I send you the papers with this.  You must account to me honestly and fairly, when I see you, for the earnestness with which you write for them.  And then also will we talk about the contents of your last dispatch, and about some of your severe and unfriendly reflections.

Mean time, whatever thou dost, don’t let the wonderful creature leave us!  Set before her the sin of her preparation, as if she thought she could depart when she pleased.  She’ll persuade herself, at this rate, that she has nothing to do, when all is ready, but to lie down, and go to sleep:  and such a lively fancy as her’s will make a reality of a jest at any time.

A jest I call all that has passed between her and me; a mere jest to die for—­For has not her triumph over me, from first to last, been infinitely greater than her sufferings from me?

Would the sacred regard I have for her purity, even for her personal as well as intellectual purity, permit, I could prove this as clear as the sun.  Tell, therefore, the dear creature that she must not be wicked in her piety.  There is a too much, as well as too little, even in righteousness.  Perhaps she does not think of that.—­Oh! that she would have permitted my attendance, as obligingly as she does of thine!—­The dear soul used to love humour.  I remember the time that she knew how to smile at a piece of apropos humour.  And, let me tell thee, a smile upon the lips, or a sparkling in the eye, must have had its correspondent cheerfulness in a heart so sincere as her’s.

Tell the doctor I will make over all my possessions, and all my reversions, to him, if he will but prolong her life for one twelvemonth to come.  But for one twelvemonth, Jack!—­He will lose all his reputation with me, and I shall treat him as Belton did his doctor, if he cannot do this for me, on so young a subject.  But nineteen, Belford!—­nineteen cannot so soon die of grief, if the doctor deserve that title; and so blooming and so fine a constitution as she had but three or four months ago!

But what need the doctor to ask her leave to write to her friends?  Could he not have done it without letting her know any thing of the matter?  That was one of the likeliest means that could be thought of to bring some of them about her, since she is so desirous to see them.  At least it would have induced them to send up her favourite Norton.  But these plaguy solemn fellows are great traders in parade.  They’ll cram down your throat their poisonous drugs by wholesale, without asking you a question; and have the assurance to own it to be prescribing:  but when they are to do good, they are to require your consent.

How the dear creature’s character rises in every line of thy letters!  But it is owing to the uncommon occasions she has met with that she blazes out upon us with such a meridian lustre.  How, but for those occasions, could her noble sentiments, her prudent consideration, her forgiving spirit, her exalted benevolence, and her equanimity in view of the most shocking prospects (which set her in a light so superior to all her sex, and even to the philosophers of antiquity) have been manifested?