be sure of my Settlement at
last. Which is all, from

_Your dutiful Daughter_,

SHAMELA.

_P. S._ Just as I was going to send this away a Letter is come from
my Master, desiring me to return, with a large Number of Promises.--I
have him now as sure as a Gun, as you will perceive by the Letter
itself, which I have inclosed to you.

This Letter is unhappily lost, as well as the next which _Shamela_
wrote, and which contained an Account of all the Proceedings previous
to her Marriage. The only remaining one which I could preserve, seems
to have been written about a Week after the Ceremony was perform'd,
and is as follows:

SHAMELA BOOBY _to_ HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS.

_Madam_,

In my last I left off at our sitting down to Supper on our Wedding
Night,[1] where I behaved with as much Bashfulness as the purest
Virgin in the World could have done. The most difficult Task for me
was to blush; however, by holding my Breath, and Squeezing my Cheeks
with my Handkerchief, I did pretty well. My Husband was extreamly
eager and impatient to have Supper removed, after which he gave me
leave to retire into my Closet for a Quarter of an Hour, which was
very agreeable to me; for I employed that time in writing to Mr.
_Williams_, who, as I informed you in my last, is released, and
presented to the Living, upon the Death of the last Parson. Well, at
last I went to Bed, and my Husband soon leap'd in after me; where, I
shall only assure you, I acted my Part in such a manner, that no
Bridegroom was ever better Satisfied with his Bride's Virginity. And
to confess the Truth, I might have been well enough Satisfied too, if
I had never been acquainted with Parson _Williams_.

_O what regard Men who marry Widows should have to the Qualifications
of their former Husbands._

We did not rise the next Morning till eleven, and then we sat down to
Breakfast; I eat two Slices of Bread and Butter, and drank three
Dishes of Tea, with a good deal of Sugar, and we both look'd very
silly. After Breakfast we drest our selves, he in a blue Camblet
Coat, very richly lac'd, and Breeches of the same; with a Paduafoy
Waistcoat, laced with Silver; and I, in one of my Mistress's Gowns. I
will have finer when I come to Town. We then took a Walk in the
Garden, and he kissed me several times, and made me a Present of 100
Guineas, which I gave away before Night to the Servants, twenty to
one, and ten to another, and so on.

We eat a very hear