“HARRIET GARTH.”

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From Francis Clare, Jun., to Magdalen.

“Shanghai, China, April 23d, 1847.

“MY DEAR MAGDALEN—­I have deferred answering your letter, in consequence of the distracted state of my mind, which made me unfit to write to you.  I am still unfit, but I feel I ought to delay no longer.  My sense of honor fortifies me, and I undergo the pain of writing this letter.

“My prospects in China are all at an end.  The Firm to which I was brutally consigned, as if I was a bale of merchandise, has worn out my patience by a series of petty insults; and I have felt compelled, from motives of self-respect, to withdraw my services, which were undervalued from the first.  My returning to England under these circumstances is out of the question.  I have been too cruelly used in my own country to wish to go back to it, even if I could.  I propose embarking on board a private trading-vessel in these seas in a mercantile capacity, to make my way, if I can, for myself.  How it will end, or what will happen to me next, is more than I can say.  It matters little what becomes of me.  I am a wanderer and an exile, entirely through the fault of others.  The unfeeling desire at home to get rid of me has accomplished its object.  I am got rid of for good.

“There is only one more sacrifice left for me to make—­the sacrifice of my heart’s dearest feelings.  With no prospects before me, with no chance of coming home, what hope can I feel of performing my engagement to yourself?  None!  A more selfish man than I am might hold you to that engagement; a less considerate man than I am might keep you waiting for years—­and to no purpose after all.  Cruelly as they have been trampled on, my feelings are too sensitive to allow me to do this.  I write it with the tears in my eyes—­you shall not link your fate to an outcast.  Accept these heart-broken lines as releasing you from your promise.  Our engagement is at an end.

“The one consolation which supports me in bidding you farewell is, that neither of us is to blame.  You may have acted weakly, under my father’s influence, but I am sure you acted for the best.  Nobody knew what the fatal consequences of driving me out of England would be but myself—­and I was not listened to.  I yielded to my father, I yielded to you; and this is the end of it!

“I am suffering too acutely to write more.  May you never know what my withdrawal from our engagement has cost me!  I beg you will not blame yourself.  It is not your fault that I have had all my energies misdirected by others—­it is not your fault that I have never had a fair chance of getting on in life.  Forget the deserted wretch who breathes his heartfelt prayers for your happiness, and who will ever remain your friend and well-wisher.

“FRANCIS CLARE, Jun.”

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