I have often had messages and inquiries after your health from the truly-reverend Dr. Lewen, who has always expressed, and still expresses, infinite concern for you.  He entirely disapproves of the measures of the family with regard to you.  He is too much indisposed to go abroad.  But, were he in good health, he would not, as I understand, visit at Harlowe-place, having some time since been unhandsomely treated by your brother, on his offering to mediate for you with your family.

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I am just now informed that your cousin Morden is arrived in England.  He is at Canterbury, it seems, looking after some concerns he has there; and is soon expected in these parts.  Who knows what may arise from his arrival?  God be with you, my dearest Miss Clary, and be your comforter and sustainer.  And never fear but He will; for I am sure, I am very sure, that you put your whole trust in Him.

And what, after all, is this world, on which we so much depend for durable good, poor creatures that we are!—­When all the joys of it, and (what is a balancing comfort) all the troubles of it, are but momentary, and vanish like a morning dream!

And be this remembered, my dearest young lady, that worldly joy claims no kindred with the joys we are bid to aspire after.  These latter we must be fitted for by affliction and disappointment.  You are therefore in the direct road to glory, however thorny the path you are in.  And I had almost said, that it depends upon yourself, by your patience, and by your resignedness to the dispensation, (God enabling you, who never fails the true penitent, and sincere invoker,) to be an heir of a blessed immortality.

But this glory, I humbly pray, that you may not be permitted to enter into, ripe as you are so soon to be for it, till, with your gentle hand, (a pleasure I have so often, as you now, promised to myself,) you have closed the eyes of

Your maternally-affectionate
Judith Norton.

LETTER VI

Miss Clarissa Harlowe, to Mrs. Norton
Thursday, Aug. 27.

What Mr. Brand, or any body, can have written or said to my prejudice, I cannot imagine; and yet some evil reports have gone out against me; as I find by some hints in a very severe letter written to me by my uncle Antony.  Such a letter as I believe was never written to any poor creature, who, by ill health of body, as well as of mind, was before tottering on the brink of the grave.  But my friends may possibly be better justified than the reporters—­For who knows what they may have heard?

You give me a kind caution, which seems to imply more than you express, when you advise me against countenancing visiters that may discredit me.  You have spoken quite out.  Surely, I have had afflictions enow to strengthen my mind, and to enable it to bear the worst that can now happen.  But I will not puzzle myself by conjectural evils; as I might perhaps do, if I had not enow that were certain.  I shall hear all, when it is thought proper that I should.  Mean time, let me say, for your satisfaction, that I know not that I have any thing criminal or disreputable to answer for either in word or deed, since the fatal 10th of April last.