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<h2> LETTER XXIII </h2>
<p>MISS HOWE, TO MISS CLARISSA HARLOWE WEDNESDAY, MAY 10.</p>
<p>I WILL write! No man shall write for me.* No woman shall hinder me from
writing. Surely I am of age to distinguish between reason and caprice. I
am not writing to a man, am I?—If I were carrying on a
correspondence with a fellow, of whom my mother disapproved, and whom it
might be improper for me to encourage, my own honour and my duty would
engage my obedience. But as the case is so widely different, not a word
more on this subject, I beseech you!</p>
<p>* Clarissa proposes Mr. Hickman to write for Miss Howe. See Letter XI. of
this volume, Paragr. 5, & ult.</p>
<p>I much approve of your resolution to leave this wretch, if you can make it
up with your uncle.</p>
<p>I hate the man—most heartily do I hate him, for his teasing ways.
The very reading of your account of them teases me almost as much as they
can you. May you have encouragement to fly the foolish wretch!</p>
<p>I have other reasons to wish you may: for I have just made an acquaintance
with one who knows a vast deal of his private history. The man is really a
villain, my dear! an execrable one! if all be true that I have heard! And
yet I am promised other particulars. I do assure you, my dear friend,
that, had he a dozen lives, he might have forfeited them all, and been
dead twenty crimes ago.</p>
<p>If ever you condescend to talk familiarly with him again, ask him after
Miss Betterton, and what became of her. And if he shuffle and prevaricate
as to her, question him about Miss Lockyer.—O my dear, the man's a
villain!</p>
<p>I will have your uncle sounded, as you desire, and that out of hand. But
yet I am afraid of the success; and this for several reasons. 'Tis hard to
say what the sacrifice of your estate would do with some people: and yet I
must not, when it comes to the test, permit you to make it.</p>
<p>As your Hannah continues ill, I would advise you to try to attach Dorcas
to your interest. Have you not been impoliticly shy of her?</p>
<p>I wish you could come at some of his letters. Surely a man of his
negligent character cannot be always guarded. If he be, and if you cannot
engage your servant, I shall suspect them both. Let him be called upon at
a short warning when he is writing, or when he has papers lying about, and
so surprise him into negligence.</p>
<p>Such inquiries, I know, are of the same nature with those we make at an
inn in traveling, when we look into every corner and closet, for fear of a
villain; yet should be frighted out of our wits, were we to find one. But
'tis better to detect such a one when awake and up, than to be attacked by
him when in bed and asleep.</p>
<p>I am glad you have your clothes. But no money! No books but a Spira, a
Drexelius, and a Practice of Piety! Those who sent the latter ought to
have kept it for themselves—But I must hurry myself from this
subject.</p>
<p>You have exceedingly alarmed me by what you hint of his attempt to get one
of my letters. I am assured by my new informant, that he is the head of a
gang of wretched (those he brought you among, no doubt, were some of them)
who join together to betray innocent creatures, and to support one another
afterwards by violence; and were he to come at the knowledge of the
freedoms I take with him, I should be afraid to stir out without a guard.</p>
<p>I am sorry to tell you, that I have reason to think, that your brother has
not laid aside his foolish plot. A sunburnt, sailor-looking fellow was
with me just now, pretending great service to you from Captain Singleton,
could he be admitted to your speech. I pleaded ignorance as to the place
of your abode. The fellow was too well instructed for me to get any thing
out of him.</p>
<p>I wept for two hours incessantly on reading your's, which enclosed that
from your cousin Morden.* My dearest creature, do not desert yourself. Let
your Anna Howe obey the call of that friendship which has united us as one
soul, and endeavour to give you consolation.</p>
<p>* See Letter XIX. of this volume.</p>
<p>I wonder not at the melancholy reflections you so often cast upon yourself
in your letters, for the step you have been forced upon on one hand, and
tricked into on the other. A strange fatality! As if it were designed to
show the vanity of all human prudence. I wish, my dear, as you hint, that
both you and I have not too much prided ourselves in a perhaps too
conscious superiority over others. But I will stop—how apt are weak
minds to look out for judgments in any extraordinary event! 'Tis so far
right, that it is better, and safer, and juster, to arraign ourselves, or
our dearest friends, than Providence; which must always have wise ends to
answer its dispensations.</p>
<p>But do not talk, as if one of your former, of being a warning only*—you
will be as excellent an example as ever you hoped to be, as well as a
warning: and that will make your story, to all that shall come to know it,
of double efficacy: for were it that such a merit as yours could not
ensure to herself noble and generous usage from a libertine heart, who
will expect any tolerable behaviour from men of his character?</p>
<p>* See Vol. III. Letter XXVIII.</p>
<p>If you think yourself inexcusable for taking a step that put you into the
way of delusion, without any intention to go off with him, what must those
giddy creatures think of themselves, who, without half your provocations
and inducements, and without any regard to decorum, leap walls, drop from
windows, and steal away from their parents' house, to the seducer's bed,
in the same day?</p>
<p>Again, if you are so ready to accuse yourself for dispensing with the
prohibitions of the most unreasonable parents, which yet were but half-
prohibitions at first, what ought those to do, who wilfully shut their
ears to the advice of the most reasonable; and that perhaps, where
apparent ruin, or undoubted inconvenience, is the consequence of the
predetermined rashness?</p>
<p>And lastly, to all who will know your story, you will be an excellent
