refresh. At my time of life, with such a constitution as I am blessed
with, that's all that's wanted.

Good night to me!--It cannot be broad day till I am
awake.--Aw-w-w-whaugh--pox of this yawning!

Is not thy uncle dead yet?

What's come to mine, that he writes not to my last?--Hunting after more
wisdom of nations, I suppose!--Yaw-yaw-yawning again!--Pen, begone!



LETTER VII

MR. LOVELACE, TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ.
MONDAY, MAY 29.


Now have I established myself for ever in my charmer's heart.

The Captain came at seven, as promised, and ready equipped for his
journey. My beloved chose not to give us her company till our first
conversation was over--ashamed, I suppose, to be present at that part of
it which was to restore her to her virgin state by my confession, after
her wifehood had been reported to her uncle. But she took her cue,
nevertheless, and listened to all that passed.

The modestest women, Jack, must think, and think deeply sometimes. I
wonder whether they ever blush at those things by themselves, at which