so much body, as to require such a vulgar renovation.

But why, as in the chariot, as in the inn, at alighting, all heart-
bursting grief, my dearest creature? SO persecuted as thou wert
persecuted!--So much in danger of the most abhorred compulsion!--Yet
grief so unsuspectedly sincere for an escape so critical!--Take care,
take care, O beloved of my soul! for jealous is the heart in which love
has erected a temple to thee.

Yet, it must be allowed, that such a sudden transition must affect her;
must ice her over. When a little more used to her new situation; when
her hurries are at an end; when she sees how religiously I shall observe
all her INJUNCTIONS; she will undoubtedly have the gratitude to
distinguish between the confinement she has escaped from, and the liberty
she has reason to rejoice in.

She comes! She comes! And the sun is just rising to attend her! Adieu!
Be half as happy as I am (for all diffidencies, like night-fogs before
the sun, disperse at her approach) and, next myself, thou wilt be the
happiest man in the world.



LETTER VI

MISS CLARISSA HARLOWE, TO MISS HOWE
WEDNESDAY, APRIL 12.


I will pursue my melancholy story.