s_ will come
along with me, for she says she would like to keep a House somewhere
about _Short's-Gardens_, or towards _Queen-Street_; and if there was
convenience for a _Bannio_, she should like it the better; but that
she will settle herself when she comes to Town.----_O! How I long to
be in the Balconey at the Old House_----so no more at present from

_Your affectionate Daughter_,

SHAMELA.

LETTER II.

SHAMELA ANDREWS _to_ HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS.

_Dear Mamma_,

O what News, since I writ my last! the young Squire hath been here,
and as sure as a Gun he hath taken a Fancy to me; _Pamela_, says he,
(for so I am called here) you was a great Favourite of your late
Mistress's; yes, an't please your Honour; says I; and I believe you
deserved it, says he; thank your Honour for your good Opinion, says
I; and then he took me by the Hand, and I pretended to be shy: Laud,
says I, Sir, I hope you don't intend to be rude; no, says he, my
Dear, and then he kissed me, 'till he took away my breath----and I
pretended to be Angry, and to get away, and then he kissed me again,
and breathed very short, and looked very silly; and by Ill-Luck Mrs.
_Jervis_ came in, and had like to have spoiled Sport.----_How
troublesome is such Interruption!_ You shall hear now soon, for I
shall not come away yet, so I rest,

_Your affectionate Daughter_,

SHAMELA.

LETTER III.

HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS _to_ SHAMELA ANDREWS.

_Dear Sham_,

Your last Letter hath put me into a great hurry of Spirits, for you
have a very difficult Part to act. I hope you will remember your Slip
with Parson _Williams_, and not be guilty of any more such Folly.
Truly, a Girl who hath once known what is what, is in the highest
Degree inexcusable if she respects her _Digressions_; but a Hint of
this is sufficient. When Mrs. _Jervis_ thinks of coming to Town, I
believe I can procure her a good House, and fit for the Business; so
I am,

_Your affectionate Mother_,

HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS.

LETTER IV.

SHAMELA ANDREWS _to_ HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS.

Marry come up, good Madam, the Mother had never looked into the Oven
for her Daughter, if she had not been there herself. I shall never
have done if you upbraid me with having had a small One by _Arthur
Williams_, when you yourself--but I say no more. _O! What fine Times
when the Kettle calls the Pot._ Let me do what I will, I say my
Prayers as