigne's taste thou knowest:--thought it a glory

to subdue a girl of family.--More truly delightful to me the seduction-

progress than the crowned act: for that's a vapour, a bubble! and most

cordially do I thank thee for thy indirect hint, that I am right in my

pursuit.

From such a woman as Miss Harlowe, a man is secured from all the

inconveniencies thou expatiatest upon.

Once more, therefore, do I thank thee, Belford, for thy approbation!--A

man need not, as thou sayest, sneak into holes and corners, and shun the

day, in the company of such a woman as this. How friendly in thee, thus

to abet the favourite purpose of my heart!--nor can it be a disgrace to

me, to permit such a lady to be called by my name!--nor shall I be at all

concerned about the world's censure, if I live to the years of

discretion, which thou mentionest, should I be taken in, and prevailed

upon to tread with her the good old path of my ancestors.

A blessing on thy heart, thou honest fellow! I thought thou wert in

jest, and but acquitting thyself of an engagement to Lord M. when thou

wert pleading for matrimony in behalf of this lady!--It could not be

principle, I knew, in thee: it could not be compassion--a little envy

indeed I suspected!--But now I see thee once more thyself: and once more,

say I, a blessing on thy heart, thou true friend, and very honest fellow!

Now will I proceed with courage in all my schemes, and oblige thee with

the continued narrative of my progressions towards bringing them to

effect!--but I could not forbear to interrupt my story, to show my

gratitude.

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