rlotte must come;) and then substituting him for her uncle's proxy,
take shame to myself, and marry.

But if I should, Jack, (with the strongest antipathy to the state that
ever man had,) what a figure shall I make in rakish annals? And can I
have taken all this pains for nothing? Or for a wife only, that, however
excellent, [and any woman, do I think I could make good, because I could
make any woman fear as well as love me,] might have been obtained without
the plague I have been at, and much more reputably than with it? And
hast thou not seen, that this haughty woman [forgive me that I call her
haughty! and a woman! Yet is she not haughty?] knows not how to forgive
with graciousness? Indeed has not at all forgiven me? But holds my soul
in a suspense which has been so grievous to her own.

At this silent moment, I think, that if I were to pursue my former
scheme, and resolve to try whether I cannot make a greater fault serve as
a sponge to wipe out the less; and then be forgiven for that; I can
justify myself to myself; and that, as the fair invincible would say, is
all in all.

As it is my intention, in all my reflections, to avoid repeating, at
least dwelling upon, what I have before written to thee, though the state
of the case may not have varied; so I would have thee to re-consider the
old reasonings (particularly those contained in my answer to thy last*
expostulatory nonsense); and add the new as they fall from my pen; and
then I shall think myself invincible;--at least, as arguing rake to rake.

* See Vol. V. Letter XIV.

I take the gaining of this lady to be essential to my happiness: and is
it not natural for all men to aim at obtaining whatever they think will
make them happy, be the object more or less considerable in the eyes of
others?

As to the manner of endeavouring to obtain her, by falsification of
oaths, vows, and the like--do not the poets of two thousand years and
upwards tell us, that Jupiter laughs at the perjuries of lovers? And let
me add, to what I have heretofore mentioned on that head, a question or
two.

Do not the mothers, the aunts, the grandmothers, the governesses of the
pretty innocents, always, from their very cradles to riper years, preach
to them the deceitfulness of men?--That they are not to regard their
oaths, vows, promises?--What a parcel of fibbers would all these reverend
matrons be, if there were not now and then a pretty credulous rogue taken
in for a j