true: There is a perfect System of Intrigue, and
they begin so gently by Degrees, and are led on so methodically to the
last Grand Attack, and this with amorous Attacks in View, even thro' the
gravest Sentences of Morality that it is impossible to read it without
endeavouring to gratify the Passion he hath raised; let us view _Pamela_
then, divested of the Drapery in which she is enclos'd, tho' not hid,
and then her Charms will appear thus: The wise Father will never think
it proper for his Son's Closet, and the careful Mother banish that with
other Novels and Romances from her Daughter's Cabinet.

_PAMELA_ begins from the Death of her Lady, and tho' she gives the
Narrative in her own Person, yet let us take it as a Tale only, without
any Consideration had to it's being epistolary, and the loose Images
will be the more connected, and glare the stronger; which Mr. Editor,
that I may not misrepresent, I will quote in your own Words, and make
Remarks on them as they occur.

The young Gentleman coming to take Possession of his Treasure, finds
this young Virgin among it, the good old Gentlewoman, on her Death-bed,
recommends her to his Care with one Design, and he receives her with
quite another. Here's a fine Field open'd for a luscious Tale, the Game
is started, and the Author like a staunch Sportsman never once loses
Sight;----Mr. _B._ begins very tenderly: After a little Toying, Kissing,
_&c._ he makes Miss a Present of several fine Things, and here, says the
Author, I'll just give my Readers a soft Touch to see how they will
entertain amorous Reflections; _p._ 12. "I was inwardly ashamed to take
the Stockens; for Mrs. _Jervis_ was not there; If she had, it would have
been nothing. I believe I received them very awkwardly; for he smiled at
my Awkwardness, and said, _Don't blush_, Pamela: _Dost think I don't
know pretty Maids wear Shoes and Stockens?_" Yes, to be sure, and
Garters and Stomachers and Smocks,----but ola! little Miss would have
cried, that's a Pah Word, and my Mamma wont let me read such naughty
Books!

Well! the young Gentleman grows a little bolder, his Sister indeed the
good Lady _Davers_! She thinks the poor Girl is designed to be ruin'd:
And she does no more to prevent it then shake her Head and cry, _Ah
Brother!_ Now Miss is at Work in the Summer House, and let us see the
Interview, I assure you the Scene rises a little, and the _innocent
Girl_ appears mighty skillful; p. 17, 18. "I saw some Reason t