The
Coquette;
or, the
History of Eliza Wharton;
A
Novel.
The
Coquette;
or, the
History of Eliza Wharton;
Founded on Fact
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By a Lady of Massachusetts.
Boston:
Printed by Samuel Etheridge,
For E. Larkin,
No. 47, Cornhill.
17971797.
The
Coquette;
or, the
History of Eliza Wharton.
Letter I.
To Miss Lucy Freeman.
New-Haven.
An unusual sensation possesses my
breast; a sensation, which I once thought
could never pervade it on any occasion whatever.
It is pleasure; pleasure, my dear Lucy,
on leaving my paternal roof! Could you have
believed that the darling child of an indulgent
and dearly beloved mother would feel a gleam
of joy at leaving her? but so it is. The melancholy,
the gloom, the condolences, which surrounded
me for a month after the death of
Mr. Haly, had depressed my spirits, and pall[Gap in transcription—2–3 charactersflawed-reproduction]
every enjoyment of life. Mr. Haly was a man
of worth; a man of real substantial meri[Gap in transcription—2–3 charactersobscured]
He is therefore deeply, and justly regreted by
his friends; he was chosen to be a future guardian,B2
ian,
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and companion for me, and was, therefore,
beloved by mine. As their choice; as a good
man, and a faithful friend, I esteemed him. But
no one acquainted with the disparity of our
tempers and dispositions, our views and designs,
can suppose my heart much engaged in
the alliance. Both nature and education had
instilled into my mind an implicit obedience to
the will and desires of my parents. To them,
of course, I sacrificed my fancy in this affair;
determined that my reason should conncur with
theirs; and on that to risk my future happiness.
I was the more encouraged, as I saw, from our
first acquaintance, his declining health; and
expected, that the event would prove as it has.
Think not, however, that I rejoice in his death.
No; far be it from me; for though I believe
that I never felt the passion of love for Mr.
Haly; yet a habit of conversing with him,
of hearing daily the most virtuous, tender,
and affectionate sentiments from his lips, inspired
emotions of the sincerest friendship, and
esteem.
He is gone. His fate is unalterably, and I
trust, happily fixed. He lived the life, and died
the death of the righteous. O that my last
end may be like his! This event will, I hope,
make a suitable and abiding impression upon
my mind; teach me the fading nature of all
sublunary enjoyments, and the little dependence
which is to be placed on earthly felicity.
Whose situation was more agreeable; whose
prospects
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prospects more flattering, than Mr. Haly’s?
Social, domestic, and connubial joys were
fondly anticipated, and friends, and fortune
seemed ready to crown every wish! Yet animated
by still brighter hopes, he cheerfully bid
them all adieu. In conversation with me, but
a few days before his exit; “There is” said
he, “but one link in the chain of life, undissevered;
that, my dear Eliza, is my attachment
to you. But God is wise and good in all
his ways; and in this, as in all other respects,
I would cheerfully say, His will be done.”
You, my friend, were witness to the concluding
scene; and therefore, I need not describe
it.
I shall only add, on the subject, that if I have
wisdom and prudence to follow his advice and
example; if his prayers for my temporal and
eternal welfare be heard and answered, I shall
be happy indeed
The disposition of mind, which I now feel,
I wish to cultivate. Calm, placid, and serene;
thoughtful of my duty, and benevolent to all
around me, wish for no other connection than
that friendship,
This Letter is all egotism, I have even neglected
to mention the respectable, and happy
friends, with whom I reside; but will do it in
my next. Write soon, and often; and believe
me sincerely yours,
Eliza Wharton.
Letter II.
To the same.
New-Haven.
Time, which effaces every occasional
impression, I find gradually dispelling the pleasing
pensiveness, which the melancholy event,
the subject of my last, had diffused over my
mind. Naturally cheerful, volatile, and unreflecting,
the opposite disposition, I have found
to contain sources of enjoyment, which I was
before unconscious of possessing.
My friends, here, are the picture of conjugal
felicity. The situation is delightful. The visiting
parties perfectly agreeable. Every thing
tends to facilitate the return of my accustomed
vivacity. I have written to my mother, and
received an answer. She praises my fortitude,
and admires the philosophy which I have exerted,
under, what she calls, my heavy bereavement.
Poor woman! She little thinks that
my heart was untouched; and when that is
my heart was untouched; and when that is
unaffected, other sentiments and passions make
but a transient impression. I have been, for a
month or two, excluded from the gay world;
and, indeed, fancied myself soaring above it.
It is now that I begin to descend, and find my
natural
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natural propensity for mixing in the busy scenes
and active pleasures of life returning. I have
received your letter; your moral lecture rather;
and be assured, my dear, your monitorial
lessons and advice shall be attended to. I believe
I shall never again resume those airs,
which you term coquettish, but which I think
deserve a softer appellation; as they proceed
from an innocent heart, and are the effusions
of a youthful, and cheerful mind. We are all
envited to spend the day, to morrow, at Col.
Farington’s, who has an elegant seat in his
neighborhood. Both he and his Lady are
strangers to me; but the friends, by whom I
am introduced, will procure me a welcome reception.
Adieu.
Eliza Wharton.
Letter III.
To the same.
New-Haven.
Is it time for me to talk again of conquests?
or must I only enjoy them in silence?
I must write to you the impulses of my mind;
or I must not write at all. You are no so
morose, as to wish me to become a nun, would
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our country, and religion allow it. I ventured
yesterday to throw aside the habiliments
of mourning, and to array myself in
those more adapted to my taste. We arrived at
Col. Farington’s about one o’clock. The
Col. handed me out of the carriage, and introduced
me to a large company assembled in
the Hall. My name was pronounced with an
emphasis; and I was received with the most
flattering tokens of respect. When we were
summoned to dinner, a young gentleman in a
clerical dress offered me his hand, and led
me to a table furnished with an elegant, and
sumptuous repast, with more gallantry, and
address than commonly fall to the share of
students. He sat opposite of me at table; and
whenever I raised my eye, it caught his. The
ease, and politeness of his manners, with his
particular attention to me, raised my curiosity,
and induced me to ask Mrs. Laiton who he
was? She told me that his name was Boyer;
that he was descended from a worthy family;
had passed with honor and applause through
the university where he was educated; had
since studied divinity with success; and now
had a call to settle as a minister in one of the
first parishes in a neighbouring state.
The gates of a spacious garden were thrown
open, at this instant; and I accepted with avidity
an invitation to walk in it. Mirth, and hilarity
prevailed, and the moments fled on downy
wings; while we traced the beauties of art
Letter IV.
To Mr. Selby.
New-Haven.
You ask me, my friend, whether
I am in pursuit of truth, or a lady? I
answer, both. I hope and trust they are
united; and really expect to find truth and the
virtues and graces besides in a fair form. If
you mean by the first part of your question,
whether I am searching into the sublimer doctrines
of religion? To these I would by no
means be inattentive; but to be honest, my
studies of that kind have been very much interrupted
of late. The respectable circle of acquaintances
with which I am honored here, has
rendered my visits very frequent and numerous.
In one of these I was introduced to Miss
Eliza Wharton; a young lady whose elegant
person, accomplished mind, and polished manners
have been much celebrated. Her frame has
often reached me; but, as the queen of Sheba
said to Solomon, the half was not told me.
You will think, that I talk in the style of a lover.
I confess it, nor am I ashamed to rank myself
among the professed admirers of this lovely
fair one. I am in no danger, however, of becomingB
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an enthusiastic devotee. No, I mean to
act upon just and rational principles. Expecting
soon to settle in an eligible situation, if such
a companion as I am persuaded she will make
me, may fall to my lot, I shall deem myself as happy
as this state of imperfection will admit. She
is now resident at Gen. Richman’s. The general
and his lady are her particular friends.
They are warm in her praises. They tell me,
however, that she is naturally of a gay disposition.
No matter for that; it is an agreeable
quality, where there is discretion sufficient for
its regulation. A cheerful friend, much more
a cheerful wife is peculiarly necessary to a person
or a studious and sedentary life. They dispel
the gloom of retirement, and exhilerate
the spirits depressed by intense application.
She was formerly addressed by the late Mr.
Haly of Boston. He was not, it seems, the man
of her choice; but her parents were extremely
partial to him, and wished the connection to
take place, she, like a dutiful child, sacrificed
her own[Gap in transcription—12–13 charactersflawed-reproduction] their pleasure, so far as
to ac[Gap in transcription—6–7 charactersflawed-reproduction]in his visits. This she more easily
accomplished, as his health, which declined
from their first acquaintance, led her to suppose,
as the event has passed, that he would not live
to enter[Gap in transcription—3–4 charactersflawed-reproduction] any hasting engagements. Her,
father who died some months before him,[Gap in transcription—2–3 charactersflawed-reproduction]
whe[Gap in transcription—8–9 charactersflawed-reproduction]confide at his house, for the[Gap in transcription—4–5 charactersflawed-reproduction]
of a[Gap in transcription—5–6 charactersflawed-reproduction] of air, agreeably to the advice [Gap in transcription—1–2 charactersflawed-reproduction]
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last
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last illness, with all the care and assiduity of a
nurse; and with all the sympathising tenderness
of a sister.
I have had several opportunities of conversing
with her. She discovers an elevated mind,
a ready apprehension, and an accurate knowledge
of the various subjects which have been
brought into view. I have not yet introduced the
favorite subject of my heart. Indeed she seems
studiously to avoid noticing any expression which
leads towards it. But she must hear it soon. I
am sure of the favor and interest of the friends
with whom she resides. They have promised to
speak previously in my behalf. I am to call as
if accidentally this afternoon, just as they are
to ride abroad. They are to refer me to Miss
Wharton for entertainment, till their return.
What a delightful opportunity for my purpose!
I am counting the hours, nay, the very moments.
Adieu. You shall soon hear again from your
most obedient,
J. Boyer.
Letter V.
To Miss Lucy Freeman.
New-Haven.
These bewitching charms of mine
have a tendency to keep my mind in a state of
perturbation. I am so pestered with these admirers;
not that I am so very handsome neither;
but I don’t know how it is, I am certainly
very much the taste of the other sex. Followed,
flattered, and caressed; I have cards and
compliments in profusion. But I must try to
be serious; for I have, alas! one serious lover.
As I promised you to be particular in my writing,
I suppose I must proceed methodically.
Yesterday we had a party to dine. Mr. Boyer
was of the number. His attention was immediately
engrossed; and I soon perceived that
every word, every action, and every look was
studied to gain my approbation. As he sat
next me at dinner, his assiduity and politeness
were pleasing; and as we walked together afterwards,
his conversation was improving. Mine
was sentimental and sedate; perfectly adapted
to the taste of my gallant. Nothing, however,
was said particularly expressive of his apparent
wishes. I studiously avoided every kind of discoursecourse
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which might lead to this topic. I wish
not for a declaration from any one, especially
from one whom I could not repulse and do
not intend to encourage at present. His conversation,
so similar to what I had often heard
from a similar character, brought a deceased
friend to mind, and rendered me somewhat pensive.
I retired directly after supper. Mr. Boyer
had just taken leave.
Mrs. Richman came into my chamber as
she was passing to her own. “Excuse my intrusion,
Eliza” said she; “I thought I would just step
in and ask if you have passed a pleasant day?”
“Perfectly so, madam; and I have now retired
to protract the enjoyment by recollection.”
“What, my dear, is your opinion of our favorite
Mr. Boyer?” “Declaring him your favorite,
madam, is sufficient to render me partial to him.
But to be frank, independent of that, I think
him an agreeable man.” “Your heart, I presume,
is now free?” “Yes, and I hope it
will long remain so.” “Your friends, my dear,
solicitous for your welfare, wish to see you suitably
and agreeably connected.” “I hope my
friends will never again interpose in my concerns
of that nature. You, madam, who
have ever known my heart, are sensible, that had
the Almighty spared life, in a certain instance,
I must have sacrificed my own happiness, or incurred
their censure. I am young, gay, volatile.
A melancholy event has lately extricated
the from those shackles, which parental authorityB2
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had imposed on my mind. Let me then
enjoy that freedom which I so highly prize. Let
me have opportunity, unbiassed by opinion, to
gratify my natural disposition in a participation
of those pleasures which youth and innocence
afford.” “Of such pleasures, no one, my dear,
would wish to deprive you. But beware, Eliza!
—Though strowed with flowers, when contemplated
by your lively imagination, it is, after
all, a slippery, thorny pather. The round of fashionable
dissipation is dangerous. A phantom
is often pursued, which leaves its deluded
votary the real form of wretchedness.” She
spoke with an emphasis, and taking up her
candle, wished me a good night. I had not
power to return the compliment. Something
seemingly prophetic in her looks and expressions,
cast a momentary gloom upon my mind!
But I despise those contracted ideas which confine
virtue to a cell. I have no notion of becoming
a recluse. Mrs. Richman has ever
been a beloved friend of mine; yet I always
thought her rather prudish. Adieu,
Eliza Wharton.
Letter VI.
To the same.
New-Haven.
I had scarcely seated myself at the
breakfast table this morning, when a servant
entered with a card of invitation from Major
Sanford, requesting the happiness of my hand
this evening, at the ball, given by Mr. Atkins,
about three miles from this. I shewed the billet
to Mrs. Richman, saying, “I have not much
acquaintance with this gentleman, madam; but
I suppose his character sufficiently respectable to
warrant an affirmative answer. He is a gay
man, my dear, to say no more, and such are the
companions we wish, when we join a party avowedly
formed for pleasure.” I then stepped
into my apartment, wrote an answer, and dispatched
the servant. When I returned to the
parlour, something disapprobating appeared in
the countenances of both my friends. I endeavored
without seeming to observe, to dissipate it
by chit chat; but they were better pleased with
each other than with me; and soon rising,
walked into the garden, and left me to amuse
myself alone. My eyes followed them through
the window. Happy pair, said I. Should it
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ever be my fate to wear the hymenial chain,
may I be thus united! The purest and most ardent
affection, the greatest consonance of taste
and disposition, and the most congenial virtue
and wishes distinguish this lovely couple. Health
and wealth, with every attendant blessing preside
over their favored dwelling, and shed their
benign influence without alloy. The consciousness
of exciting their displeasure gave me pain;
but I consoled myself with the idea that it was
ill founded.
“They should consider”, said I, “that they have
no satisfaction to look for beyond each other.”
There every enjoyment is center; but I
am a poor solitary being, who need some amusement
beyond what I can supply myself. The
mind, after being confined at home for a while,
sends the imagination abroad in quest of new
treasures, and the body may as well accompany
it, for ought I can see.
General Richman and lady have ever appeared
solicitous to promote my happiness
since I have resided with them. They have urged
my acceptance of invitations to join parties,
though they have not been much themselves,
of late; as Mrs. Richman’s present circumstances
render her fond retirement. What
reason can be assigned for their apparent reluctance
to this evening’s entertainment is [Gap in transcription—1–2 charactersflawed-reproduction]
me incomprehensible; but I shall apply th[Gap in transcription—1–2 charactersflawed-reproduction]
chymical powers of friendship, and extract [Gap in transcription—2–3 charactersflawed-reproduction]
secret from Mrs. Richman to morrow if not
before
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before. Adieu. I am now summoned to dinner,
and after that shall be engaged in preparation
till the wished for hour of hilarity and
mirth engrosses every faculty of your
Eliza Wharton.
