one moment in sacrificing a
life which is odious to Emilia. Ah! madam, while I thus pour
forth the effusions of my grief and distraction, I look
around the apartment in which I lie, and every well-known
object that salutes my view, recalls to my remembrance that
fond, that happy day, on which the fair, the good, the
tender-hearted Sophy became my advocate, though I was a
stranger to her acquaintance, and effected a transporting
reconciliation between me and that same enchanting beauty,
that is now so implacably incensed. If she is not satisfied
with the pangs of remorse and disappointment, the transports
of madness I have undergone, let her prescribe what further
penance she thinks I ought to endure, and when I decline her
sentence, let me be the object of her eternal disdain.

I commit myself, dear madam! dear Sophy! dear partner of my
Friend! to your kind interposition. I know you will manage
my cause, as a concern on which my happiness entirely
depends; and I hope everything from your compassion and
beneficence, while I fear everything from her rigour and
barbarity. Yes! I call it barbarity, a savageness of delicacy
altogether inconsistent with the tenderness of human nature;
and may the most abject contempt be my portion, if I live
under its scourge! But I begin to rave. I conjure you by your
own humanity and sweetness of disposition, I conjure you by
your love for the man whom Heaven hath decreed your protector,
to employ your influence with that angel of wrath, in behalf
of your obliged and obedient servant. "P. PICKLE."

This epistle was immediately transmitted by Godfrey to his wife, who
perused it with marks of the most humane sympathy; and, carrying it
into her sister's chamber, "Here is something," said she, presenting the
paper, "which I must recommend to your serious attention." Emilia, who
immediately guessed the meaning of this address, absolutely refused to
look upon it, or even to hear it read, till her brother, entering her
apartment, reprimanded her sharply for her obstinacy and pride, accused
her of folly and dissimulation, and entered so warmly into the interests
of his friend, that she thought him unkind in his remonstrances, and,
bursting into a flood of tears, reproached him with partiality and
want of affection. Godfrey, who entertained the most perfect