example of watchfulness, and of that caution and reserve by which a
prudent person, who has been supposed to be a little misled, endeavours to
mend her error; and, never once losing sight of her duty, does all in her
power to recover the path she has been rather driven out of than chosen to
swerve from.</p>
<p>Come, come, my dearest friend, consider but these things; and steadily,
without desponding, pursue your earnest purposes to amend what you think
has been amiss; and it may not be a misfortune in the end that you have
erred; especially as so little of your will was in your error.</p>
<p>And indeed I must say that I use the words misled, and error, and such-
like, only in compliment to your own too-ready self-accusations, and to
the opinion of one to whom I owe duty: for I think in my conscience, that
every part of your conduct is defensible: and that those only are blamable
who have no other way to clear themselves but by condemning you.</p>
<p>I expect, however, that such melancholy reflections as drop from your pen
but too often will mingle with all your future pleasures, were you to
marry Lovelace, and were he to make the best of husbands.</p>
<p>You was immensely happy, above the happiness of a mortal creature, before
you knew him: every body almost worshipped you: envy itself, which has of
late reared up its venomous head against you, was awed, by your superior
worthiness, into silence and admiration. You was the soul of every company
where you visited. Your elders have I seen declining to offer their
opinions upon a subject till you had delivered yours; often, to save
themselves the mortification of retracting theirs, when they heard yours.
Yet, in all this, your sweetness of manners, your humility and affability,
caused the subscription every one made to your sentiments, and to your
superiority, to be equally unfeigned, and unhesitating; for they saw that
their applause, and the preference they gave you to themselves, subjected
not themselves to insults, nor exalted you into any visible triumph over
them; for you had always something to say on every point you carried that
raised the yielding heart, and left every one pleased and satisfied with
themselves, though they carried not off the palm.</p>
<p>Your works were showed or referred to wherever fine works were talked of.
Nobody had any but an inferior and second-hand praise for diligence, for
economy, for reading, for writing, for memory, for facility in learning
every thing laudable, and even for the more envied graces of person and
dress, and an all-surpassing elegance in both, where you were known, and
those subjects talked of.</p>
<p>The poor blessed you every step you trod: the rich thought you their
honour, and took a pride that they were not obliged to descend from their
own class for an example that did credit to it.</p>
<p>Though all men wished for you, and sought you, young as you were; yet, had
not those who were brought to address you been encouraged out of sordid
and spiteful views, not one of them would have dared to lift up his eyes
to you.</p>
<p>Thus happy in all about you, thus making happy all within your circle,
could you think that nothing would happen to you, to convince you that you
were not to be exempted from the common lot?—To convince you, that
you were not absolutely perfect; and that you must not expect to pass
through life without trial, temptation, and misfortune?</p>
<p>Indeed, it must be owned that no trial, no temptation, worthy of your
virtue, and of your prudence, could well have attacked you sooner, because
of your tender years, and more effectually, than those heavy ones under
which you struggle; since it must be allowed, that you equanimity and
foresight made you superior to common accidents; for are not most of the
troubles that fall to the lot of common mortals brought upon themselves
either by their too large desires, or too little deserts?— Cases,
both, from which you stood exempt.—It was therefore to be some man,
or some worse spirit in the shape of one, that, formed on purpose, was to
be sent to invade you; while as many other such spirits as there are
persons in your family were permitted to take possession, severally, in
one dark hour, of the heart of every one of it, there to sit perching,
perhaps, and directing every motion to the motions of the seducer without,
in order to irritate, to provoke, to push you forward to meet him.</p>
<p>Upon the whole, there seems, as I have often said, to have been a kind of
fate in your error, if it were an error; and this perhaps admitted for the
sake of a better example to be collected from your SUFFERINGS, than could
have been given, had you never erred: for my dear, the time of ADVERSITY
is your SHINING-TIME. I see it evidently, that adversity must call forth
graces and beauties which could not have been brought to light in a run of
that prosperous fortune which attended you from your cradle till now;
admirably as you became, and, as we all thought, greatly as you deserved
that prosperity.</p>
<p>All the matter is, the trial must be grievous to you. It is to me: it is
to all who love you, and looked upon you as one set aloft to be admired
and imitated, and not as a mark, as you have lately found, for envy to
shoot its shafts at.</p>
<p>Let what I have written above have its due weight with you, my dear; and
then, as warm imaginations are not without a mixture of enthusiasm, your
Anna Howe, who, on reperusal of it, imagines it to be in a style superior
to her usual style, will be ready to flatter herself that she has been in
a manner inspired with the hints that have comforted and raised the
dejected heart of her suffering friend; who, from such hard trials, in a
bloom so tender, may find at times her spirits sunk too low to enable her
to pervade the surrounding darkness, which conceals from her the hopeful
dawning of the better day which awaits her.</p>
<p>I will add no more at present, than that I am Your ever faithful and
affectionate ANNA HOWE.</p>
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