cruel keepers, and consigned to a more wretched
confinement, and worse usage than I had hitherto experienced; and there
behind a pile of firewood I crept, and lay down, as you may imagine,
with a mind just broken, and a heart sensible to nothing but the
extremest woe and dejection.

This, my dear father and mother, is the issue of your poor Pamela's
fruitless enterprise; and who knows, if I had got out at the back-door,
whether I had been at all in a better case, moneyless, friendless, as I
am, and in a strange place!--But blame not your poor daughter too much:
Nay, if ever you see this miserable scribble, all bathed and blotted
with my tears, let your pity get the better of your reprehension! But
I know it will--And I must leave off for the present.--For, oh!
my strength and my will are at this time very far unequal to one
another.--But yet I will add, that though I should have praised God
for my deliverance, had I been freed from my wicked keepers, and my
designing master; yet I have more abundant reason to praise him, that I
have been delivered from a worse enemy,--myself!

I will conclude my sad relation.

It seems Mrs. Jewkes awaked not till day-break; and not finding me in
bed, she called me; and, no answer being returned, she relates, that she
got out of bed, and ran to my closet; and, missing me, searched under
the bed, and in another closet, finding the chamber-door as she had left
it, quite fast, and the key, as usual, about her wrist. For if I could
have got out of the chamber-door, there were two or three passages,
and doors to them all, double-locked and barred, to go through into
the great garden; so that, to escape, there was no way, but out of the
window; and of that window, because of the summer-parlour under it: for
the other windows are a great way from the ground.

She says she was excessively frightened; and instantly raised the Swiss,
and the two maids, who lay not far off; and finding every door fast, she
said, I must be carried away, as St. Peter was out of prison, by some
angel. It is a wonder she had not a worse thought!

She says, she wept, and wrung her hands, and took on sadly, running
about like a mad woman, little thinking I could have got out of the
closet window, between the iron bars; and, indeed, I don't know whether
I could do so again. But at last finding that casement open, they
concluded it must be so; and ran out into the garden, and found my
footsteps in the mould of th