And permit me to say that I asked it as well for my father and mother’s sake, as for my own; for I am sure they at least will be uneasy, after I am gone, that they refused it to me.

I should still be glad to have theirs, and your’s, Sir, and all your blessings, and your prayers:  but, denied in such a manner, I will not presume again to ask it:  relying entirely on the Almighty’s; which is never denied, when supplicated for with such true penitence as I hope mine is.

God preserve my dear uncle, and all my honoured friends! prays

Your unhappy
Clarissa Harlowe.

End of vol. 7.