Letter VII.
To Mr. Selby.
New-Haven.
Divines need not declaim, nor philosophers
expatiate on the disappointments of
human life! Are they not legibly written on every
page of our existence? Are they not predominantly
prevalent over every period of our lives?
When I closed my last letter to you, my heart
exulted in the pleasing anticipation of promised
bliss; my wishes danced on the light breezes of
hope, and my imagination dared to arrest the
attention, and even claim a return of affection
from the lovely Eliza Wharton! But imagination
only, it has proved; and that dashed with
the bitter ranklings of jealousy and suspicion.
But to resume my narrative. I reached the
mansion of my friend about four. I was disagreeably
struck with the appearance of a carriageage
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at the door, as it raised an idea of company
which might frustrate my plan; but still more
disagreeable were my sensations, when on entering
the parlour, I found Major Sanford evidently
in a waiting posture. I was very politely
received; and when Eliza entered the room
with a brilliance of appearance and gaiety of
manner, which I had never before connected
with her character, I rose, as did Major Sanford
who offered his hand, and led her to a chair.
I forgot to sit down again, but stood transfixed
by the pangs of disappointment. Miss Wharton
appeared somewhat confused; but soon resuming
her vivacity, desired me to be seated;
inquired after my health, and made some common
place remarks on the weather. Then apologizing
for leaving me, gave her hand again
to Major Sanford, who had previously risen, and
reminded her that the time and their engagements
made it necessary to leave the good company;
which, indeed, they both appeared very
willing to do. General Richman and lady took
every method in their power to remove my chagrin,
and atone for the absence of my fair one,
but ill did they succeed. They told me that
Miss Wharton had not the most distant idea of
my visiting there, this afternoon; much less of
the design of my visit; that for some mon[Gap in transcription—2–3 charactersflawed-reproduction]
together, she had been lately confined by [Gap in transcription—3–4 charactersflawed-reproduction]
sickness of Mr. Haly, whom she attended during
the whole of his last illness; which con[Gap in transcription—3–4 charactersflawed-reproduction]
ment had eventually increased her desire of indulging
dulging
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her natural disposition for gaiety. She
had, however, they said, “an excellent heart and
reflecting mind, a great share of sensibility, and
a temper peculiarly formed for the enjoyments
of social life.” “But this gentleman, madam, who
is her gallant this evening—is his character
inexceptionable? Will a lady of delicacy associate
with an immoral, not to say profligate
man? The rank and fortune of Major Sanford,
said Mrs. Richman, procure him respect.”
His spacious manners render him acceptable
in public company; but I must own that
he is not the person with whom I wish my cousin
to be connected, even for a moment. She
never consulted me so little on any subject as
[Gap in transcription—1–2 charactersflawed-reproduction]n that of his card this morning. Before I had
[Gap in transcription—1–2 charactersflawed-reproduction]me to object, she dismissed the servant; and I
[Gap in transcription—1–2 charactersflawed-reproduction]rbore to destroy her expected happiness, by
acquainting her with my disapprobation of her
partner. Her omission was not design; it was
juvenile indiscretion. “We must, my dear sir,”
continued she, “look with a candid eye on such
[Gap in transcription—1–2 charactersflawed-reproduction]centricities. Faults, not foibles, require the
severity of censure. Far, madam, be it from me
[Gap in transcription—1–2 charactersflawed-reproduction] censure any conduct, which as yet I have observed
in Miss Wharton; she has too great an
interest in my heart to admit of that.”
We now went into more general conversation.
Tea was served; and I soon after took
leave. General Richman, however, insisted on
[Gap in transcription—2–3 charactersflawed-reproduction] dining with him on Thursday, which I
promised. And here I am again over head
and
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and ears in the hypo. A disease, you will say,
peculiar to students. I believe it peculiar to
lovers; and with that class I must now rank
myself, though I did not know, until this evening,
that I was so much engaged as I find I
really am. I knew, indeed, that I was extremely
pleased with this amiable girl; that I was
interested in her favor; that I was happier in
her company than any where else, with innumerable
other circumstances, which would have
told me the truth, had I examined them. But
be that as it may; I hope, and trust that I
am, and ever shall be a reasonable creature;
and not suffer my judgment to be misled by
the operations of a blind passion.
I shall now lay aside this subject, endeavor to
divest even my imagination of the charmer, and
return until Thursday, to the contemplation of
those truths and duties, which have a happy
tendency to calm the jarring elements which
compose our mortal frame. Adieu.
J. Boyer.
Letter VIII.
To Mr. Charles Deighton.
New-Haven.
We had an elegant ball, last night,
Charles; and what is still more to the taste of
your old friend, I had an elegant partner; one
exactly calculated to please my fancy; gay,
volatile, apparently thoughtless of every thing
but present enjoyment. It was Miss Eliza
Wharton, a young lady, whose agreeable person,
polished manners, and refined talents, have
rendered her the toast of the country around
for these two years; though for half that time
she has had a clerical lover imposed on her
by her friends; for I am told it was not agreeable
to her inclination. By this same clerical
lover of hers, she was for several months confined
as a nurse. But his death has happily
relieved her, and she now returns to the world
with redoubled lustre. At present she is a visitor
to Mrs. Richman, who is a relation. I first saw
her on a party of pleasure at Mr. Frazier’s
where we walked, talked, sung, and danced together.
I thought her cousin watched her with
jealous eye; for she is, you must know, a
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must be the man who claims admission to her society.
But I fancy this young lady is a coquette;
and if so, I shall avenge my sex, by retaliating
the mischiefs; she meditates against us. Not
that I have any ill designs; but only to play
off her own artillery, by using a little unmeaning
gallantry. And let her beware of the consequences.
A young clergyman came in at
Gen. Richman’s yesterday, while I was waiting
for Eliza, who was much more cordially
received by the general and his lady, than was
your humble servant: but I lay that up.
When she entered the room, an air of mutual
embarrasment was evident. The lady recovered
her assurance much more easily than the
gentleman. I am just going to ride, and shall
make it in my way to call and inquire after the
health of my dulcinea. Therefore, adieu for the
present.
Peter Sanford.
Letter IX.
To Miss Lucy Freeman.
New-Haven.
I am not so happy to day in the recollection
of last evening’s entertainment, as I
was in the enjoyment.
The explanation which I promised you from
Mrs. Richman yesterday, I could not obtain.
When I went down to dinner, some friends of
General Richman’s had accidentally dropped
in, which precluded all particular conversation.
I retired soon to dress, and saw Mrs. Richman
no more, till I was informed that Major Sanford
waited for me. But I was surprised on going
into the parlour to find Mr. Boyer there. I
blushed and stammered; but I know not why;
for certain I am, that I neither love nor fear the
good man yet, whatever I may do some future
day. I would not be understood that I do not
respect and esteem him; for I do both. But
these are calm passions, which sooth rather than
agitate the mind. It was not the consciousness
of any impropriety of conduct; for I was far
from feeling any. The entertainment for
which I was prepared was such as virtue would
not disapprove, and my gallant was a man of
fortune,
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fortune, fashion, and for ought I knew, of unblemished
character.
But Mr. Boyer was much more disconcerted
than myself. Indeed he did not recover his
philosophy while I staid. I believe, by some
hints I have received since, that he had some
particular views, in which he was disappointed.
Our ball had every charm which could render
a ball delightful. My partner was all ease,
politeness, and attention; and your friend was
as much flattered and caressed as variety itself
could wish. We returned to General Richman’s
about two. Major Sanford asked leave
to call and inquire after my health, this morning,
and I am now expecting him. I rose to
breakfast. The late hour of retiring to rest had
not depressed, but rather exhilerated my spirits.
My friends were waiting for me in the parlor.
They received me sociably, inquired after my
health, my last evening’s entertainment, the
company, &c. When, after a little pause, Mrs.
Richman said, “and how do you like Major
Sanford, Eliza?” “Very well indeed, madam:
I think him a finished gentleman. Will you,
who are a connoisieur, allow him that title?”
“No, my dear: in my opinion, he falls far below
it; since he is deficient in one of the great
essentials of the character, and that is, virtue.”
“I am surprised,” said I: “but how has he incurred
so severe a censure? By being a professed libertine;
by having but too successfully practised
the arts of seduction; by triumphing in the destruction
of innocence and the peace of families”[Gap in transcription—1 characterflawed-reproduction]
O, why was I not informed of this before?
But, perhaps these are old affairs; the effects
of juvenile folly; crimes of which he may have
repented, and which charity ought to obliterate.
No, my dear, they are recent facts; facts which
he dares not deny; facts for which he ought
to be banished from all virtuous society. I
should have intimated this to you before, but
your precipitate acceptance of his invitation deprived
me of an opportunity, until it was too
late to prevent your going with him; and we
thought it best to protract your enjoyment as
long as possible, not doubting but your virtue
and delicacy would, in future, guard you against
the like deception.
Must I then become an avowed prude at
once; and refuse him admission, if he call, in
compliance with the customary forms? By no
means. I am sensible, that even the false maxims
of the world must be complied with in a
degree. But a man of Major Sanford’s art can
easily distinguish between a forbidding, and an
encouraging reception. The former may, in this
case, be given without any breach of the rules
of politeness. Astonished, and mortified, I knew
not what further to say. I had been so pleased
with the man, that I wished to plead in his
favor; but virtue and prudence forbade. I
therefore rose and retired. He is this moment,
I am told, below stairs. So that I must bid
you adieu, until the next post.
Eliza Wharton.
Letter X.
To the same.
New-Haven.
Upon closing my last, I walked
down, and found Major Sanford alone. He
met me at the door of the parlor; and taking
my hand with an air of affectionate tenderness,
led me to a feat, and took one beside me. I
believe the gloom of suspicion had not entirely
forsaken my brow. He appeared, however,
not to notice it; but after the compliments of
the day had passed, entered into an easy
and agreeable conversation on the pleasures of
society: a conversation perfectly adapted to
my taste, and calculated to dissipate my chagrin,
and pass the time imperceptibly. He inquired
the place of my native abode; and having informed
him, he said he had thoughts of purchasing
the seat of Capt. Pribble, in that neighborhood,
for his residence; and could he be assured
of my society and friendship, his resolution
would be fixed. I answered his compliment
only by a slight bow. He took leave, and
I retired to dress for the day, being engaged to
accompany my cousin to dine at Mr. Lauren[Gap in transcription—2–3 charactersflawed-reproduction]
a gentleman
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a gentleman of fortune and fashion, in this vicinity.
Mr. Laurence has but one daughter,
heiress to a large estate, with an agreeable form,
but a countenance, which to me, indicates not
much soul. I was surprised in the afternoon to see
Major Sanford alight at the gate. He entered
with the familiarity of an old acquaintance;
and, after accosting each of the company, told
me, with a low bow, “that he did not expect the
happiness of seeing me again so soon.” I received
his compliment with a conscious awkwardness.
Mrs. Richman’s morning lecture
still rung in my head; and her watchful eye
now traced every turn of mine, and every action
of the major’s. Indeed, his assiduity was
painful to me; yet I found it impossible to disengage
myself a moment from him, till the
close of the day brought our carriage to the
door; when he handed me in, and pressing my
hand to his lips, retired.
What shall I say about this extraordinary man?
Shall I own to you, my friend, that he is pleasing
to me? His person, his manners, his situation
all combine to charm my fancy; and to
my lively imagination, strew the path of life with
flowers. What a pity, my dear Lucy, that the
[Gap in transcription—2–3 charactersdamaged]ces and virtues are not oftner united! They
[Gap in transcription—2–3 charactersdamaged]ft, however, meet in the man of my choice;
[Gap in transcription—2–3 charactersdamaged]d till I find such a one, I shall continue to subscribe
my name.
Eliza Wharton.
Letter XI.
To Mr. Charles Deighton.
New-Haven.
Well, Charles, I have been manœuvring
to day, a little revengefully. That,
you will say, is out of character. So baleful a
passion does not easily find admission among
those softer ones, which you well know I cherish.
However, I am a mere Proteus, and can
assume and shape that will best answer my purpose.
I called this forenoon, as I told you I intended,
at Gen. Richman’s. I waited some time in
the parlor alone, before Eliza appeared; and
when she did appear, the distant reserve of her
manners, and the pensiveness of her countenance
convinced me that she had been vexed and
I doubted not but Peter Sanford was the occasion.
Her wise cousin, I could have sworn, had
been giving her a detail of the vice of [Gap in transcription—1–2 charactersdamaged]
gallant; and warning her against the dangers
of associating with him in the future. Notwithstanding,
I took no notice of any alteration [Gap in transcription—2–3 charactersdamaged]
her behavior; but entered with the utmost[Gap in transcription—2–3 charactersdamaged]
centiousness into a conversation which I thought
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most to her taste. By degrees, she assumed her
usual vivacity; cheerfulness and good humor
again animated her countenance. I tarried as
long as decency would admit. She having intimated
that they were to dine at my friend
Lawrence’s, I caught at this information; and
determined to follow them, and teaze the jealous
Mrs. Richman, by playing off all the gallantry
I was master of in her presence.
I went, and succeeded to the utmost of my
wishes, as I read in the vexation, visible in the
one; and the ease and attention displayed by
the other. I believe too, that I have charmed
the eye at least, of the amiable Eliza. Indeed,
Charles, she is a fine girl. I think it would hurt
my conscience to wound her mind or reputation.
Were I disposed to marry, I am persuaded
she would make an excellent wife; but that
you know is no part of my plan, so long as I
can keep out of the noose. Whenever I do submit
to be shackled, it must be from a necessity
of mending my fortune. This girl would be
far from doing that. However, I am pleased
with her acquaintance, and mean not to abuse
her credulity and good nature, if I can help it.
Peter Sanford.
Letter XII.
To Miss Lucy Freeman.
New-Haven.
The heart of your friend is again
besieged. Whether it will surrender to the assailants
or not, I am unable at present to determine.
Sometimes I think of becoming a
predestinarian, and submitting implicitly to fate,
without any exercise of free will; but, as mine
seems to be a wayward one, I would counteract
the operations of it, if possible.
Mrs. Richman told me this morning, that
“she hoped I should be as agreeably entertained
this afternoon, as I had been the preceding;
that she expected Mr. Boyer to dine, and take
tea; and doubted not but he would be as attentive
and sincere to me, if not as gay and polite
as the gentleman who obtruded his civilities
yesterday.” I replied that “I had no reason to
doubt the sincerity of the one, or the other,
having never put them to the test, nor did I imagine
I ever should.” “Your friends, Eliza,” said
she, “would be very happy to see you untied to a
man of Mr. Boyer’s worth; and so agreeably
settled, as he has a prospect of being.” “I hope”
said
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said I, “that my friends are not so weary of my
company, as to wish to dispose of me. I am too
happy in my present connections to quit them
for new ones. Marriage is the tomb of friendship.
