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<h2> LETTER XXXIX </h2>
<h3> MR. LOVELACE, TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ. </h3>
<p>I am preparing to leave this kingdom. Mowbray and Tourville promise to
give me their company in a month or two.</p>
<p>I'll give thee my route.</p>
<p>I shall first to Paris; and, for some amusement and diversion sake, try to
renew some of my old friendships: thence to some of the German courts:
thence, perhaps, to Vienna: thence descend through Bavaria and the Tyrol
to Venice, where I shall keep the carnival: thence to Florence and Turin:
thence again over Mount Cenis to France: and, when I return again to
Paris, shall expect to see my friend Belford, who, by that time, I doubt
not, will be all crusted and bearded over with penitence, self-denial, and
mortification; a very anchoret, only an itinerant one, journeying over in
hope to cover a multitude of his own sins, by proselyting his old
companions.</p>
<p>But let me tell thee, Jack, if stock rises on, as it has done since I
wrote my last letter, I am afraid thou wilt find a difficult task in
succeeding, should such be thy purpose.</p>
<p>Nor, I verily think, can thy own penitence and reformation hold. Strong
habits are not so easily rooted out. Old Satan has had too much benefit
from thy faithful services, for a series of years, to let thee so easily
get out of his clutches. He knows what will do with thee. A fine strapping
Bona Roba, in the Charters-taste, but well-limbed, clear-complexioned, and
Turkish-eyed; thou the first man with her, or made to believe so, which is
the same thing; how will thy frosty face be illuminated by it! A
composition will be made between thee and the grand tempter: thou wilt
promise to do him suit and service till old age and inability come. And
then will he, in all probability, be sure of thee for ever. For, wert thou
to outlive thy present reigning appetites, he will trump up some other
darling sin, or make a now secondary one darling, in order to keep thee
firmly attached to his infernal interests. Thou wilt continue resolving to
amend, but never amending, till, grown old before thou art aware, (a dozen
years after thou art old with every body else,) thy for-time-built
tenement having lasted its allotted period, he claps down upon thy
grizzled head the universal trap-door: and then all will be over with thee
in his own way.</p>
<p>Thou wilt think these hints uncharacteristic from me. But yet I cannot
help warning thee of the danger thou art actually in; which is the
greater, as thou seemst not to know it. A few words more, therefore, on
this subject.</p>
<p>Thou hast made good resolutions. If thou keepest them not, thou wilt never
be able to keep any. But, nevertheless, the devil and thy time of life are
against thee: and six to one thou failest. Were it only that thou hast
resolved, six to one thou failest. And if thou dost, thou wilt become the
scoff of men, and the triumph of devils.—Then how will I laugh at
thee! For this warning is not from principle. Perhaps I wish it were: but
I never lied to man, and hardly ever said truth to woman. The first is what
all free-livers cannot say: the second what every one can.</p>
<p>I am mad again, by Jupiter!—But, thank my stars, not gloomily so!—
Farewell, farewell, farewell, for the third or fourth time, concludes</p>
<p>Thy LOVELACE.</p>
<p>I believe Charlotte and you are in private league together. Letters, I<br/>
find, have passed between her and you, and Lord M. I have been<br/>
kept strangely in the dark of late; but will soon break upon you<br/>
all, as the sun upon a midnight thief.<br/></p>
<p>Remember that you never sent me the copy of my beloved's will.</p>
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