The very servants allowed to expatiate upon these praiseful topics to
      their principals!  Even eloquent in their praises!  The distressed
      principals listening and weeping!  Then to see them break in upon
      the zealous applauders, by their impatience and remorse, and throw
      abroad their helpless hands, and exclaim; then again to see them
      listen to hear more of her praises, and weep again—­they even
      encouraging the servants to repeat how they used to be stopt by
      strangers to ask after her, and by those who knew her, to be told
      of some new instances to her honour—­how aggravating all this!

In dreams they see her, and desire to see her; always an angle, and
      accompanied by angels; always clad in robes of light; always
      endeavouring to comfort them, who declare, that they shall never
      more know comfort!

What an example she set!  How she indited!  How she drew!  How she
      wrought!  How she talked!  How she sung!  How she played!  Her
      voice music!  Her accent harmony!

Her conversation how instructive! how sought after!  The delight of
      persons of all ages, of both sexes, of all ranks!  Yet how humble,
      how condescending!  Never were dignity and humility so
      illustriously mingled!

At other times, how generous, how noble, how charitable, how judicious in
      her charities!  In every action laudable!  In every attitude
      attractive!  In every appearance, whether full-dressed, or in the
      housewife’s more humble garb, equally elegant, and equally lovely! 
      Like, or resembling, Miss Clarissa Harlowe, they now remember to
      be a praise denoting the highest degree of excellence, with every
      one, whatever person, action, or rank, spoken of.—­The desirable
      daughter; the obliging kinswoman; the affectionate sister, (all
      envy now subsided!) the faithful, the warm friend; the affable,
      the kind, the benevolent mistress!—­Not one fault remembered!  All
      their severities called cruelties:  mutually accusing each other;
      each him and herself; and all to raise her character, and torment
      themselves.

Such, Sir, was the angel, of whom the vilest of men has deprived the world!  You, Sir, who know more of the barbarous machinations and practices of this strange man, can help me to still more inflaming reasons, were they needed, why a man, not perfect, may stand excused to the generality of the world, if he should pursue his vengeance; and the rather, as through an absence of six years, (high as just report, and the promises of her early youth from childhood, had raised her in his esteem,) he could not till now know one half of her excellencies—­till now! that we have lost, for ever lost, the admirable creature!—­

But I will force myself from the subject, after I have repeated that I have not yet made any resolutions that can bind me.  Whenever I do, I shall be glad they may be such as may merit the honour of your approbation.