It appears to me a very selfish state. Why
do people, in general, as soon as they are married,
centre all their cares, their concerns, and
pleasures in their own families? former acquaintances
are neglected or forgotten. The tenderest
ties between friends are weakened, or dissolved;
and benevolence itself moves in a very limited
sphere.” “It is the glory of the marriage
state,” she rejoined, “to refine, by circumscribing
our enjoyments. Here we can repose in safety.
True, we cannot always pay that attention to
former associates, which we may wish; but the
little community which we superintend is quite
as important an object; and certainly renders
us more beneficial to the public. True benevolence,
though it may change its objects, is not
limited by time or place. Its effects are the
same, and aided by a second self, are rendered
more diffusive and salutary.”
Some pleasantry pasted, and we retired to
[Gap in transcription—1–2 charactersflawed-reproduction]ess. When summoned to dinner, I found
Mr. Boyer below. If what is sometimes said be
true, that love is diffident, reserved, and unassuming,suming,
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this man must be tinctured with it.
These symptoms were visible in his deportment
when I entered the room. However, he soon
recovered himself, and the conversation took a
general turn. The festive board was crowned
with sociability, and we found in reality, “The
feast of reason, and the flow of the soul.” After
we rose from table, a walk in the garden was
proposed, an amusement we are all peculiarly
fond of. Mr. Boyer offered me his arm. When
at a sufficient distance from our company, he
begged leave to congratulate himself on having
an opportunity which he had ardently desired
for some time, of declaring to me his attachment;
and of soliciting an interest in my favor;
or, if he might be allowed the term, affection.
I replied, that, “Sir, is indeed laying
claim to an important interest. I believe you
must substitute some more indifferent epithet
for the present.” “Well then,” said he, “if it must
be so, let it be esteem, or friendship.” “Indeed,
Sir,” said I, “you are intitled to them both. Merit
has always a share in that bank; and I know
of none, who has a larger claim on that score
than Mr. Boyer.” I suppose my manner was
hardly serious enough for what he considered a
weighty cause. He was a little disconcerted
but soon regaining his presence of mind, entreated
me, with an air of earnestness, to encourage
his suit, to admit his addresses, and if
possible, to reward his love. I told him, “that
this was rather a sudden affair to me; and so
I could
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I could not answer him without consideration.”
“Well then,” said he, “take what time you think
proper, only relieve my suspense, as soon as may
be. Shall I visit you again to morrow?” “O, not
so soon,” said I. “Next Monday, I believe will
be early enough. I will endeavor to be at
home.” He thanked me even for that favor,
recommended himself once more to my kindness;
and we walked towards the company, returned
with them to the house, and he soon took
leave. I immediately retired to write this letter,
which I shall close, without a single observation
on the subject, until I know your opinion.
Eliza Wharton.
Letter XIII.
To Miss Eliza Wharton.
Hartford.
And so you wish to have my opinion
before you know the result of your own. This
is playing a little too much with my patience.
But, however, I will gratify you this once, in
hopes that my epistle may have a good effect.
You will ask, perhaps, whether I would influence
your judgment? I answer, no; provided
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you will exercise it yourself: but I am a little
apprehensive that your fancy will mislead you.
Methinks I can gather from your letters, a predilection
for this Major Sanford. But he is a
rake, my dear friend; and can a lady of your
delicacy and refinement, think of forming a connection
with a man of that character? I hope not.
Nay, I am confident you do not. You mean only
to exhibit a few more girlish airs, before you
turn matron. But I am persuaded, if you wish to
lead down the dance of life with regularity, you
will not find a more excellent partner than Mr.
Boyer. Whatever you can reasonably expect
in a lover, husband, or friend, you may perceive
to be united in this worthy man. His taste is undebauched,
his manners not vitiated, his morals
uncorrupted. His situation in life is, perhaps,
as elevated as you have a right to claim. Forgive
my plainness, Eliza. It is the task of
friendship, sometimes to tell disagreeable truths.
I know your ambition is to make a distinguished
figure in the first class of polished society; to
shine in the gay circle of fashionable amusements,
and to bear off the palm amidst the votaries of
pleasure. But these are fading honors, unsatisfactory
enjoyments; incapable of gratifying
those immortal principles of reason and religion,
which have been implanted in your mind
by nature; assiduously cultivated by the best of
parents, and exerted, I trust, by yourself. Let me
advise you then, in conducting this affair; an affair
big, perhaps, with your future fate, to lay aside those
coquettish
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coquettish airs which you sometimes put on; and
remember that you are not dealing with a fop,
who will take advantage of every concession;
but with a man of sense and honor, who will
properly estimate you condescension, and frankness.
Act then with that modest freedom, that
dignified unreserve which bespeaks conscious
rectitude and sincerity of heart.
I shall be extremely anxious to hear the process
and progress of this business. Relieve my
impatience, as soon as possible, and believe me
yours, with undissembled affection.
Lucy Freeman.
Letter XIV.
To Miss Lucy Freeman.
New-Haven.
I have received, and read again and
again, your friendly epistle. My reason and
judgment entirely coincide with your opinion;
but my fancy claims some share in the decision:
and I cannot yet tell which will preponderate.
This was the day fixed for deciding Mr. Boyer’s
cause. My friends here gave me a long
[Gap in transcription—3–4 charactersdamaged]tation on his merits. Your letter, likewise,
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had its weight, and I was candidly summing up
the pros and cons in the garden, whither I had
walked (Gen. Richman and lady having rode
out) when I was informed that he was waiting
in the parlor. I went immediately in (a good
symptom, you will say) and received him very
graciously. After the first compliments were
over, he seemed eager to improve the opportunity
to enter directly on the subject of his present
visit. It is needless for me to recite to you,
who have long been acquainted with the whole
process of courtship, the declarations, propositions,
protestations, intreaties, looks, words and
actions of a lover. They are, I believe, much
the same, in the whole sex, allowing for their
different dispositions, educations, and characters.
But you are impatient I know for the conclusion.
You have hastily perused the preceding
lines, and are straining your eye forward
to my part of the farce; for such it may prove
after all. Well then, not to play too long with
the curiosity, which I know to be excited, and
actuated by real friendship, I will receive it. I
think you would have been pleased to have seen
my gravity, on this important occasion. With
all the candor and frankness which I was capable
of assuming, I thus answered his long harangue,
to which I had listened, without interrupting
him. “Self knowledge, sir, that most
important of all sciences, I have yet to learn.
Such have been my situations in life, and the
natural volatility of my temper, that I”[Gap in transcription—3–4 charactersdamaged]
looked
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looked but little into my own heart, in regard
to its future wishes and views. From a scene
of constraint and confinement, ill suited to my
years and inclination, I have just launched into
society. My heart beats high in expectation
of its fancied joys. My sanguine imagination
paints, in alluring colors, the charms of youth
and freedom, regulated by virtue and innocence.
Of these, I wish to partake. While I own myself
under obligations for the esteem which you
are pleased to profess for me, and in return, acknowledge,
that neither your person nor manners
are disagreeable to me, I recoil at the
thought of immediately forming a connection,
which must confine me to the duties of domestic
life, and make me dependent for happiness,
perhaps too, for subsistence, upon a class of
people, who will claim the right of scrutinising
every part of my conduct; and by censuring
those foibles, which I am conscious of not having
prudence to avoid, may render me completely
miserable. While, therefore, I receive
your visits, and cultivate towards you sentiments
of friendship and esteem, I would not have you
consider me as confined to your society, or obligated
to a future connection. Our short acquaintance
renders it impossible for me to decide
what the operations of my mind may hereafter
be. You must either quit the subject, or
l[Gap in transcription—2–3 charactersdamaged]me to the exercise of my free will, which
[Gap in transcription—4–5 charactersdamaged]aps may coincide with your present wishes.
“Madam”, said he, “far is the wish from me to restrainD2
strain
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your person or mind. In your breast I
will repose my cause. It shall be my study to
merit a return of affection; and I doubt not,
but generosity and honor will influence your
conduct towards me. I expect soon to settle
among a generous and enlightened people,
where I flatter myself I shall be exempt from
those difficulties, and embarrassments, to which
too many of my brethren are subject. The
local situation is agreeable, the society refined
and polished; and if, in addition, I may
obtain that felicity which you are formed to
bestow, in a family connection, I shall be happy
indeed.”
He spoke with emphasis. The tear of sensibility
sparkled in his eye. I involuntarily gave
him my hand, which he pressed with ardor to
his lips. Then rising, he walked to the window
to conceal his emotion. I rang the bell
and ordered tea; during, and after which, we
shared that social converse, which is the true
zest of life, and which, I am persuaded, none
but virtuous minds can participate. General
Richman and lady returned with the shades
of the evening. The penetrating eye of
my cousin traced in our countenances the
progress of the cause, and the smile of approbation
animated hers. Mr. Boyer asked the favor
of my company to ride to morrow morning,
which was granted. He tarried to supper and
took his leave. I retired immediately to my
chamber, to which I was followed by [Gap in transcription—3–4 charactersdamaged]
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Richman. I related to her the conversation,
and the encouragement which I had given to Mr.
Boyer. She was pleased; but insisted that I
should own myself somewhat engaged to him.
This, I told her “I should never do to any man,
before the indissoluble knot was tied.” “That”, said
I, “will be time enough to resign my freedom.”
She replied that I had wrong ideas of freedom,
and matrimony; but she hoped that Mr. Boyer
would happily rectify them.
I have now, dear friend, given you an
account of my present situation, and leave you
to judge for yourself concerning it. Write me
your opinion, and believe me ever yours.
Eliza Wharton.
Letter XV.
To Miss Eliza Wharton.
Hartford.
I congratulate you, my dear
Eliza, on the stability of your conduct towards
Mr. Boyer. Pursue the system which you have
[Gap in transcription—5–6 charactersdamaged] and I dare say, that happiness will
[Gap in transcription—5–6 charactersdamaged]ur future days. You are indeed very
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tenacious of your freedom, as you call it; but
that is a play about words. A man of Mr. Boyer’s
honor and good sense will never abridge
any privileges which virtue can claim.
When do you return to embellish our society,
here? I am impatient to see you, and likewise
this amiable man. I am much interested in his favor.
By the way, I am told that Major Sanford has
been to look at the seat of Captain Pribble, which
is upon sale. It is reported that he will probably
purchase it. Many of our gentry are pleased
with the prospect of such a neighbor. “As
an accomplished gentleman,” say they, “he will be
an agreeable addition to our social parties; and
as a man of property, and public spirit, he will
be an advantage to the town”; but, from what
I have heard of him, I am far from supposing
him a desirable acquisition in either of these respects.
A man of vicious character cannot be
a good member of society. In order to that,
his principles and practice must be uncorrupted:
in his morals, at least, he must be a man of probity,
and honor. Of these qualifications, if I mistake
not, this gallant of yours cannot boast.
But I shall not set up for a censor. I hope neither
you nor I shall have much connection with
him. My swain interests himself very much in
your affairs. You will possibly think him impertinent;
but I give his curiosity a sof[Gap in transcription—3–4 charactersdamaged] name
Should I own to you that I place great confidence
in his integrity and honor, y[Gap in transcription—4–5 charactersdamaged] would
perhaps, laugh at my weakness, but[Gap in transcription—6–7 charactersdamaged]
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[Gap in transcription—1–3 charactersflawed-reproduction] have pride enough to keep me above coquettery,
or prudery; and discretion enough, I hope,
to secure me from the errors of both. With
him I have determined to walk the future round
of life. What folly then would it be to affect
reserve and distance, relative to an affair in
which I have so much interest? Not that I am
going to betray your secrets. These I have no
right to divulge; but I must be the judge
what may, and what may not be communicated.
I am very much pressed for an early day of consummation;
but I shall not listen to a request of
that kind, till your return. Such is my regard
for you, that a union of love would be imperfect,
if friendship attended not the rites. Adieu,
Lucy Freeman.
Letter XVI.
To Miss Lucy Freeman.
New-Haven.
We go on charmingly here; almost
as soft and smooth as your ladyship. It seems to
me that love must stagnate, if it have not a light
[Gap in transcription—5–6 charactersdamaged] of discord once in a while to keep it in
motion.
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motion. We have not tried any yet, however.
We had a lovely tour this forenoon; were out
three long hours, and returned to dinner in perfect
harmony.
Mr. Boyer informed me that he should set out
to morrow morning, for his future residence, and
soon put on the sacred bands. He solicited an
epistolary correspondence, at the same time, as
an alleviation of the care which that weighty
charge would bring on his mind. I consented;
telling him, that he must not expect any thing
more than general subjects from me.
We were somewhat interrupted in our confidential
intercourse, in the afternoon, by the arrival
of Major Sanford. I cannot say that I was
not agreeably relieved. So sweet a repast, for
several hours together, was rather sickening to
my taste. My enamorato looked a little mortified
at the cheerful reception which I gave the
intruder, and joined not so placidly in the social
conversation, as I could have wished.
When Mr. Boyer, after the Major took leave,
pressed me to give him some assurance of my
constancy, I only reminded him of the terms
of our engagement. Seeing me decided, he
was silent on the subject, and soon bid me an
affectionate adieu; not expecting, as he told
me, the pleasure of a personal interview again,
for two or three months.
Thus far we have proceeded in this sober business.
A good beginning you will say. Perhaps
it is. I do not, however, feel myself [Gap in transcription—4–5 charactersdamaged]
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ly interested in the progress of the negociation.
Time may consolidate my affections, and enable
me to fix them on some particular object.
At present the most lively emotions of
my heart are those of friendship; that friendship
which I hope you will soon participate with
your faithful
Eliza Wharton.
Letter XVII.
To Mr. Selby.
New-Haven.
I have succeeded in my addresses to
the lovely Eliza Wharton; as far as least as I
had any reason to expect from our short acquaintance.
I find the graces of her person and mind
rise in my esteem; and have already enjoyed,
in her society, some of the happiest hours of my
life. She is kind, affable, and condescending;
yet I must own that I have not been able to infuse
into her bosom, the ardor which I feel in
my own. I know that the native modesty of
the sex would restrain the discovery; but there
[Gap in transcription—3–4 charactersdamaged] animation of countenance, which betrays
[Gap in transcription—3–4 charactersdamaged]nsations of the heart, that I find wanting
[Gap in transcription—5–6 charactersdamaged]n this occasion.
I have just taken leave of my fair, and propose
returning to morrow morning; to take
upon me the solemn charge, which lies with such
weight upon my mind, that I need every support,
both human and divine. Eliza has promised
to correspond with me. From this I anticipate
a source of pleasure, which alone can
atone for her absence.
I am, &c.
J. Boyer.
Letter XVIII.
To Mr. Charles Deighton.
New-Haven.
