LETTER XXXI.
Mr. Lovelace, To John Belford, Esq;
Monday, March 13.
In vain dost thou (a) [Footnote a: 1Kb]and thy compeers press me to go to town, while I am in such an uncertainty as I am in at present with this proud Beauty. All
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the ground I have hitherto gained with her, is entirely owing to her concern for the safety of people whom I have reason to hate.
Write then, thou biddest me, if I will not come. That, indeed, I can do; and as well without a subject, as with one. And what follows shall be a proof of it.
The Lady's malevolent Brother has now, as I told thee at M. Hall, introduced another man; the most unpromising in his person and qualities, the most formidable in his offers, that has yet appeared.
This man has by his proposals captivated every soul of the Harlowes---Soul! did I say---There is not a soul among them but my Charmer's: And she, withstanding them All, is actually confined, and otherwise maltreated by a Father the most gloomy and positive; at the instigation of a Brother the most arrogant and selfish---But thou knowest their characters; and I will not therefore sully my Paper with them.
But is it not a confounded thing to be in Love with one, who is the Daughter, the Sister, the Niece, of a family I must eternally despise? And, the devil of it, That Love increasing, with her---What shall I call it?---'Tis not scorn:---'Tis not pride:---'Tis not the insolence of an adored Beauty:---But 'tis to Virtue, it seems, that my difficulties are owing; and I pay for not being a sly sinner, an hypocrite; for being regardless of my reputation; for permitting slander to open its mouth against me. But is it necessary for such a one as I, who have been used to carry all before me, upon my own terms---I, who never inspired a Fear, that had not a discernibly-predominant mixture of Love in it; to be an hypocrite?---Well says the poet:
He who seems virtuous does but act a part;
And shews not his own Nature, but his Art.
Well, but it seems I must practise for This Art,
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if I would succeed with this truly admirable creature! But why practise for it?---Cannot I indeed reform?---I have but one vice;---Have I, Jack?---Thou knowest my heart, if any man living does. As far as I know it myself, thou knowest it. But 'tis a cursed deceiver; for it has many and many a time imposed upon its master---Master, did I say? That am I not now; nor have I been from the moment I beheld this angel of a woman. Prepared indeed as I was by her character before I saw her: For what a mind must that be, which tho' not virtuous itself, admires not virtue in another?---My visit to Arabella, owing to a mistake of the Sisters, into which, as thou hast heard me say, I was led by the blundering Uncle; who was to introduce me (but lately come from abroad) to the Divinity, as I thought; but, instead of her, carried me to a mere mortal. And much difficulty had I, so fond and so forward my Lady! to get off without forfeiting All with a family that I intended should give me a Goddess.
I have boasted, that I was once in Love before:---And indeed I thought I was. It was in my early manhood---with that Quality-jilt, whose infidelity I have vowed to revenge upon as many of the Sex as shall come into my power. I believe, in different climes, I have already sacrificed an Hecatomb to my Nemesis, in pursuance of this vow. But upon recollecting what I was then, and comparing it with what I find in myself now, I cannot say that I was ever in Love before.
What was it then, dost thou ask me, since the disappointment had such effects upon me, when I found myself jilted, that I was hardly kept in my senses?---Why, I'll tell thee what, as near as I can remember; for it was a great while ago:---It was---Egad, Jack, I can hardly tell what it was---But a vehement aspiration after a novelty, I think---Those confounded Poets, with their terrenely-celestial descriptions, did as
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much with me as the Lady: They fired my imagination, and set me upon a desire to become a goddess-maker. I must needs try my new-fledged pinions in Sonnet, Elogy, and Madrigal. I must have a Cynthia, a Stella, a Sacharissa, as well as the best of them: Darts, and flames, and the devil knows what, must I give to my Cupid. I must create Beauty, and place it where nobody else could find it: And many a time have I been at a loss for a subject, when my new-created goddess has been kinder than it was proper for my plaintive Sonnet that she should be.
