better than ever; for we now have been so long without you, that we know
the miss of you, and even hunger and thirst, as I may say, to see you,
and to take you once more to our hearts; whence indeed you was never
banished so far as our concern for the unhappy step made us think and you
believe you were. Your sister and brother both talk of seeing you in
town; so does my dear sister, your indulgent mother.

God restore your health, if it be his will; else, I know not what will
become of

Your truly loving uncle, and second papa,
JOHN HARLOWE.



LETTER XII

MR. BELFORD, TO ROBERT LOVELACE, ESQ.
FRIDAY NIGHT, SEPT. 8, PAST TEN.


I will now take up the account of our proceedings from my letter of last
night, which contained the dying words of this incomparable lady.

As soon as we had seen the last scene closed (so blessedly for herself!)
we left the body to the care of the good women, who, according to the
orders she had given them that very night, removed her into that last
house which she had displayed so much fortitude in providing.

In the morning, between seven and eight o'clock, according to