Do you know, Charles, that I have
commenced lover? I was always a general one;
but now I am somewhat particular. I shall be
the more interested, as I am likely to meet with
difficulties; and it is the glory of a rake, as
well as a christian to combat obstacles. This
same Eliza, of whom I have told you, has really
made more impression on my heart, than I was
aware of; or than the sex, take them as they [Gap in transcription—3–4 charactersdamaged]
are wont to do. But she is besieged by a rake
(a likely lad though.) I know not [Gap in transcription—7–8 charactersdamaged]
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but they are commonly successful with the
girls, even the gayest of them. This one, too,
has the interest of all her friends, as I am told.
I called yesterday, at General Richman’s, and
found this pair together, apparently too happy in
each other’s society for my wishes. I must own,
that I felt a glow of jealousy, which I never experienced
before; and vowed revenge for the
pain it gave me, though but momentary. Yet
Eliza’s reception of me was visibly cordial; nay,
I fancied my company as pleasing to her as that
which she had before. I tarried not long, but left
him to the enjoyment of that pleasure which I flatter
myself will be short-lived. O, I have another
plan in my head; a plan of necessity, which,
you know, is the mother of invention. It is
this: I am very much courted and caressed by
the family of Mr. Lawrence, a man of large
property in this neighborhood. He has only
one child; a daughter, with whom I imagine
the old folks intend to shackle me in the bonds
of matrimony. The girl looks very well. She
has no soul though, that I can discover. She
is heiress, nevertheless, to a great fortune; and
that is all the soul I wish for in a wife. In truth,
Charles, I know of no other way to mend my
circumstances. But lisp not a word of my embarrassments
for your life. Show and equipage
are my hobby-horse; and if any female wish to
share them with me, and will furnish me with the
means of supporting them, I have no objection.
[Gap in transcription—2–3 charactersdamaged]ld I conform to the sober rules of wedded
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life, and renounce those dear enjoyments of dissipation,
in which I have so long indulged, I
know not the lady in the world with whom I
would sooner form a connection of this sort
than with Eliza Wharton. But it will never do.
If my fortune, or hers were better, I would risk
a union; but as they are, no idea of the kind
can be admitted. I shall endeavor, notwithstanding,
to enjoy her company as long as possible.
Though I cannot possess her wholly myself,
I will not tamely see her the property of
another.
I am now going to call at General Richman’s,
in hopes of an opportunity to profess my devotion
to her. I know I am not a welcome
visitor to the family; but I am independent of
their censure or esteem, and mean to act accordingly,
Peter Sanford.
Letter XIX.
To Miss Lucy Freeman.
New-Haven.
I find the ideas of sobriety, and domestic
solitude, I have been cultivating for three
days past, somewhat deranged by the interruption
of a visitor, with whom, I know, you will
not be pleased. It is no other than Major Sanford.
I was walking alone in the garden yesterday,
when he suddenly appeared to my view.
“How happy am I”, said he, “seizing my hand, in
this opportunity of finding you alone; an opportunity,
Miss Wharton, which I must improve
in expatiating on a theme, that fills my heart,
and solely animates my frame.”
I was startled at his impetuosity, and displeased
with his freedom. Withdrawing my hand,
I told him, that my retirement was sacred. He
bowed submissively; begged pardon for his intrusion,
alledged, that he found no body but the
servants in the house; that they informed him, I
was alone in the garden, which intelligence was
too pleasing for him to consult any forms of
ceremony for the regulation of his conduct.
He h[Gap in transcription—2 charactersdamaged] went on rhapsodically to declare his
[Gap in transcription—4–5 charactersdamaged], his suspicions, that I was forming a
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connection with Mr. Boyer, which would effectually
destroy all his hopes of future happiness.
He painted the restraint, the confinement, the
embarrassments to which a woman, connected
with a man of Mr. Boyer’s profession, must be
subjected; however agreeable his person might
be. He asked if my generous mind could submit
to cares and perplexities like these; whether
I could not find greater sources of enjoyment
in a more elevated sphere of life, or share pleasures
better suited to my genius and disposition,
even in a single state? I listened to him involuntarily.
My heart did not approve his sentiments,
but my ear was charmed with his rhetoric,
and my fancy captivated by his address.
He invited my confidence, by the most ardent
professions of friendship, and labored to remove
my suspicions by vows of sincerity. I was induced
by his importunity, gradually to disclose the
state of affairs between Mr. Boyer and myself.
He listened eagerly; “wished not”, he said, “to influence
me unduly; but if I were not otherwise
engaged, might he presume to solicit a
place in my friendship and esteem; be admitted
to enjoy my society, to visit me as an acquaintance,
and to attend my excursions and amusements,
as a brother, if no more?” I replied,
that “I was a pensioner of friendship, at present;
that my friends were extremely refined in their
notions of propriety, and that I had no right to
receive visitants independent of them.” “I understand
you, madam”, said he. “You intimate [Gap in transcription—4–5 charactersdamaged]
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my company is not agreeable to them: but I
know not why. Surely my rank in life is as
elevated; and my knowledge of, and acceptance
in the world, are as extensive as General Richman’s.”
“I hope”, said I, “since we are engaged in
the conversation, that you will excuse my frankness,
if I tell you, that the understanding and
virtue of this worthy couple, induce them, without
any regard to rank, to bestow their esteem
wherever it is merited. I cannot say that you
are not a sharer. Your own heart can best determine,
whether upon their principles, you are,
or not!” He appeared mortified, and chagrined;
and we had walked some distance without exchanging
a word, or a look. At last he rejoined,
“I plead guilty to the charge, madam, which
they have undoubtedly brought against me, of
imprudence and folly is many particulars; yet of
malignancy and vice I am innocent. Brought
up in affluence; innured from my infancy to
the gratification of ever passion; the indulgence
of every wish, it is not strange, that a life of dissipation
and gaiety should prove alluring to a
youthful mind, which had to care but to procure
what it deemed enjoyment. In this pursuit
I have perhaps deviated from the right rules
of discretion, and the harsher laws of morality.”
“But let the veil of charity be drawn ever my
faults; let the eye of candor impartially examine
my present behavior; let the kind and lenient
hand of friendship [Gap in transcription—4–5 charactersflawed-reproduction]in our [Gap in transcription—2 charactersflawed-reproduction]ing my
future steps; and, perhaps, I may not prove unworthyE2
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of associating with the respectable inhabitants
of this happy mansion; for such I am sure
it must be, while honored with Miss Wharton’s
presence. But, circumstanced as you and I are,
at present, I will not sue for your attention, as a
lover; but rest contended, if possible, with that
share of kindness, and regard, which your benevolence
may afford me as a friend.” I bowed
in approbation of his resolution. He pressed
my hand with ardor to his lips; and at
that instant General Richman entered the garden.
He approached us cheerfully, offered Major
Sanford his hand with apparent cordiality,
and told us pleasantly, “that he hoped he should
not be considered as an intruder.” “By no means,
sir,” said Major Sanford. “It is I who have incurred
that imputation. I called this afternoon to
pay you my respects; when being informed that
you and your lady were abroad, and that Miss
Wharton was in the garden, I took the liberty
to invade her retirement. She has graciously
forgiven my crime, and I was just affixing the
seal to my pardon as you entered.”
We then returned into the house. Mrs.
Richman received us politely. During tea, the
conversation turned on literary subjects, in which
I cannot say that the Major bore a very distinguished
part. After he was gone, Mrs. Richman
said, “I hope you have been agreeably entertained,
Miss Wharton?” “I did not chuse my
company, madam,” said I. “Nor,” said she, “did
you refuse it, I presume.” “Would you [Gap in transcription—4–5 charactersdamaged]
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me respect the rights of hospitality towards your
guests, when you are absent, madam?” “If you
had acted from that motive, I own my obligations
to you, my dear; but even that consideration
can hardly reconcile me to the sacrifice
of time, which you have made to the amusement
of a seducer.” “I hope, madam, you do
not think me an object of seduction!” “I do not
think you seducible; nor was Richardson’s
Clarissa, till she made herself the victim, by her
own indiscretion. Pardon me, Eliza, this is a
second Lovelace. I am alarmed by his artful
intrusions. His insinuating attention to you are
characteristic of the man. Come, I presume
you are not interested to keep his secrets, if you
know them. Will you give me a little sketch of
his conversation?” “Most willingly”, said I; and, accordingly,
related the whole. When I had concluded,
she shook her head, and replied, “beware,
my friend, of his arts. Your own heart is too
sincere to suspect treachery and dissimulation
in another; but suffer not your ear to be charmed
by the syren voice of flattery; nor your eye
to be caught by the phantom of gaiety and
pleasure. Remember your engagements to Mr.
Boyer. Let sincerity and virtue be your guides,
and they will lead you to happiness and peace.”
She waited not for an answer, but immediately
rising, begged leave to retire, alledging that she
was fatigued. Gen. Richman accompanied her,
and I hastened to my apartment, where I have
written thus far, and shall send it on for your
comments.
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comments. I begin to think of returning soon
to your circle. One inducement is, that I may
be free from the intrusions of this man. Adieu.
Eliza Wharton.
Letter XX.
To Mrs. M. Wharton.
New-Haven.
From the conversation of the polite,
the sedate, the engaging and the gay; from
corresponding with the learned, the sentimental
and the refined, my heart and my pen
turn with ardor and alacrity to a tender and affectionate
parent, the faithful guardian and guide
of my youth; the unchanging friend of my
riper years. The different dispositions of various
associates, sometimes perplex the mind,
which seeks direction; but in the disinterested
affection of the maternal beast, we fear no dissonance
of passion, no jarring interests, no disunion
of love. In this feat of felicity is every
enjoyment which fancy can form, or friendship,
with affluence, bestow; but still my mind frequently
returns to the happy shades of my nativity.
I wish there to impart my pleasures, and
share the counsels of my best, my long[Gap in transcription—3–4 charactersdamaged]
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and experienced friend. At this time, my dear
mamma, I am peculiarly solicitous for your advice.
I am again inportuned to listen to the voice
of love; again called upon to accept the addresses
of a gentleman of merit and respectability.
You will know the character of the
man, when I tell you, it is Mr. Boyer. But his situation
in life! I dare not enter it. My disposition
is not calculated for that sphere. There are duties
arising from the station, which I fear I should not
be able to fulfil; cares and restraints to which
I could not submit. This man is not disagreeable
to me; but if I must enter the connubial
state, are there not others, who may be equally
pleasing in their persons, and whose profession
may be more conformable to my taste? You,
madam, have passed through this scene of trial,
with honor and applause. But alas! can your
volatile daughter ever acquire your wisdom;
ever possess you resolution, dignity and prudence?
I hope soon to converse with you personally
upon the subject, and to profit by your precepts
and example. I anticipate the hour of my return
to your bosom, with impatience. My daily
thoughts and nightly dreams restore me to the
society of my beloved mamma; and, till I enjoy
it in reality, I subscribe myself your dutiful
daughter,
Eliza Wharton.
Letter XXI.
To Miss Eliza Wharton.
Hartford.
How welcome to me, my dear Eliza,
are the tidings of your return? My widowed
heart has mourned your absence, and languished
for the company of its now, dearest connection.
When stript of one dependence, the mind naturally
collects, and rests itself in another. Your father’s
death deprived me, for a while, of every
enjoyment. But a reviving sense of the duties
which I owed to a rising family, roused em
from the lethargy of grief. In my cares I found
an alleviation of my sorrows. The expanding virtues
of my children soothed and exhilerated my
drooping spirits; and my attention to their education,
and interest, was amply rewarded by
their proficiency and duty. In them, every hope,
every pleasure now centres. They are the axis
on which revolves the temporal felicity of their
mother. Judge then, my dear, how anxiously
I must watch, how solicitously I must regard
every circumstance which relates to their
welfare and prosperity! Exquisitely alive to
these sensations, your letter awakens my hopes
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and my fears. As you are young and
charming, a thousand dangers lurk unseen around
you. I wish you to find a friend and
protector, worthy of being rewarded by your
love and your society. Such a one, I think,
Mr. Boyer will prove. I am, therefore, sorry,
since there can be no other, that his profession
should be an objection in your mind. You say,
that I have experienced the scenes of trial, connected
with that station. I have, indeed; and
I will tell you the result of this experience. It
is, that I have found it replete with happiness.
No class of society has domestic enjoyment
more at command, than clergymen. Their
circumstances are generally a decent competency.
They are removed alike from the perplexing
cares of want, and from the distracting
parade of wealth. They are respected by all
ranks, and partakers of the best company.
With regard to its being a dependent situation,
what one is not so? Are we not all links in the
great chain of society, some more, some less important;
but each upheld by others, throughout
the confederate whole? In whatever situation
we are placed, our greater or less degree
of happiness must be derived from ourselves.
Happiness is in a great measure the result of our
own dispositions and actions. Let us conduct
uprightly and justly; with propriety and steadiness;
not servilely cringing for favor, nor arrogantly
claiming more attention and respect than
our due; let us bear with fortitude the providential,dential,
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and unavoidable evils of life, and we
shall spend our days with respectability and contentment,
at least.
I will not expatiate on the topic of your
letter, till we have a personal interview, for
which I am, indeed, impatient. Return, my
daughter, as soon as politeness will allow, to
your expecting friends; more especially, to the
fond embraces of your affectionate mother,
M. Wharton.
Letter XXII.
To Miss Eliza Wharton.
Hampshire.
Can time, can distance, can absence
allay, or extinguish the sentiments of refined affection,
the ardor of true love? No, my dear
Eliza. If I may judge by my own heart, I shall
say they cannot. Amidst the parade which
has attended me, the interesting scenes in which
I have been engaged, and the weighty cares,
which have occupied my attention, your idea
has been the solace of my retired moments;
the soother of every anxious thought. I recal,
with pleasure, the conversation which we have
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shared. I dwell with rapture on the marks of
favor which I have received from you. My
first wish is the continuance and increase of these
favors; my highest ambition, to deserve them.
I look forward and anticipate with impatience,
the future enjoyment of your society; and hope
we shall one day experience the reality of those
beautiful lines of Thompson:
Mr. Selby, my particular friend, will have the
honor of delivering this letter. He will be able
to give you any information, relative to our public
transactions, which you may wish. May I
solicit the favor of a line, through him, in return?
It will relieve, in some measure, the tediousness
of this separation. I intend to pay my
respects to you personally, in about a fortnight;
till when, I subscribe myself your sincere and affectionate
friend,
J. Boyer.
Letter XXIII.
To the Rev. J. Boyer.
New-Haven.
I have executed your commission,
and have been amply rewarded for my trouble, by
the pleasure I enjoyed in the society of the agreeable
family to which I was introduced; especially
of the amiable and accomplished lady, who
is the object of your particular regard. I think
she fully justifies your partiality to her. She
appears to possess both the virtues and the graces.
Her form is fine, and her countenance interests
us at once in her favor. There is a mixture
of dignity and ease, which commands respect,
and conciliates affection. After these encomiums,
will you permit me to say, there is an air
of gaiety in her appearance and deportment,
which favors a little of coquetry. I am persuaded,
however, that she has too much good
sense to practise its arts. She received your letter
very graciously, asked leave to retire a few
moments; and returned with a smile of complacency
on her brow, which I construe favorably
to you.
