LETTER XLVIII. From the same.--
Description of the coffin, and devices on the lid. It is placed in her
bed-chamber. His serious application to Lovelace on her great behaviour.

LETTER XLIX. From the same.--
Astonished at his levity in the Abbey-instance. The lady extremely ill.

LETTER L. Lovelace to Belford.--
All he has done to the lady a jest to die for; since her triumph has ever
been greater than her sufferings. He will make over all his possessions
and all his reversions to the doctor, if he will but prolong her life for
one twelvemonth. How, but for her calamities, could her equanimity blaze
out as it does! He would now love her with an intellectual flame. He
cannot bear to think that the last time she so triumphantly left him
should be the last. His conscience, he says, tears him. He is sick of
the remembrance of his vile plots.

LETTER LI. Belford to Lovelace.--
The lady alive, serene, and calm. The more serene for having finished,
signed, and sealed her last will; deferred till now for reasons of filial
duty.

LETTER LII. Miss Howe to Clarissa.--
Pathetically laments the illness of her own mother, and of her dear
friend. Now all her pertness to the former, she says, fly in her face.
She lays down her pen; and resumes it, to tell her, with great joy, that
her mother is better. She has had a visit form her cousin Morden. What
passed in it.