Then I had a Vanity of another sort in my passion: I found myself well-received among the women in general; and I thought it a pretty lady-like tyranny [I was then very young, and very vain!] to single out some one of the Sex, to make half a score jealous. And I can tell thee, it had its effect: For many an eye have I made to sparkle with rival indignation: Many a cheek glow; and even many a fan have I caused to be snapped at a Sister-beauty; accompanied with a reflection perhaps at being seen alone with a wild young fellow who could not be in private with both at once.
In short, Jack, it was more Pride than Love, as I now find it, that put me upon making such a confounded rout about losing this noble varletess. I thought she loved me at least as well as I believed I loved her: Nay, I had the vanity to suppose she could not help it. My friends were pleased with my choice. They wanted me to be shackled: For early did they doubt my morals, as to the Sex. They saw, that the danceing, the singing, the musical Ladies were all fond of my company: For who [I am in a humour to be vain, I think!---for who] danced, who sung, who touched the string, whatever the instrument, with a better grace than thy friend?
I have no notion of playing the hypocrite so egregiously, as to pretend to be blind to qualifications
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which every one sees and acknowleges. Such praise-begging hypocrisy! Such affectedly disclaimed attributes! Such contemptible praise-traps---But yet, shall my vanity extend only to personals, such as the gracefulness of dress, my debonnaire, and my assureance---Self-taught, self-acquired, these!---For my Parts, I value not myself upon them. Thou wilt say, I have no cause.---Perhaps not: But if I had anything valuable as to intellectuals, those are not my own; and to be proud of what a man is answerable for the abuse of, and has no merit in the right use of, is to strut, like the jay, in a borrowed plumage.
But to return to my fair jilt---I could not bear, that a woman, who was the first that had bound me in silken fetters [they were not iron ones, like those I now wear] should prefer a coronet to me: And when the bird was flown, I set more value upon it, than when I had it safe in my cage, and could visit it when I pleased.
But now am I indeed in Love. I can think of nothing, of nobody, but the divine Clarissa Harlowe.---Harlowe!---How that hated word sticks in my throat---But I shall give her for it the name of Love (a) [Footnote a: 1Kb].
CLARISSA! O there's music in the name,
That, soft'ning me to infant tenderness,
Makes my heart spring like the first leaps of life!
But couldst thou have believed that I, who think it possible for me to favour as much as I can be favoured; that I, who for this charming creature think of foregoing the life of honour for the life of shackles; could adopt those over-tender lines of Otway?
I check myself, and leaving the three first Lines of the following of Dryden to the family of the whiners, find the workings of the passion in my stormy soul better expressed by the three last:
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Love various minds does variously inspire:
He stirs in gentle natures gentle fire;
Like that of incense on the altar laid.
But raging flames tempestuous souls invade:
A fire, which ev'ry windy passion blows;
With Pride it mounts, and with Revenge it glows.
And with REVENGE it shall glow!---For, dost thou think, that if it were not from the hope, that this stupid family are all combined to do my work for me, I would bear their insults?---Is it possible to imagine, that I would be braved as I am braved, threatened as I am threatened, by those who are afraid to see me; and by this brutal Brother too, to whom I gave a life [A life, indeed, not worth my taking!]; had I not a greater pride in knowing, that by means of his very Spy upon me, I am playing him off as I please; cooling or inflaming his violent passions as may best suit my purposes; permitting so much to be revealed of my life and actions, and intentions, as may give him such a confidence in his double-faced agent, as shall enable me to dance his employer upon my own wires?
This it is that makes my Pride mount above my Resentment. By this engine, whose springs I am continually oiling, I play them all off. The busy old tarpaulin Uncle I make but my embassador to Queen Annabella Howe, to engage her (for example-sake to her Princessly daughter) to join in their cause, and to assert an authority they are resolved, right or wrong, (or I could do nothing) to maintain.
And what my motive, dost thou ask? No less than this, That my Beloved shall find no protection out of my family; for, if I know hers, fly she must, or have the man she hates. This, therefore, if I take my measures right, and my Familiar fail me not, will secure her mine, in spite of them all; in spite of her own inflexible heart: Mine, without condition;
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without reformation-promises; without the necessity of a siege of years, perhaps; and to be even then, after wearing the guise of a merit-doubting hypocrisy, at an uncertainty, upon a probation unapproved of---Then shall I have all the rascals and rascalesses of the family come creeping to me: I prescribing to them; and bringing that sordidly-imperious Brother to kneel at the footstool of my throne.