There was a Mr. Laurence, with his lady and
daughter, and a certain Major Sanford, at the
house. The latter, I believe, in the modern
sense of the phrase, is much of a gentleman, that
[Gap in transcription—2–3 charactersflawed-reproduction], a man of show and fashion.
Miss Wharton asked me, when I should leave
[Gap in transcription—1–2 charactersflawed-reproduction]wn, and when I should return, or have an opportunity
of conveyance to Hampshire? I told
[Gap in transcription—2–3 charactersflawed-reproduction]er I should write by the next post, and if she
had any commands, would be happy to execute
them. “She would send a line to her friend”, she
said, “if I would take the trouble to inclose it in
my letter.” I readily consented; and told her,
that “I would call and receive her favor to morrow
morning.” This chit-chat was a little aside;
but I could not but observe, that the foresaid
Major Sanford had dropped his part in the conversation
of the rest of the company, and was
extending to us, though he endeavored to
conceal his attention, by looking carelessly over
[Gap in transcription—1–2 charactersflawed-reproduction] play, which lay on the window by him. Yet
he evidently watched every word and action of
Miss Wharton, as if he were really interested in
her movements.
It is said she has many admirers, and I conceive
it very possible that this may be one of
them; though, truly, I do not think that she
would esteem such a conquest any great honor.
I now joined in the general topic of conversation,
which was politics. Mrs. Richman and
Miss Wharton judiciously, yet modestly bore a
[Gap in transcription—3–4 charactersflawed-reproduction] while the other ladies amused themselves
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with Major Sanford, who was making his sage
remarks on the play, which he still kept in his
hand. General Richman at length observed,
that we had formed into parties. Major Sanford,
upon this, laid aside his book. Miss Laurence
simplered; and looked as if she was well
pleased with being in a party with so fine a man;
while her mother replied, that she never meddled
with politics; she thought they did not belong
to ladies. “Miss Wharton and I”, said Mrs.
Richman, “must beg leave to differ from you,
madam. We think ourselves interested in the
welfare and prosperity of our country; and, consequently,
claim the right of inquiring into those
affairs, which may conduce to, or interfere with
the common weal. We shall not be called to
the senate or the field to assert its privileges, and
defend its rights, but we shall feel for the honor
and safety of our friends and connections,
who are thus employed. If the community
flourish and enjoy health and freedom, shall we
not share in the happy effects? if it be oppressed
and disturbed, shall we not endure our
proportion of the evil? Why then should the
love of our country be a masculine passion only?
Why should government, which involves
the peace and order of the society, of which
we are a part, be wholly excluded from our observation?”
Mrs. Laurence made some slight reply
and waved the subject. The gentlemen
applauded Mrs. Richman’s sentiments as truly
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Roman; and what was more, they said, “truly
republican”.
I rose to take leave, observing to Miss Wharton,
that I should call to morrow, as agreed.
Upon this, Gen. Richman politely requested the
favor of my company at dinner. I accepted
his invitation, and bid them good night. I shall
do the same to you for the present; as I intend,
to morrow to scribble the cover, which is to inclose
your Eliza’s letter.
T. Selby.
Letter XXIV.
To the Rev. J. Boyer.
New-Haven.
I resume my pen, having just returned
from Gen. Richman’s; not with an expectation,
however, of your reading this, till
you have perused, and reperused the inclosed.
I can bear such neglect, in this case, as I have
been alike interest myself.
I went to Gen. Richman’s at twelve o’clock.
About a mile from thence, upon turning a corner,
I observed a gentleman and lady on horseback,
some way before me, riding a very moderate
pace, and seemingly in close conversation.
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I kept at the same distance from them, till I saw
them stop at the General’s gate. I then put on,
and coming up with them, just as they alighted,
and was surprised to find them no other than
Major Sanford and Miss Wharton. They were
both a little disconcerted at my salutation; I
know not why. Miss Wharton invited him in;
but he declined, being engaged to dine. Gen.
Richman received us at the door. As I handed
Miss Wharton in, he observed jocosely, that
she had changed company. “Yes sir”, she replied,
“more than once, since I went out, as
you doubtless observed.” “I was not aware,”
said Mrs. Richman, “that Major Sanford was to
be of your party to day.” “It was quite accidental,
madam,” said Miss Wharton. Miss Laurence
and I had agreed last evening, to take a
little airing, this forenoon. A young gentleman,
a relation of her’s, who is making them a
visit, was to attend us. We had not rode
more than two miles, when we were overtaken
by Major Sanford, who very politely asked leave
to join our party. Miss Laurence very readily
consented; and we had a very sociable ride.
The fineness of the day induced me to protract
the enjoyment of it abroad; but Miss Laurence
declined riding so far as I proposed, as she had
engaged company to dine. We therefore parted
till evening, when we are to meet again.
“What, another engagement!” said Mrs. Richman.
“Only to the assembly, madam. May I inquire
after your gallant, my dear?” “But I have no
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right, perhaps, to be inquisitive,” said Mrs. Richman.
Miss Wharton made no reply; and the
conversation took a general turn. Miss Wharton
sustained her part with great propriety. Indeed,
she discovers a fund of useful knowledge,
and extensive reading, which render her peculiarly
entertaining; while the brilliancy of her
wit, the fluency of her language, the vivacity
and ease of her manners, are inexpressibly engaging.
I am going myself to the assembly this
evening, though I did not mention it to General
Richman; I therefore took my leave soon after
dinner.
I have heard so much in praise of Miss Wharton’s
penmanship, in addition to her other endowments,
that I am almost tempted to break
the seal of her letter to you; but I forbear. Wishing you much happiness in the perusal of
it, and more in the possession of its writer, I subscribe
myself, yours, &c.
T. Selby.
Letter XXV.
To the Rev. J. Boyer.
New-Haven.
Sir,
Your favor of the 4th inst. came to
hand yesterday. I received it with pleasure,
and embrace this early opportunity of contributing
my part to a correspondence, tending to
promote a friendly and social intercourse. An
epistolary communication between the sexes has
been with some, a subject of satire and censure;
but unjustly, in my opinion. With persons of
refinement and information, it may be a source
of entertainment and utility. The knowledge
and masculine virtues of your sex may be softened,
and rendered more diffusive by the inquisitiveness,
vivacity, and docility of ours; drawn
forth and exercised by each other.
In regard to the particular subject of your’s I
shall be silent. Ideas of that kind are better conveyed,
on my part, by words than by the pen.
I congratulate you on your agreeable settlement,
and hope it will be productive of real and
lasting happiness. I am convinced that felicity
is not confined to any particular station, or conditiondition
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in life; yet methinks some are better calculated
to afford it to me, than others.
Your extract from a favorite poet is charmingly
descriptive; but is it not difficult to ascertain
what we can pronounce “an elegant sufficiency?”
Perhaps you will answer as some others
have done, We can attain it by circumscribing
our wishes within the compass of our abilities.
I am not very avaricious; yet I must own that
I should like to enjoy it without so much trouble
as that would cost me.
Excuse my seeming levity. You have flattered
my cheerfulness by commending it; and
must, therefore, indulge me in the exercise of it.
I cannot conveniently be at the pains of restraining
its sallies, when I write in confidence.
Is a sprightly disposition, in your view, indicative
of a giddy mind, or an innocent heart? Of
the latter, I presume; for I know you are not
a misanthrope.
We expect the pleasure of Mr. Selby’s company
to dinner. You are, certainly, under
obligations to his friendship for the liberal encomiums
he bestowed on you, and your prospects
yesterday. Mrs. Richman rallied me after he
was gone, on my listening ear. The General
and she unite in requesting me to present their
respects. Wishing you health and happiness, I
subscribe myself your friend,
Eliza Wharton.
Letter XXVI.
To Miss Lucy Freeman.
New-Haven.
I am perplexed and embarrassed, my
friend, by the assiduous attentions of this Major
Sanford. I shall write circumstantially, and
frankly to you, that I may have the benefit of
your advice. He came here, last Monday, in
company with Mr. Laurence, his wife, and
daughter, to make us a visit. While they were
present, a Mr. Selby, a particular friend of Mr.
Boyer, came in, and delivered me a letter from
him. I was really happy in the reception of this
proof of his affection. His friend gave a very
flattering account of his situation and prospects.
The watchful eye of Major Sanford traced
every word and action, respecting Mr. Boyer,
with an attention, which seemed to border on
anxiety. That, however, did not restrain, but
rather accelerate my vivacity and inquisitiveness
on the subject; for I wished to know
whether it would produce any real effect upon
him, or not.
After Mr. Selby’s departure, he appeared pensive,
and thoughtful, the remainder of the
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evening; and evidently sought an opportunity
of speaking to me aside; which I studiously
avoided. Miss Laurence and I formed
an engagement to take an airing in the
morning on horseback; attended by a relation
of hers, who is now with them. They
called for me about ten, when we immediately
set out upon our preconcerted excursion. We
had not proceeded far, before we were met by
Major Sanford. He was extremely polite, and
finding our destination was not particular, begged
leave to join our party. This was granted,
and we had an agreeable tour for several miles;
the time being passed in easy, and unstudied remarks
upon obvious occurrences. Maj. Sanford
could not, however, conceal his particular attention
to me, which rather nettled Miss Laurence.
She grew somewhat serious, and declined
riding so far as we had intended; alledging
that she expected company to dine.
Major Sanford understanding that she was
going to the assembly in the evening with Mr.
Gordon, solicited me to accept a ticket and form
a party with them. The entertainment was
alluring, and I consented. When we had parted
with Miss Laurence, Major Sanford insisted
on my riding a little farther; saying, “he must
converse with me on a particular subject; and
if I refused him this opportunity, that he must
visit me, at my residence, let it offend whom it
would.” I yielded to his importunity; and we
rode on. He then told me that his mind was
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in a state of suspense and agitation, which was
very painful to bear; and which I only could
relieve; that my cheerful reception of Mr. Boyer’s
letter, yesterday, and deportment respecting
him, had awakened in his breast all the pangs
of jealousy, which the most ardent love could
feel; that my treatment of Mr. Boyer’s friend
convinced him that I was more interested in his
affairs than I was willing to own; that he foresaw
himself to be condemned to an eternal separation;
and the total loss of my favor and society,
as soon as time and circumstances would
allow.
His zeal, his pathos, alarmed me. I begged
him to be calm. “To you,” said I, “as a friend,
I have intrusted my situation in relation to Mr.
Boyer. You know that I am under no special
obligation to him; and I do not intend to form
any immediate connection.” “Mr. Boyer must
have different ideas, madam; and he has reason
for them, if I may judge by appearances. When
do you expect another visit from him?” “In about
a fortnight.” “And is my fate to be then decided;
and so decided, as I fear it will be, through
the influence of your friends, if not by your
own inclination?” “My friends, sir, will not control;
they will only advise to what they think
most for my interest; and I hope, that my conduct
will not be unworthy of their approbation.”
“Pardon me, my dear Eliza,” said he, “if I am
impertinent; it is my regard for you which impels
me to the presumption. Do you intend to
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give your hand to Mr. Boyer?” “I do not intend
to give my hand to any man at present. I
have but lately entered society; and wish, for
a while, to enjoy my freedom, in the participation
of pleasures, suited to my age and sex.”
“These,” said he, “you are aware, I suppose, when
you form a connection with that man, you must
renounce; and content yourself with a confinement
to the tedious round of domestic duties,
the pedantic conversation of scholars, and the invidious
criticisms of a whole town.” “I have
been accustomed,” said I, “and am therefore attached
to men of letters; and as to the praise
or censure of the populace, I hope always to
enjoy that approbation of conscience, which will
render me superior to both. But you forget
your promise, not to talk in this style; and
have deviated far from the character of a friend
and brother, with which you consented to
rest satisfied.” “Yes, but I find myself unequal
to the task. I am not stoic enough, tamely to
make so great a sacrifice. I must plead for an
interest in your favor, till you banish me from
your presence, and tell me plainly that you
hate me”. We had by this time reached the
gate; and as we dismounted, were unexpectedly
accosted by Mr. Selby, who had come agreeably
to his promise, to dine with us, and receive
my letter to Mr. Boyer.
Major Sanford took his leave as General
Richman appeared at the door. The General
and his lady rallied me on my change of company;G
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but very prudently concealed their sentiments
of Major Sanford, while Mr. Selby was
present. Nothing material occurred before, and
during dinner; soon after which, Mr. Selby
went away. I retired to dress for the assembly;
and had nearly completed the labor of the toilet,
when Mrs. Richman entered. “My friendship for
you, my dear Eliza,” said she, “interests me so
much in your affairs, that I cannot repress my
curiosity to know who has the honor of your
hand, this evening.” “If it be any honor,” said I,
“it will be confered on Major Sanford.” “I think
it is far too great to be thus bestowed,” returned
she. “It is perfectly astonishing to me, that the
virtuous part of my sex will countenance, caress,
and encourage those men, whose profession it is
to blast their reputation, destroy their peace, and
triumph in their infamy!” “Is this, madam, the
avowed design of Major Sanford?” “I know not
what he avows; but his practice too plainly
bespeaks his principles and views.” “Does he
now practice the arts you mention; or do you
refer to past follies?” “I cannot answer for his
present conduct; his past has established his
character.” “You, madam, are an advocate for
charity; that, perhaps, if exercised in this instance
might lead you to think it possible for
him to reform; to become a valuable member
of society; and, when connected with a lady of
virtue and refinement, to be capable of making
a good husband. I cannot conceive that such a
lady would be willing to risk her all [Gap in transcription—2–3 charactersdamaged] in the
slender prospect of his reformation.” “I h[Gap in transcription—2–3 charactersdamaged]e the
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me with whom I am conversing, has no inclination
to so hazardous, an experiment. Why,
not much.” “Not much! If you have any, why
do you continue to encourage Mr. Boyer’s addresses?”
“I am not sufficiently acquainted with
either yet, to determine which to take. At present,
I shall not confine myself in any way. In
regard to these men, my fancy and my judgment
are in scales. Sometimes one preponderates,
sometimes the other. Which will finally
outweigh, time alone can reveal.” “O my cousin,
beware of the delusions of fancy! Reason must be
our guide, if we would expect durable happiness.”
At this instant a servant opened the
door, and told me that Major Sanford waited in
the parlor. Being ready, I wished Mrs. Richman
a good evening, and went down. Neither
General Richman nor his lady appeared. He
therefore handed me immediately into his phaeton,
and we were soon in the assembly room.
I was surprised, on my entrance, to find Mr.
Selby there, as he did not mention, at dinner, his
intention of going. He attached himself to our
party; and, in the intervals of dancing, took every
opportunity of conversing with me. These,
however, were not many; for Major Sanford
assiduously precluded the possibility of my being
much engaged by any one else. We passed the
evening very agreeably; but the Major’s importunity
was rather troublesome, as we returned
home. He insisted upon my declaring whether
Mr. Boyer really possessed my affections; and
whether I intended to confer myself on him or
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not. “If,” said he, “you answer me in the affirmative,
I must despair; but if you have not absolutely
decided against me, I will still hope, that
my persevering assiduity, my faithful love, may
at last be rewarded.” I told him that “I was under
no obligation to give him any account of
my disposition towards another; and that he
must remember the terms of our present association,”
to which he had subscribed. I therefore
begged him to wave the subject now, if not
forever. He asked my pardon, if he had been
impertinent; but desired leave to renew his request,
that I would receive his visits, his friendly
visits. I replied that “I could not grant this;
and that he must blame himself, not me, if he
was an unwelcome guest at General Richman’s.”
