LETTER XXIV.

_St. Jago de Cuba._

Clara and her husband are separated for ever! St. Louis is frantic, and

I am distressed beyond measure. My heart is torn with anxiety for her

fate, and I shall know no tranquillity till I hear that she is at least

content. Being acquainted with many of the circumstances which led to

this event, I pity and pardon her. As for the world, its sentence is

already pronounced, and she will be condemned by those who possess not

a thousandth part of her virtues. Her husband spares neither pains nor

expense in searching after her retreat; but, though I am absolutely

ignorant of it, I believe she is beyond his reach. His house is so

disagreeable to me, since she left it, and the wry faces made by all

our friends, seeming to involve me in the scandal occasioned by her

elopement, excite such unpleasant sensations that it will be impossible

for me to remain here. Therefore I shall leave this place immediately

with a lady who is going to establish herself in Jamaica. I have always

desired to see that island, and there I intend to stay till I have some

positive information of Clara. If she is gone to the continent I shall

follow her immediately; if she is in Cuba my friendship, my presence

will console her, and they shall not be wanting. One of my friends,

a man of intelligence and discretion, has promised to find her, if

possible, and has promised also not to betray her, for she must never

be restored to the power of her husband. Far from being an advocate for

the breach of vows so sacred as those which bound her to St. Louis, I

have always expressed with unqualified warmth, my disapprobation of the

levity of many women who had abandoned their husbands. But there are

circumstances which palliate error. Many of those which led to Clara's

elopement plead for her; but if she has sought protection with another,

if she will not accompany me, my heart renounces her, and she will no

longer have a sister.

We sail in three days. St. Louis makes no objection to my going, and

I leave Cuba without regret, for in it I have never been happy. Write

to me at Kingston. Never was the assurance of your friendship more

necessary to my heart than at this moment.

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