All my fear arises from the little hold I have in the heart of this charming Frost-piece: Such a constant glow upon her lovely features: Eyes so sparkling: Limbs so divinely turned: Health so florid: Youth so blooming: Air so animated---To have an heart so impenetrable: And I, the hitherto successful Lovelace, the addresser---How can it be? Yet there are people, and I have talked with some of them, who remember that she was born. Her nurse Norton boasts of her maternal offices in her earliest infancy; and in her education gradatim. So that there is full proof, that she came not from above all at once an angel! How then can she be so impenetrable?
But here's her mistake; nor will she be cured of it---She takes the man she calls her Father [Her Mother had been faultless, had she not been her Father's Wife]; she takes the men she calls her Uncles; the fellow she calls her Brother; and the poor contemptible she calls her Sister; to be her Father, to be her Uncles, her Brother, her Sister; and that, as such, she owes to some of them reverence, to others respect, let them treat her ever so cruelly!---Sordid ties! Mere cradle-prejudices!---For had they not been imposed upon her by Nature, when she was in a perverse humour, or could she have chosen her relations, Would any of these have been among them?
How my heart rises at her preference of them to me, when she is convinced of their injustice to me! Convinced, that the alliance would do honour to them
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all---herself excepted; to whom every one owes honour; and from whom the most princely family might receive it. But how much more will my heart rise with indignation against her, if I find she hesitates but one moment (however persecuted) about preferring me to the man she avowedly hates! But she cannot surely be so mean as to purchase her peace with them at so dear a rate. She cannot give a sanction to projects formed in malice, and founded in a selfishness (and that at her own expence) which she has spirit enough to despise in others; and ought to disavow, that we may not think her a Harlowe.
By this incoherent ramble thou wilt gather, that I am not likely to come up in haste; since I must endeavour first to obtain some assurance from the Beloved of my soul, that I shall not be sacrificed to such a wretch as Solmes! Woe be to the Fair-one, if ever she be driven into my power (for I despair of a voluntary impulse in my favour) and I find a difficulty in obtaining this security.
That her indifference to me is not owing to the superior liking she has for any other man, is what rivets my chains: But take care, Fair-one; take care, O thou most exalted of female minds, and loveliest of persons, how thou debasest thyself, by encouraging such a competition as thy sordid relations have set on foot in mere malice to me!---Thou wilt say I rave. And so I do:
Perdition catch my soul, but I do love her.
Else, could I bear the perpetual revilings of her implacable family?---Else, could I basely creep about-not her proud Father's house---but his paddock---and garden-walls?---Yet (a quarter of a mile's distance between us) not hoping to behold the least glimpse of her shadow?---Else, should I think myself repaid, amply repaid, if the fourth, fifth, or sixth midnight stroll, thro' unfrequented paths, and over briery inclosures,
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affords me a few cold lines; the even expected purport only to let me know, that she values the most worthless person of her very worthless family, more than she values me; and that she would not write at all, but to induce me to bear insults, which un-man me to bear?---My lodging in the intermediate way, at a wretched alehouse; disguised like an inmate of it: Accommodations equally vile, as those I met with in my Westphalian journey. 'Tis well, that the necessity for all This arises not from scorn and tyranny; but is first imposed upon herself!
But was ever hero in Romance (fighting with giants and dragons excepted) called upon to harder trials?---Fortune and family, and reversionary grandeur, on my side! Such a wretched fellow my competitor!---Must I not be deplorably in Love, that can go thro' these difficulties, encounter these contempts?---By my soul, I am half-ashamed of myself: I, who am perjured too, by priority of obligation, if I am faithful to any woman in the world!
And yet, why say I, I am half-ashamed?---Is it not a glory to love her whom every one who sees her, either loves, or reveres, or both? Dryden says,
The Cause of Love can never be assign'd:
'Tis in no face;---But in the Lover's mind.
