LETTER LI

MR. LOVELACE, TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ.

MAY 24.

The devil take this uncle of mine! He has at last sent me a letter which

I cannot show, without exposing the head of our family for a fool. A

confounded parcel of pop-guns has he let off upon me. I was in hopes he

had exhausted his whole stock of this sort in his letter to you.--To keep

it back, to delay sending it, till he had recollected all this farrago of

nonsense--confound his wisdom of nations, if so much of it is to be

scraped together, in disgrace of itself, to make one egregious simpleton!

--But I am glad I am fortified with this piece of flagrant folly,

however; since, in all human affairs, the convenient are so mingled, that

there is no having the one without the other.

I have already offered the bill enclosed in it to my beloved; and read to

her part of the letter. But she refused the bill: and, as I am in cash

myself, I shall return it. She seemed very desirous to peruse the whole

letter. And when I told her, that, were it not for exposing the writer,

I would oblige her, she said, it would not be exposing his Lordship to

show it to her; and that she always preferred the heart to the head. I

knew her meaning; but did not thank her for it.

All that makes for me in it I will transcribe for her--yet, hang it, she

shall have the letter, and my soul with it, for one consenting kiss.

***

She has got the letter from me without the reward. Deuce take me, if I

had the courage to propose the condition. A new character this of

bashfulness in thy friend. I see, that a truly modest woman may make

even a confident man keep his distance. By my soul, Belford, I believe,

that nine women in ten, who fall, fall either from their own vanity or

levity, or for want of circumspection and proper reserves.

***

I did intend to take my reward on her returning a letter so favourable

to us both. But she sent it to me, sealed up, by Dorcas. I might have

thought that there were two or three hints in it, that she would be too

nice immediately to appear to. I send it to thee; and here will stop,

to give thee time to read it. Return it as soon as thou hast perused it.

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