He lamented the prejudices which my friends
had imbibed against him; but flattered himself
that I was more literal than to be influenced by
them, without any positive proof of demerit; as
it was impossible that his conduct towards me
should ever deviate from the strictest rules of
honor and love.
What shall I say now, my friend? This man,
to an agreeable person has superadded, graceful
manners, an amiable temper, and a fortune
sufficient to ensure the enjoyments of all the
pleasing varieties of social life. Perhaps a gay
disposition, and a lax education may have betrayed
him into some scenes of dissipation. But
is it not an adage generally received, that “a
reformed rake makes the best husband?” [Gap in transcription—3–4 charactersdamaged]
fancy leads me for happiness to the [Gap in transcription—3–4 charactersdamaged]
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haunts of fashionable life. I am at present, and
know not but I ever shall be, too volatile for a
confinement to domestic avocations, and sedentary
pleasures. I dare not, therefore, place my
self in a situation where these must be indispensable.
Mr. Boyer’s person, and character are
agreeable. I really esteem the man. My reason
and judgment, as I have observed before,
declare for a connection with him, as a state of
tranquility and rational happiness. But the
idea of relinquishing those delightful amusements
and flattering attentions, which wealth and equipage
bestow, is painful. Why were not
the virtues of the one, and the graces and affluence
of the other combined? I should then have
been happy indeed! But, as the case now stands,
I am loath to give up either; being doubtful
which will conduce most to my felicity.
Pray write me impartially; let me know
your real sentiments, for I rely greatly upon
your opinion
I am, &c.
Eliza Wharton.
Letter XXVII.
To the Rev. Mr. Boyer.
New-Haven.
I am quite a convert to Pope’s assertion,
that “Every woman is, at heart, a
rake.” How else can we account for the pleasure
which they evidently receive from the society,
the flattery, the caresses of men of that
character? Even the most virtuous of them
seem naturally prone to gaiety, to pleasure, and,
I had almost said, to dissipation! How else shall
we account for the existence of this disposition,
in your favorite fair? It cannot be the result of
her education. Such a one as she has received,
is calculated to give her a very different turn of
mind. You must forgive me, my friend, for
I am a little vexed, and alarmed on your account.
I went last evening to the assembly, as
I told you in my last that I intended. I was
purposely without a partner, that I might have
the liberty to exercise my gallantry, as circumstances
should invite. Indeed, I must own,
that my particular design was, to observe
Miss Wharton’s movements, being rather inclinedclined
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to jealousy in your behalf. She was
handed into the assembly room by Major
Sanford. The brilliance of their appearance,
the levity of their manners, and the contrast
of their characters I found to be a general
subject of speculation. I endeavored to associate
with Miss Wharton, but found it impossible
to detach her a moment from the coxcomb
who attended her. If she has any idea of a
connection with you, why does she continue to
associate with another, especially with one of
so opposite a description? I am seriously afraid,
that there is more intimacy between them, than
there ought to be, considering the encouragement
she has given you.
I hope you will not be offended by my freedom
in this matter. It originates in a concern
for your honor and future happiness. I am
anxious, lest you should be made the dupe of a
coquette, and your peace of mind fall a sacrifice
to an artful debauchee. Yet I must believe
that Miss Wharton has, in reality, all that virtue
and good sense of which she enjoys the reputation;
but her present conduct is mysterious.
I have said enough (more than I ought, perhaps)
to awaken your attention to circumstances,
which may lead to important events. If they appear
of little, or no consequence to you, you
will at least ascribe the mention of them to
motives of sincere regard, in your friend and
humble servant,
T. Selby.
Letter XXVIII.
To Mr. Charles Deighton.
New-Haven.
I go on finely with my amour. I
have every encouragement that I could wish.
Indeed my fair one does not verbally declare in
my favor; but then, according to the vulgar
proverb, “that actions speak louder than words”, I
have no reason to complain; since she evidently
approves my gallantry, is pleased with my
company, and listens to my flattery. Her sagatious
friends have undoubtedly given her a
detail of my vices. If, therefore, my past conduct
has been repugnant to her notions of propriety,
why does she not act consistently, and refuse
at once to associate with a man whose character
she cannot esteem? But no; that, Charles, is
no part of the female plan: our entrapping a few
of their sex, only discovers the gaiety of our dispositions,
the insinuating graces of our manners,
and the irresistible charms of our persons and
address. These qualifications are very alluring
to the sprightly fancy of the fair. They
think to enjoy the pleasures which result from
this source; while their vanity and ignorance
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prompt each one to imagine herself superior to
delusion; and to anticipate the honor of reclaiming
the libertine, and reforming the rake!
I dont know, however, but this girl will
really have that merit with me; for I am
so much attached to her, that I begin to suspect
I should sooner become a convert to sobriety
than lose her. I cannot find that I have
made much impression on her heart as yet.
Want of success in this point mortifies me extremely,
as it is the first time I ever failed. Besides,
I am apprehensive that she is prepossessed
in favor of the other swain, the clerical lover,
whom I have mentioned to you before. The
chord, therefore, upon which I play the most,
is the dissimilarity of their dispositions and
pleasures. I endeavor to detach her from him,
and disaffect her towards him; knowing, that
if I can separate them entirely, I shall be
more likely to succeed in my plan. Not that I
have any thoughts of marrying her myself;
that will not do at present. But I love her too
well to see her connected with another for life.
I must own myself a little revengeful too in this
affair. I wish to punish her friends, as she calls
them, for their malice towards me; for their
cold and negligent treatment of me whenever
I go to the house. I know that to frustrate their
designs of a connection between Mr. Boyer and
Eliza would be a grievous disappointment. I
have not yet determined to seduce her, though,
with all her pretension to virtue, I do not think
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it impossible. And if I should, she can blame
none but herself, since she knows my character,
and has no reason to wonder if I act consistently
with it. If she will play with a lion, let her beware
of his paw, I say. At present, I wish innocently
to enjoy her society; it is a luxury which
I never tasted before. She is the very soul
of pleasure. The gayest circle is irradiated by
her presence, and the highest entertainment receives
its greatest charm from her smiles. Besides,
I have purchased the seat of Capt. Pribble,
about a mile from her mother’s; and can
I think of suffering her to leave the neighborhood,
just as I enter it? I shall exert every
nerve to prevent that, and hope to meet with
the usual success of
Peter Sanford.
Letter XXIX.
To Miss Eliza Wharton.
Hartford.
You desire me to write to you, my
friend; but if you had not, I should by no
means have refrained. I tremble at the precipice
on which you stand; and must echo, and
re-echo the seasonable admonition of the excellentlent
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Mrs. Richman, “Beware of the delusions
of fancy!” You are strangely infatuated by
them! Let not the magic arts of that worthless
Sanford lead you, like an ignis fatuus from the
path of rectitude and virtue!
I do not find, in all your conversations with
him, that one word about marriage drops from
his lips. This is mysterious? No, it is characteristic
of the man. Suppose, however, that
his views are honorable; yet what can you expect,
what can you promise yourself from such
a connection? “A reformed rake,” you say,
“makes the best husband;” a trite, but a very
erroneous maxim, as the fatal experience of
thousands of our sex can testify. In the first
place, I believe that rakes very seldom do reform,
while their fortunes and constitutions enable
them to pursue their licentious pleasures. But
even allowing this to happen, can a woman of
refinement and delicacy enjoy the society of a
man, whose mind has been corrupted, whose
taste has been vitiated, and who has contracted
a depravity of both sentiment and manners,
which no degree of repentance can wholly
efface? Besides, of true love they are absolutely
incapable. Their passions have been too much
hackneyed to admit so pure a flame. You cannot
anticipate sincere and lasting respect from
them. They have been so long accustomed to the
company of those of our sex, who observe no
esteem; that the greatest dignity and purity of
character can never excite it in their breasts. They
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are naturally prone to jealousy. Habituated to
an intercourse with the baser part of the sex, they
level the whole, and seldom believe any to be incorruptible.
They are always hard hearted and
cruel. How else could they triumph in the
miseries which they frequently occasion? Their
specious manners may render them agreeable
companions abroad; but at home the evil propensities
of their minds will invariably predominate.
They are steeled against the tender affections,
which render domestic life delightful;
strangers to the kind, the endearing sympathies
of husband, father, and friend! The thousand
nameless attentions which soften the rugged
path of life, are neglected, and deemed unworthy
of notice by persons who have been innured
to scenes of dissipation and debauchery! and is
a man of this description to be the partner, the
companion, the bosom friend of my Eliza?
Forbid it heaven! Let not the noble qualities,
so lavishly bestowed upon her, be thus unworthily
sacrificed!
You seem to be particularly charmed with the
fortune of Major Sanford; with the gaiety of
his appearance; with the splendor of his equipage;
with the politeness of his manners; with
what you call the graces of his person! These,
alas! are superficial, ensnaring endowments.
As to fortune, prudence, economy, and regularity
are necessary to preserve it, when possessed.
Of these Major Sanford is certainly destitute;
unless common fame (which more frequently
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tells truth than some are willing to allow) does
him great injustice. As to external parade, it
will not satisfy the rational mind, when it aspires
to those substantial pleasures for which
yours is formed. And as to the graces of
person and manners, they are but a wretched
substitute for those virtues which adorn and
dignify human life. Can you, who have always
been used to serenity and order in a family, to
rational, refined and improving conversation,
relinquish them, and launch into the whirlpool
of frivolity, where the correct taste and the delicate
sensibility which you possess must constantly
be wounded by the frothy and illiberal sallies
of licentious wit?
This, my dear, is but a faint picture of the
situation to which you seem inclined! Reverse
the scene, and you will perceive the alternative,
which is submitted to your option in a virtuous
connection with Mr. Boyer. Remember that
you are acting for life; and that your happiness
in this world; perhaps in the next, depends on
your present choice!
I called, last evening, to see your mamma. She
is fondly anticipating your return; and rejoicing
in the prospect of your agreeable and speedy
settlement. I could not find it in my heart to distress
her by intimating that you had other views.
I wish her benevolent bosom never more to feel
the pangs of disappointed hope.
I am busily engaged in preparing for my
nuptials. The solemn words “as long as ye
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both shall live,” render me thoughtful and serious.
I hope for your enlivening presence soon;
which will prove a seasonable cordial to the spirits
of your
Lucy Freeman.
Letter XXX.
To Miss Lucy Freeman.
New-Haven.
I believe your spirits need a cordial
indeed, my dear Lucy; after drawing so dreadful
a portrait of my swain. But I call him mine
no longer. I renounce him entirely. My
friends shall be gratified. And if their predictions
are verified, I shall be happy in a union
with the man of their choice. General Richman
and lady have labored abundantly to prove
that my ruin was inevitable if I did not immediately
break all intercourse with Major Sanford.
I promised a compliance with their wishes; and
have accomplished the task, though a hard one I
found it. Last Thursday he was here, and desired
leave to spend an hour with me. I readily
consented, assuring my friends it should
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be the last hour, which I would ever spend in
his company.
He told me that he was obliged to leave town
for a few days; and, as I should probably see
Mr. Boyer, before his return, he could no depart
in peace without once more endeavoring to
interest me in his favor; to obtain some token
of esteem, some glimpse of hope, that I would not
utterly reject him, to support him in his absence.
I thanked him for the polite attention he had
paid me, since our acquaintance; told him that I
should ever retain a grateful sense of his partiality
to me; that he would ever share my best wishes;
but that all connection of the kind, to which
he alluded, must from that time, for ever cease.
He exerted all his eloquence to obtain a retraction
of that sentence, and ran, with the
greatest volubility, through all the protestations,
prayers, entreaties, professions and assurances
which love could feel or art contrive. I had resolution,
however, to resist them, and to command
my own emotions on the occasion, better than
my natural sensibility gave me a reason to expect.
Finding every effort vain, he rose precipitately,
and bade me adieu. I urged his tarrying to
tea; but he declined, saying, that “he must retire
to his chamber, being, in his present state of
mind, unfit for any society; as he was banished
from mine.” I offered him my hand, which he
pressed with ardor to his lips, and bowing in silence,
left the room.
Thus terminated this affair; an affair, which,
perhaps, was only the effect of mere gallantry
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on his part, and of unmeaning pleasantry on
mine; and which, I am sorry to say, has given
my friends so much anxiety and concern. I am
under obligations to them for their kind solicitude,
however causeless it may have been.
As an agreeable companion, as a polite and
finished gallant, Major Sanford is all that the
most lively fancy could wish. And as you have
always affirmed that I was a little inclined to coquetry,
can you wonder at my exercising it upon
so happy a subject? Besides, when I thought
more seriously, his liberal fortune was extremely
alluring to me, who, you know, have been
hitherto confined to the rigid rules of prudence
and economy, not to say, necessity in my finances.
Miss Laurence called on me yesterday, as she
was taking the air, and asked me “whether Major
Sanford took leave of me when he left town?”
“He was here last week”, said I, “but I did not know
that he was gone away.” “O yes”, she replied,
“ heishe is gone to take possession of his seat, which
he has lately purchased of Captain Pribble. I
am told it is superb; and it ought to be, if it
have the honor of his residence”. “Then you
have a great opinion of Major Sanford”, said I.
“Certainly; and has not everybody else?” said
she. “I am sure he is a very fine gentleman.”
Mrs. Richman smiled rather contemptuously,
and I changed the subject.
I believe that the innocent heart of this simple
girl is a little taken in.
I have just received a letter from Mr. Boyer,
in the usual style. He expects the superlative
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happiness of kissing my hand next week. O
dear! I believe I must begin to fix my phiz. Let
me run to the glass and try if I can make up one
that will look madamish. Yes, I succeeded very well.
I congratulate you on your new neighbor;
but I advise friend George to have the guardian
knot tied immediately, lest you should be ensnared
by this bewitching ’squire.
I have been trying to seduce General Richman
to accompany me to the assembly, this evening,
but cannot prevail. Were Mrs. Richman
able to go with us, he would be very happy
to wait on us together; but to tell the truth, he
had rather enjoy her company at home, than
any which is to be found abroad. I rallied him
on his old fashioned taste; but my heart approved
and applauded his attachment. I despise
the married man or woman, who harbors
an inclination to partake of separate pleasures.
I am told, that a servant man inquires for me
below; the messenger of some enamoured swain,
I suppose. I will step down and learn what message
he brings―
Nothing extraordinary; it is only a card of
compliments from a Mr. Emmons, a respectable
merchant of this city, requesting the honor to
wait on me to the assembly this evening. A
welcome request, which I made no hesitation to
grant. If I must resign these favorite amusements,
let me enjoy as large a share as possible,
till the time arrive. Adieu. I must repair to
the toilet and adorn for a new conquest, the
person of
Eliza Wharton.