---And Cowley thus addresses Beauty as a mere imaginary:
Beauty! thou wild fantastic ape,
Who dost in ev'ry country change they shape:
Here black; there brown; here tawny; and there white;
Thou flatt'rer! who comply'st with ev'ry sight!
Who hast no certain What, nor Where.
But both these, had they been her cotemporaries, and known her, would have confessed themselves mistaken: And, taking together person, mind, and behaviour,
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would have acknowleged the justice of the universal voice in her favour.
---Full many a Lady
I've ey'd with best regard; and many a time
Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear. For sev'ral virtues
Have I lik'd sev'ral women. Never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd,
And put it to the foil. But SHE!---O SHE!
So perfect and so peerless is created,
Of ev'ry creature's best. Shakesp.
Thou art curious to know, If I have not started a new game?---If it be possible for so universal a Lover to be confined so long to one object? Thou knowest nothing of this charming creature, that thou canst put such questions to me; or thinkest thou knowest me better than thou dost. All that's excellent in her Sex is this Lady!---Until by MATRIMONIAL, or EQUAL intimacies, I have found her less than angel, it is impossible to think of any other. Then there are so many stimulatives to such a spirit as mine in this affair, besides Love: Such a field for stratagem and contrivance, which thou knowest to be the delight of my heart. Then the rewarding end of all!---To carry off such a girl as this, in spite of all her watchful and implacable friends; and in spite of a prudence and reserve that I never met with in any of the Sex:---What a triumph!---What a triumph over the whole Sex!---And then such a Revenge to gratify; which is only at present politically reined-in, eventually to break forth with the greater fury---Is it possible, thinkest thou, that there can be room for a thought that is not of her, and devoted to her?
By the advices I have this moment received, I have reason to think, that I shall have occasion for thee
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here. Hold thyself in readiness to come down upon the first summons.
Let Belton, and Mowbray, and Tourville, likewise prepare themselves. I have a great mind to contrive a method to send James Harlowe to travel for improvement. Never was there Booby-'Squire that more wanted it. Contrive it, did I say? I have already contrived it; could I but put it in execution without being suspected to have a hand in it. This I am resolved upon; If I have not his Sister, I will have Him.
But be This as it may, there is a present likelihood of room for glorious mischief. A confederacy had been for some time formed against me; but the Uncles and the Nephew are now to be double-servanted [single-servanted they were before]; and those servants are to be double-armed when they attend their masters abroad. This indicates their resolute enmity to me, and as resolute favour to Solmes.
The reinforced orders for this hostile apparatus are owing it seems to a visit I made yesterday to their Church---A good place I thought to begin a Reconciliation in; supposing the heads of the family to be Christians, and that they meant something by their prayers. My hopes were to have an invitation (or, at least, to gain a pretence) to accompany home the gloomy Sire; and so get an opportunity to see my goddess: For I believed they durst not but be civil to me, at least. But they were filled with terror it seems at my entrance; a terror they could not get over. I saw it indeed in their countenances; and that they all expected something extraordinary to follow.---And so it should have done, had I been more sure than I am of their Daughter's favour. Yet not a hair of any of their stupid heads do I intend to hurt.
You shall all have your directions in writing, if there be occasion. But after all, I dare say there will be no need but to shew your faces in my company.
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Such faces never could four men shew---Mowbray's so fierce and so fighting: Belton's so pert and so pimply: Tourville's so fair and so foppish: Thine so rough and so resolute: And I your Leader!---What hearts, altho' meditating hostility, must those be which we shall not appall?---Each man occasionally attended by a servant or two, long ago chosen for qualities resembling those of his master.
Thus, Jack, as thou desirest, have I written.---Written upon Something; upon Nothing; upon REVENGE, which I love; upon LOVE, which I hate, heartily hate, because 'tis my master: And upon the devil knows what besides:---For, looking back, I am amazed at the length of it. Thou may'st read it: I would not for a King's ransom---But so as I do but write, thou sayest thou wilt be pleased.
Be pleased then. I command thee to be pleased: If not for the writer's or written's sake, for thy word's sake. And so in the royal style (for am I not likely to be thy King and thy Emperor in the great affair before us?) I bid Thee very heartily
Farewel.