ience to read this paper: and when Colbrand and she
returned, I went in. Said she, Certainly there is some reason for my
master's caution: I can make nothing of this sauntering fellow; but,
to be sure, there was some roguery in the gipsy. Well, said I, if there
was, she lost her aim, you see! Ay, very true, said she; but that was
owing to my watchfulness; and you was very good to go away, when I spoke
to you.

I hastened up stairs to my closet, and found the billet to contain, in a
hand that seemed disguised, and bad spelling, the following words:

'Twenty contrivances have been thought of to let you know your danger:
but all have proved in vain. Your friends hope it is not yet too late
to give you this caution, if it reaches your hands. The 'squire is
absolutely determined to ruin you; and, because he despairs of any other
way, he will pretend great love and kindness to you, and that he will
marry you. You may expect a parson, for this purpose, in a few days; but
it is a sly artful fellow, of a broken attorney, that he has hired to
personate a minister. The man has a broad face, pitted much with the
small-pox, and is a very great companion. So take care of yourself.
Doubt not this advice. Perhaps you'll have had but too much reason
already to confirm you in the truth of it. From your zealous
well-wisher, 'SOMEBODY.'

Now, my dear father and mother, what shall we say of this truly
diabolical master! O, how shall I find words to paint my griefs, and his
deceit! I have as good as confessed I love him; but, indeed, it was on
supposing him good.--This, however, has given him too much advantage.
But now I will break this wicked forward heart of mine, if it will not
be taught to hate him! O, what a black dismal heart must he have! So
here is a plot to ruin me, and by my own consent to!--No wonder he did
not improve his wicked opportunities, (which I thought owing to remorse
for his sin, and compassion for me,) when he had such a project as
this in reserve!--Here should I have been deluded with the hopes of a
happiness that my highest ambition could have had aspired to!--But
how dreadful must have been my lot, when I had found myself an undone
creature, and a guilty harlot, instead of a lawful wife! Oh! this is
indeed too much, too much, for your poor Pamela to support! This is the
worse, as I hoped all the worst was over; and that I had the pleasure of
beholding a reclaimed man, and not an abandoned libertine. What now