Letter XXXI.
To Miss Eliza Wharton.
Hartford.
I am very happy to find you are in so
good spirits, Eliza, after parting with your favorite
swain. For I perceive that he is really the
favorite of your fancy, though your heart cannot
esteem him; and, independent of that, no
sensations can be durable.
I can tell you some news of this strange
man. He has arrived, and taken possession of
his seat. Having given general invitations, he has
been called upon and welcomed by most of the
neighboring gentry. Yesterday he made an elegant
entertainment. Friend George (as you call
him) and I were of the number, who had cards.
Twenty one couple went, I am told. We did
not go. I consider my time too valuable to be
spent in cultivating acquaintance with a person
from whom neither pleasure nor improvement
are to be expected. His profuseness may bribe
the unthinking multitude to show him respect;
but he must know, that though
I look upon the vicious habits, and abandoned
character of Major Sanford, to have more
pernicious effects on society, than the perpetrations
of the robber and the assassin. These,
when detected, are rigidly punished by the
laws of the land. If their lives be spared,
they are shunned by society, and treated with
every mark of disapprobation and contempt.
But to the disgrace of humanity and virtue,
the assassin of honor; the wretch, who breaks
the peace of families, who robs virgin innocence
of its charms, who triumphs over the ill placed
confidence of the inexperienced, unsuspecting,
and too credulous fair, is received, and caressed,
not only by his own sex, to which he is a reproach,
but even by ours, who have every conceivable
reason to despise and avoid him. Influenced
by these principles, I am neither ashamed
nor afraid, openly to avow my sentiments of this
man, and my reasons for treating him with the
most pointed neglect.
I write warmly on the subject; for it is a
subject in which I think the honor and happiness
of my sex concerned. I wish they would
more generally espouse their own cause. It
would conduce to the public weal, and to their
personal respectability. I rejoice, heartily, that
you have had resolution to resist his allurements,
to detect and repel his artifices. Resolution, in
such a cafe, is absolutely necessary; for,
As I was riding out, yesterday, I met your
mamma. She wondered that I was not one of
the party at our new neighbor’s. “The reason,
madam,” said I, “is that I do not like the character
of the man.” “I know nothing of him,” said she;
“he is quite a stranger to me, only as he called at
my house, last week, to pay me his respects, as
he said, for the sake of my late husband, whose
memory he revered; and because I was the
mother of Miss Eliza Wharton, with whom he
had the honor of some little acquaintance. His
manners are engaging, and I am sorry to hear that
his morals are corrupt.”
This, my dear, is a very extraordinary visit. I
fear that he has not yet laid aside his arts. Be
still on your guard, is the advice of your sincere
and faithful friend,
Lucy Freeman.
Letter XXXII.
To Mr. Charles Deighton.
Hartford.
I am really banished and rejected;
desired never more to think of the girl I love,
with a view of indulging that love, or of renderingdering
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it acceptable to its object! You will perhaps,
dispute the propriety of the term, and tell
me it is not love, it is only gallantry, and a desire
to exercise it with her, as a favorite nymph.
I neither know, nor care by what appellation
you distinguish it, but it truly gives me pain. I
have not felt one sensation of genuine pleasure
since I heard my sentence; yet I acquiesced
in it, and submissively took my leave; though I
doubt not but I shall retaliate the indignity one
time or other.
I have taken possession of my new purchase,
an elegant and delightful residence. It is rendered
more so by being in the vicinity of my
charmer’s native abode. This circumstance will
conduce much to my enjoyment, if I can succeed
in my plan of separating her from Mr.
Boyer. I know that my situation and mode of
life are far more pleasing to her than his, and
shall therefore trust to my appearance and address
for a reestablishment in her favor. I intend,
if possible, to ingratiate myself with her
particular friends. For this purpose, I called
last week at her mother’s, to pay my respects to
her (so I told the good woman) as an object of
my particular regard; and as the parent of a
young lady, whom I had the honor to know and
admire. She received me very civilly, thanked
me for my attention, and invited me to call
wherever I had opportunity; which was the
very thing I wanted. I intend likewise, to court
popularity. I don’t know but I must accept, by
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and by, some lucrative office in the civil department.
Yet I cannot bear the idea of confinement
to business. It appears to me quite inconsistent
with the character of a gentleman; I am
sure it is, with that of a man of pleasure. But
something I must do; for I tell you, in confidence,
that I was obliged to mortgage this place,
because I had not wherewithal to pay for it. But
I shall manage matters very well, I have no
doubt, and keep up the appearance of affluence,
till I find some lady in a strait for a husband,
whose fortune will enable me to extricate myself
from these embarrassments. Do come
and see me, Charles; for, notwithstanding all
my gaiety and parade, I have some turns of the
hypo, some qualms of conscience, you will call
them; but I meddle not with such obsolete
words. And so good bye to you, says
Peter Sanford.
Letter XXXIII.
To Miss Lucy Freeman.
New-Haven.
My dear friend,
I believe I must begin to assume airs
of gravity; and they will not be quite so foreign
to my feelings now, as at some other times.
You shall know the reason. I have been associated
for three days, with sentiment and sobriety,
in the person of Mr. Boyer. I don’t know
but this man will seduce me into matrimony.
He is very eloquent upon the subject; and his
manners are so solemn, that I am strongly tempted,
yet I dare not to laugh. Really, Lucy,
there is something extremely engaging and
soothing too, in virtuous and refined conversation.
It is a source of enjoyment which cannot
be realised by the dissolute and unreflecting.
But then, this particular theme of his, is not a
favorite one to me; I mean, as connected with
its consequences, care and confinement. However,
I have compounded the matter with him,
and conditioned that he shall expatiate on the
subject, and call it by what name he pleases,
platonic or conjugal, provided he will let me
take my own time for consummation. I
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have consented that he shall escort me, next
week, to see my mamma and my Lucy. O, how
the idea of returning to that revered mansion,
to those beloved friends, exhilerates my spirits!
General Richman’s politeness to me has induced
him to invite a large party of those gentlemen
and ladies who have been particularly attentive
to me, during my residence here, to dine
and take tea, to morrow. After that, I expect
to be engaged in making farewell visits, till I
leave the place. I shall, therefore, forego the
pleasure of telling you any occurrences, subsequent
to this date, until you see and converse
with your sincere friend,
Eliza Wharton.
Letter XXXIV.
To Mrs. Richman.
Hartford.
Dear Madam,
The day after I left your hospitable
dwelling, brought me safe to that of my honored
mamma; to the seat of maternal and filial affection;
of social ease and domestic peace; of
every species of happiness which can result from
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religion and virtue; from refinement in morals,
and manners
I found my brother and his wife, with Lucy
Freeman and Mr. Summer, waiting to receive
and bid me welcome. I flew with extacy to the
bosom of my mamma, who received me with
her accustomed affection, testified by the expressive
tears of tenderness which stole silently down
her widowed cheek. She was unable to speak.
I was equally so. We therefore indulged, a moment,
the pleasing emotions of sympathising sensibility.
When disengaged from her fond embrace,
I was saluted by the others in turn; and
having recovered myself, I presented Mr. Boyer
to each of the company, and each of the company
to him. He was cordially received by all,
but more especially by my mamma.
The next day I was called upon and welcomed
by several of my neighboring acquaintance;
among whom I was not a little surprised to see
Major Sanford. He came in company with
Mr. Stoddard and Lady, whom he overtook, as
he told me, near by; and, as they informed him
that the design of their visit was to welcome me
home, he readily accepted their invitation to partake
of the pleasure which every one must receive
on my return. I bowed slightly at his
compliment, taking no visible notice of any peculiarity
of expression either in his words or
looks.
His politeness to Mr. Boyer, appeared to be
the result of habit. Mr. Boyer’s to him, to be
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forced by respect to the company to which he
had gained admission. I dare say, that each felt
a conscious superiority; the one on the score of
merit; the other on that of fortune. Which
ought to outweigh, the judicious mind will easily
decide. The scale, as I once observed to
you, will turn as fancy or reason preponderates.
I believe the esteem which I now have for Mr.
Boyer, will keep me steady; except, perhaps,
some little excentricities, now and then, just by
way of variety. I am going to morrow morning
to spend a few days with Lucy Freeman;
to assist in the preparation for, and the solemnization
of her nuptials. Mr. Boyer, in the mean
time, will tarry among his friends in town. My
mamma is excessively partial to him; though I
am not yet jealous that she means to rival me.
I am not certain, however, but it might be happy
for him if she should. For I suspect, notwithstanding
the disparity of her age, that she is better
calculated to make him a good wife than I
am or ever shall be.
But to be sober. Please, madam, to make my
compliments acceptable to those of you neighbors,
whose politeness and attention to me, while
at your house, have laid me under particular obligations
of gratitude and respect. My best regards
attend General Richman. Pray tell him,
that though I never expect to be so good a
wife as he is blessed with; yet I intend, after a
while (when I have sowed all my wild oats) to
make a tolerable one.
I am anxious to hear of a wished for event,
and of your safety. All who know you, feel interested
in your health and happiness; but none
more warmly than your obliged and affectionate
Eliza Wharton.
Letter XXXV.
To Miss Eliza Wharton.
New-Haven.
I write a line, at Mrs. Richman’s
request, just to inform you, Eliza, that yesterday,
that lovely and beloved woman presented me
with a daughter. This event awakens new sensations
in my mind; and calls into exercise a
kind of affection which had before lain dormant.
I feel already the tenderness of a parent; while
imagination fondly traces the mother’s likeness
in the infant form. Mrs. Richman expects to
receive your congratulations, in a letter by the
next post. She bids me tell you, moreover, that
she hopes soon to receive an invitation, and be
able to attend to the consummation you talk of.
Give Mrs. Richman’s and my particular regards
to your excellent mother; and to the worthy Mr.
Boyer. With sentiments of esteem and friendship,
I am, &c.
S. Richman.
Letter XXXVI.
To Mrs. Richman.
Hartford.
From the scenes of festive mirth,
from the conviviality of rejoicing friends, and
from the dissipating amusements of the gay
world, I retire with alacrity, to hail my beloved
friend on the important charge which she has
received; on the accession to her family, and,
may I not say, on the addition to her care; since
that care will be more than counterbalanced by
the pleasure it confers. Hail happy babe! Ushered
into the world by the best of mothers; entitled
by birth-right to virtue and honor; defended
by parental love, from the weakness of
infancy and childhood, by guardian wisdom
from the perils of youth, and by affluent independence
from the griping hand of poverty, in
more advanced life! May these animating prospects
be realised by your little daughter; and
may you long enjoy the rich reward of seeing
her all that you wish!
Yesterday, my dear friend, Lucy Freeman
gave her hand to the amiable and accomplished
Mr. George Summer. A large circle of
congratulating friends were present. He[Gap in transcription—2–3 charactersflawed-reproduction]
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was such as wealth and elegance required. Her
deportment was every thing that modesty and
propriety could suggest. They are, indeed, a
charming couple. The consonance of their dispositions,
the similarity of their tastes, and the
equality of their ages are a sure pledge of happiness.
Every eye beamed with pleasure on the
occasion, and every tongue echoed the wishes of
benevolence. Mine only was silent. Though
not less interested in the felicity of my friend
than the rest, yet the idea of a separation, perhaps,
of an alienation of affection, by means of
her entire devotion to another, cast an involuntary
gloom over my mind. Mr. Boyer took
my hand, after the ceremony was past. “Permit
me, Miss Wharton,” said he, “to lead you to your
lovely friend; her happiness must be heightened
by your participation of it.” “Oh no;” said I,
“I am too selfish for that. She has conferred upon
another that affection which I wished to engross.
My love was too fervent to admit a rival.”
“Retaliate then,” said he, “this fancied wrong, by
doing likewise.” I observed that this was not a
proper time to discuss that subject; and, resuming
my seat, endeavored to put on the appearance
of my accustomed vivacity. I need not
relate the remaining particulars of the evening’s
entertainment. Mr. Boyer returned with my
mamma, and I remained at Mrs. Freeman’s.
We are to have a ball here, this evening.
Mr. Boyer has been with us, and tried to monopolize
my company; but in vain, I am too much
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engaged by the exhilerating scenes around, for
attending to a subject which affords no variety.
I shall not close this till to morrow.
―I am rather fatigued with the amusements
of last night, which were protracted to a
late hour. Mr. Boyer was present; and I was
pleased to see him not averse to the entertainment,
though his profession prevented his taking
an active part. As all the neighboring gentry
were invited, Mr. Freeman would, by no means
omit Major Sanford, which his daughter earnestly
solicited. It happened (unfortunately, shall I
say?) that I drew him for a partner. Yet I must
own, that I felt very little reluctance to my lot.
He is an excellent dancer, and well calculated
for a companion in the hours of mirth and gaiety.
I regretted Mr. Boyer’s being present, however;
because my enjoyment seemed to give him pain.
I hope he is not inclined to the passion of jealousy.
If he is, I fear it will be somewhat exercised.
Lucy Freeman, now Mrs. Summer, removes,
next week, to Boston. I have agreed to accompany
her, and spend a month or two in her family.
This will give variety to the journey of life.
Be so kind as to direct your next letter to me
there.
Kiss the dear little babe for me. Give love,
compliments, &c. as respectively due; and believe
me, with every sentiment of respect, your
affectionate
Eliza Wharton.
Letter XXXVII.
To Mr. Charles Deighton.
Hartford.
Dear Charles,
My hopes begin to revive. I am again
permitted to associate with my Eliza; invited
to the same entertainment! She does not
refuse to join with me in the mazy dance, and
partake the scenes of festive mirth. Nay, more;
she allows me to press her hand to my lips; and
listens to the sighing accents of love. Love her,
I certainly do. Would to heaven I could marry
her! Would to heaven I had preserved my
fortune; or she had one to supply its place! I
am distracted at the idea of losing her forever.
I am sometimes tempted to solicit her hand in
serious earnest; but if I should, poverty and
want must be the consequence. Her disappointment
in the expectation of affluence and splendor,
which I believe her ruling passion, would
afford a perpetual source of discontent and mutual
wretchedness.
She is going to Boston with her friend, Mrs.
Summer. I must follow her. I must break the
connection, which is rapidly forming, between
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her and Mr. Boyer; and enjoy her society a
while longer, if no more.
I have had a little imitation from New-Haven,
that Miss Laurence is partial to me, and
might easily be obtained, with a handsome property
into the bargain. I am neither pleased with,
nor averse to the girl. But she has money, and
that may supply the place of love, by enabling
me to pursue independent pleasures. This she
must expect, if she marries a man of my cast.
She doubtless knows my character; and if she
is so vain of her charms or influence, as to
think of reforming or confining me, she must
bear the consequences.
However, I can keep my head up, at present,
without recourse to the noose of matrimony;
and shall, therefore, defer any particular attention
to her, till necessity requires it.
I am, &c.
Peter Sanford.
Letter XXXVIII.
To Mrs. M. Wharton.
Boston.
