is. I have
a reason for it. Besides, my mother, notwithstanding this particular
indulgence, is very positive. They have prevailed upon her, I know, to
give her word to this purpose--Spiteful, poor wretches! How I hate in
particular your foolish uncle Antony.

I would not have your thought dwell on the contents of your sister's
shocking letter; but pursue other subjects--the subjects before you.
And let me know your progress with Lovelace, and what he says to this
diabolical curse. So far you may enter into this hateful subject. I
expect that this will aptly introduce the grant topic between you,
without needing a mediator.

Come, my dear, when things are at worst they will mend. Good often comes
when evil is expected.--But if you despond, there can be no hopes of
cure. Don't let them break your heart; for that is plain to me, is now
what some people have in view for you to do.

How poor to withhold from you your books, your jewels, and your money!
As money is all you can at present want, since they will vouchsafe
to send your clothes, I send fifty guineas by the bearer, enclosed in
single papers in my Norris's Miscellanies. I charge you, as you love me,
return them not.

I have more at your service. So, if you like not your lodgings or his
behaviour when you get to town, leave both them and him out of hand.

I would advise you to write to Mr. Morden without delay. If he intends
for England, it may hasten him. And you will do very well till he can
come. But, surely Lovelace will be infatuated, if he secure not his
happiness by your consent, before that of Mr. Morden's is made needful
on his arrival.

Once more, my dear, let me beg of you to be comforted. Manage with
your usual prudence the stake before you, and all will still be happy.
Suppose yourself to be me, and me to be you, [you may--for your distress
is mine,] and then you will add full day to these but glimmering lights
which are held out to you by

Your ever affectionate and faithful ANNA HOWE.

I hurry this away by Robert. I will inquire into the truth of your
aunt's pretences about the change of measures which she says they
intended in case you had not gone away.

LETTER LVII

MISS CLARISSA HARLOWE, TO MISS HOWE WEDNESDAY MORNING, APRIL 26.

Your letter, my beloved Miss Howe, gives me great comfort. How sweetly
do I experience the truth of the wise man's observation, That a faithful
friend is the medicine of life!

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