ions, which possibly
might otherwise have hurried me, in my first transport of grief, (on my
seeing no way to escape, and the hard usage I had reason to expect from
my dreadful keepers,) to throw myself in. But my weakness of body
made me move so slowly, that it gave time, as I said, for a little
reflection, a ray of grace, to dart in upon my benighted mind; and so,
when I came to the pond-side, I sat myself down on the sloping bank, and
began to ponder my wretched condition; and thus I reasoned with myself.

Pause here a little, Pamela, on what thou art about, before thou takest
the dreadful leap; and consider whether there be no way yet left, no
hope, if not to escape from this wicked house, yet from the mischiefs
threatened thee in it.

I then considered; and, after I had cast about in my mind every thing
that could make me hope, and saw no probability; a wicked woman, devoid
of all compassion! a horrid helper, just arrived, in this dreadful
Colbrand! an angry and resenting master, who now hated me, and
threatened the most afflicting evils! and that I should, in all
probability, be deprived even of the opportunity, I now had before
me, to free myself from all their persecutions!--What hast thou to do,
distressed creature, said I to myself, but throw thyself upon a merciful
God, (who knows how innocently I suffer,) to avoid the merciless
wickedness of those who are determined on my ruin?

And then, thought I, (and oh! that thought was surely of the devil's
instigation; for it was very soothing, and powerful with me,) these
wicked wretches, who now have no remorse, no pity on me, will then be
moved to lament their misdoings; and when they see the dead corpse of
the unhappy Pamela dragged out to these dewy banks, and lying breathless
at their feet, they will find that remorse to soften their obdurate
heart, which, now, has no place there!--And my master, my angry master,
will then forget his resentments, and say, O, this is the unhappy
Pamela! that I have so causelessly persecuted and destroyed! Now do
I see she preferred her honesty to her life, will he say, and is no
hypocrite, nor deceiver; but really was the innocent creature she
pretended to be! Then, thought I, will he, perhaps, shed a few tears
over the poor corpse of his persecuted servant; and though he may give
out, it was love and disappointment; and that, perhaps, (in order to
hide his own guilt,) for the unfortunate Mr. Williams, yet will he be
inwardly