Think of this! my dear Lovelace! be honest: and let me present thee with
the brightest jewel that man ever possessed; and then, body and soul,
wilt thou bind to thee for ever thy

BELFORD.

LETTER XIV

MR. LOVELACE, TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ.
THURSDAY, JUNE 15.

Let me alone, you great dog, you!--let me alone!--have I heard a lesser
boy, his coward arms held over his head and face, say to a bigger, who
was pommeling him, for having run away with his apple, his orange, or his
ginger-bread.

So say I to thee, on occasion of thy severity to thy poor friend, who, as
thou ownest, has furnished thee (ungenerous as thou art!) with the
weapons thou brandishest so fearfully against him.--And to what purpose,
when the mischief is done? when, of consequence, the affair is
irretrievable? and when a CLARISSA could not move me?

Well, but, after all, I must own, that there is something very singular
in this lady's case: and, at times, I cannot help regretting that ever I
attempted her; since not one power either of body or soul could be moved
in my favour; and since, to use the expression of the philosopher, on a
much graver occasion, there is no difference to be found between the
skull of King Philip and that of another man.

But people's extravagant notions of things alter not facts, Belford: and,
when all's done, Miss Clarissa Harlowe has but run the fate of a thousand
others of her sex--only that they did not set such a romantic value upon
what they call their honour; that's all.

And yet I will allow thee this--that if a person sets a high value upon
any thing, be it ever such a trifle in itself, or in the eye of others,
the robbing of that person of it is not a trifle to him. Take the matter
in this light, I own I have done wrong, great wrong, to this admirable
creature.

But have I not known twenty and twenty of the sex, who have seemed to
carry their notions of virtue high; yet, when brought to the test, have
abated of their severity? And how should we be convinced that any of
them are proof till they are tried?

A thousand times have I said, that I never yet met with such a woman as
this. If I had, I hardly ever should have attempted Miss Clarissa
Harlowe. Hitherto she is all angel: and was not that the point which at
setting out I proposed to try?* And was not cohabitation ever my darling
view? And am I not now, at last, in the high road to it?--It is true,
that I have nothing to boast of as to her wi