You commanded me, my dear mamma,
to write you. That command, I cheerfully
obey, in testimony of my ready submission and
respect. No other avocation could arrest my
time, which is now completely occupied in scenes
of amusement.
Mrs. Sumner is agreeably settled and situated.
She appears to be possessed of every blessing
which can render life desirable. Almost every
day, since our arrival, has been engrossed by visitants.
Our evenings, we have devoted to company
abroad; and that more generally than we
should otherwise have done, as my stay is limited
to so short a period. The museum, the theatres,
the circus and the assemblies have been frequented.
Mrs. Sumner has made me several presents,
notwithstanding which, the articles requisite to
a fashionable appearance, have involved me in
considerable expense. I fear that you will think
me extravagant when you are told how much.
Mr. Boyer tarried in town about a week, having
business. He appeared a little concerned at
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my taste for dissipation, as he once termed it.
He even took the liberty to converse seriously on
the subject.
I was displeased with his freedom; and reminded
him that I had the disposal of my own
time, as yet; and that while I escaped the censure
of my own heart, I hoped that no one else
would presume to arraign it. He apologised,
and gave up his argument.
I was much surprised, the first time I went to
the play, to see Major Sanford in the very next
box. He immediately joined our party; and
wherever I have been since, I have been almost
sure to meet him.
Mr. Boyer has taken his departure; and I do
not expect to see him again, till I return home.
O mamma! I am embarrassed about this man.
His worth I acknowledge; nay, I esteem him
very highly. But can there be happiness with
such a disparity of dispositions?
I shall soon return to the bosom of domestic
tranquillity, to the arms of maternal tenderness,
where I can deliberate and advise at leisure, about
this important matter. Till when,
I am, &c.
Eliza Wharton.
Letter XXXIX.
To Mr. Selby.
Hampshire.
Dear sir,
I believe that I owe you an apology
for my long silence. But my time has been
much engrossed of late; and my mind much
more so. When it will be otherwise, I cannot
foresee. I fear, my friend, that there is some
foundation for your suspicions respecting my
beloved Eliza. What pity it is, that so fair a
form, so accomplished a mind, should be tarnished,
in the smallest degree, by the follies of coquetry!
If this be the fact, which I am loth to
believe, all my regard for her shall never make
me the dupe of it.
When I arrived at her residence, at New-Haven,
where I told you in my last, I was soon to
go, she gave me a most cordial reception. Her
whole behavior to me was correspondent with
those sentiments of esteem and affection which
the modestly avowed. She permitted me to accompany
her to Hartford, to restore her to her
mother and to declare my wish to receive her
again from her hand. Thus far, all was harmonymony
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and happiness. As all my wishes were
consistent with virtue and honor, she readily indulged
them. She took apparent pleasure in
my company, encouraged my hopes of a future
union, and listened to the tender accents of
love.
But the scenes of gaiety, which invited her
attention, reversed her conduct. The delightful
hours of mutual confidence, of sentimental
converse, and of the interchange of refined affection,
were no more! Instead of these, parties
were formed, unpleasing to my taste; and every
opportunity was embraced to join in diversions,
in which she knew I could not consistently take
a share. I, however, acquiesced in her pleasure,
though I sometimes thought myself neglected,
and even hinted it to her mother. The old lady
apologised for her daughter, by alledging that
she had been absent for a long time; that her
acquaintances were rejoiced at her return, and
welcomed her by striving to promote her amusement.
One of her most intimate friends was married
during my stay; and she appeared deeply
interested in the event. She spent several days
in assisting her, previous to the celebration. I
resided, in the mean time, at her mamma’s, visiting
her at her friend’s, where Major Sanford,
among others, was received as a guest. Mrs.
Sumner acquainted me that she had prevailed on
Miss Wharton to go and spend a few weeks
with her at Boston, whither she was re[Gap in transcription—2–3 charactersdamaged]ing;
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and urged my accompanying them. I endeavored
to excuse myself, as I had been absent
from my people a considerable time, and my
return was now expected. But their importunity
was so great, and Eliza’s declaration that
it would be very agreeable to her, so tempting,
that I consented. Here I took lodgings and
spent about a week, taking every opportunity
to converse with Eliza, striving to discover her
real disposition towards me. I mentioned the
inconvenience of visiting her so often as I wished,
and suggested my desire to enter, as soon as
might be, into a family relation. I painted in
the most alluring colours the pleasures resulting
from domestic tranquillity, mutual confidence,
and conjugal affection; and insisted on her declaring
frankly whether she designed to share this
happiness with me, and when it should commence.
She owned that she intended to give
me her hand; but when she should be ready,
she could not yet determine. She pretended a
promise from me to wait her time; to consent
that she should share the pleasures of the fashionable
world, as long as she chose, &c.
I then attempted to convince her of her mistaken
ideas of pleasure; that the scenes of
dissipation, of which she was so passionately fond,
afforded no true enjoyment; that the adulation
of the coxcomb could not give durability to her
charms, or secure the approbation of the wife and
good; nor could the fashionable amusements
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of brilliant assemblies, and crouded theatres
furnish the mind with
These friendly suggestions, I found were considered
as the theme of a priest; and my desire
to detach her from such empty pursuits, as the
selfishness of a lover. She was even offended at
my freedom; and warmly affirmed, that no one
had a right to arraign her conduct. I mentioned
Major Sanford who was then in town, and who
(though she went to places of public resort with
Mr. and Mrs. Sumner) always met and gallanted
her home. She rallied me upon my jealousy,
as she termed it; “wished that I would attend her
myself, and then she should need no other gallant.”
I answered that “I had rather resign that
honor to another; but wished, for her sake,
that he might be a gentleman whose character
would not disgrace the company with which he
associated.” She appeared mortified and chagrined
in the extreme. However, she studiosly
suppressed her emotions; and even soothed
me with the blandishments of female softness.
We parted amicably. She promised to return
soon, and prepare for a compliance with my
wishes. I cannot refuse to believe her! I cannot
cease to love her! My heart is in her possession.
She has a perfect command of my passions.
Persuasion dwells on her tongue. With
all the boasted fortitude and resolution of our
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sex, we are but mere machines. Let love once
pervade our breasts; and its object may mould
us into any form that pleases her fancy, or even
caprice!
I have just received a letter from Eliza, informing
me of her return to Hartford. To
morrow I shall set out on a visit to the dear girl;
for, my friend, notwithstanding all her foibles,
she is very dear to me. Before you hear from me
again, I expect that the happy day will be fixed;
the day which shall unite, in the most sacred
bands, this lovely maid, and your faithful
friend,
J. Boyer.
Letter XL.
To Mr. T. Selby.
Hampshire.
I have returned; and the day, indeed,
is fixed; but Oh! how different from my fond
expectations! It is not the day of union, but
the day of final separation; the day, which divides
me from my charmer; the day which breaks
asunder the bands of love; the day on which my
reason assumes its empire, and triumphs over
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the arts of a finished coquette! Congratulate
me, my friend, that I have thus overcome
my feelings, and repelled the infatuating
wiles of a deceitful girl. I would not be
understood to impeach Miss Wharton’s virtue;
I mean her chastity. Virtue in the common acceptation
of the term, as applied to the sex, is
confined to that particular, you know. But in
my view, this is of little importance, where all
other virtues are wanting!
When I arrived at Mrs. Wharton’s, and inquired
for Eliza, I was told that she had rode
out; but was soon expected home. An hour
after, a phaeton stopped at the door, from which
my fair one alighted, and was handed into the
house by Major Sanford, who immediately took
leave. I met her and offered my hand, which
she received with apparent tenderness.
When the family had retired after supper,
and left us to talk on our particular affairs, I
found the same indecision, the same loathness to
bring our courtship to a period, as formerly.
Her previous excuses were renewed, and her
wishes to have a union still longer delayed, were
zealously urged. She could not bear the idea
of confinement to the cares of a married life at
present; and begged me to defer all solicitation
on that subject to some future day. I found my
temper rise, and told her plainly, “that I was
not thus to be trifled with; that if her regard
for me was sincere; if she really intended to
form a connection with me, she could not thus
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protract the time, try my patience, and prefer every
other pleasure to the rational interchange of
affection, to the calm delights of domestic life.
But in vain did I argue against her false notions
of happiness; in vain did I represent the dangerous
system of conduct, which she now pursued,
and urge her to accept, before it was too
late, the hand and heart which were devoted to
her service.” “That”, she said, “she purposed, ere
long to do; but she could not fix the time this
evening. She must consider a little further; and
likewise consult her mother”. “Is it not Major
Sanford whom you wish to consult, madam?”
said I. She blushed, and gave me no answer.
“Tell me, Eliza,” I continued, “tell me frankly, if
he has not supplanted me in your affections; if
he be not the cause of my being thus evasively,
thus cruelly treated?” “Major Sanford, sir,” replied
she, “has done you no harm. He is a
particular friend of mine; a polite gentleman,
and an agreeable neighbor; and therefore I
treat him with civility; but he is not so much
interested in my concerns, as to alter my disposition
towards any other person.” “Why”, said
I, “do you talk of friendship with a man of his
character? Between his society and mine, there
is a great contrast. Such opposite pursuits and
inclinations cannot be equally pleasing to the
same taste. It is therefore necessary, that you
renounce the one, to enjoy the other. I will
give you time to decide which. I am going to a
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friend’s house to spend the night; and will call
on you to morrow, if agreeable, and converse
with you further upon the matter.” She bowed
assent, and I retired.
The next afternoon I went as agreed; and
found her mamma and her alone in the parlor.
She was very pensive and appeared to have been
in tears. The fight affected me. The idea
of having treated her harshly, the evening before,
disarmed me of my resolution to insist on her
decision that day. I invited her to ride with
me and visit a friend, to which she readily consented.
We spent our time agreeably. I
forebore to press her on the subject of our
future union; but strove rather to soothe
her mind, and inspire her with sentiments
of tenderness towards me. I conducted her
home, and returned early in the evening to my
friend’s, who met me at the door; and jocosely
told me, that “he expected I should now rob them
of their agreeable neighbor. But”, added he,
“we have been apprehensive that you would be
rivalled, if you delayed your visit much longer.”
“I did not suspect a rival”, said I. “Who can the
happy man be?” “I can say nothing from personal
observation,” said he; “but fame, of late,
has talked loudly of Major Sanford and Miss
Wharton. Be not alarmed,” continued he,
seeing me look grave. “I presume no harm is
intended. The Major is a man of gallantry,
and Miss Wharton is a gay lady; but I dare
say that your connection will be happy, if it be
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formed.” I noticed a particular emphasis on the
word if; and as we were alone, I followed him
with questions, till the whole affair was developed.
I informed him of my embarrassment; and
he gave me to understand that Eliza’s conduct
had, for some time past, been a subject of speculation
in the town; that formerly, her character
was highly esteemed; but that her intimacy
with a man of Sanford’s known libertinism;
more especially as she was supposed to be engaged
to another, had rendered her very censurable;
that they were often together; that wherever she
went, he was sure to follow, as if by appointment;
that they walked, talked, sung and danced together
in all companies; that some supposed he would
marry her; others, that he only meditated adding
her name to the black catalogue of deluded
wretches, whom he had already ruined!
I rose, and walked the room in great agitation.
He apologized for his freedom; was sorry
if he had wounded my feelings; but friendship
alone had induced him frankly to declare
the truth, that I might guard against duplicity
and deceit.
I thanked him for his kind intentions; and
assured him that I should not quit the town till I
had terminated this affair, in one way or another.
I retired to bed, but sleep was a stranger to my
eyes. With the dawn I rose; and after breakfast
walked to Mrs. Wharton’s, who informed
me, that Eliza was in her chamber, writing to a
friend, but would be down in a few minutes. I
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entered into conversation with the old lady on
the subject of her daughter’s conduct; hinted
my suspicions of the cause, and declared my resolution
of knowing my destiny immediately.
She endeavored to extenuate, and excuse her
as much as possible; but frankly owned that
her behavior was mysterious; that no pains had
been wanting, on her part, to alter and rectify
it; that she had remonstrated, expostulated, advised
and entreated, as often as occasion required.
She hoped that my resolution would have
a good effect, as she knew that her daughter esteemed
me very highly.
In this manner we conversed till the clock
struck twelve; and Eliza, not appearing, I desired
her mamma to send up word that I waited
to see her. The maid returned with an answer
that she was indisposed, and had lain down.
Mrs. Wharton observed, “that she had not slept
for several nights, and complained of the head
ache in the morning.” The girl added, “that she
would wait on Mr. Boyer in the evening.” Upon
this information I rose and abruptly took my
leave. I went to dine with a friend, to whom I
had engaged myself the day before; but my
mind was too much agitated to enjoy either the
company or the dinner. I excused myself from
tarrying to tea, and returned to Mrs. Wharton’s.
On inquiry, I was told that Eliza had gone to
walk in the garden; but desired that no person
might intrude on her retirement. The singularity
of the request awakened my [Gap in transcription—9–10 charactersflawed-reproduction], and
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determined me to follow her. I sought her in
vain, in different parts of the garden, till, going
towards an arbor, almost concealed from sight,
by surrounding shrubbery, I discovered her, sitting
in close conversation with Major Sanford!
My blood chilled in my veins, and I stood petrified
with astonishment, at the disclosure of
such baseness and deceit. They both rose in
visible confusion. I dared not trust myself to
accost them. My passions were raised, and I
feared that I might say or do something unbecoming
my character. I therefore gave them a
look of indignation and contempt, and retreated
to the house. I traversed the parlor hastily, overwhelmed
with chagrin and resentment! Mrs.
Wharton inquired the cause. I attempted to
tell her, but my tongue refused utterance!
While in this situation, Eliza entered the room.
She was not less discomposed than myself. She
sat down at the window and wept. Her mamma
wept likewise. At length she recovered herself,
in a degree, and desired me to sit down. I
answered no; and continued walking. “Will
you”, said she, “permit me to vindicate my conduct
and explain my motives?” “Your conduct”,
said I, “cannot be vindicated; your motives need
no explanation; they are too apparent! How,
Miss Wharton, have I merited this treatment
from you? But I can bear it no longer. Your
indifference to me proceeds from an attachment
to another; and forgive me, if I add, to one,
who is the disgrace of his own sex, and the destroyerstroyer
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of yours. I have been too long the dupe
of your dissimulation and coquetry. Too long
has my peace of mind been sacrificed to the arts
of a woman, whose conduct has proved her unworthy
of my regard; insensible to love, gratitude
and honor!”
“To you, madam,” said I, turning to her mother,
“I acknowledge my obligations for your friendship,
politeness and attention. I once hoped for
the privilege of rocking for you the cradle of declining
age. I am deprived of that privilege;
but I pray that you may never want a child, whose
love and duty shall prove a source of consolation
and comfort!”
“Farewell! If we never meet again in this
life, I hope and trust we shall in a better; where
the parent’s eye shall cease to weep for the disobedience
of a child; and the lover’s heart to
bleed for the infidelity of his mistress!”
I turned to Eliza, and attempted to speak;
but her extreme emotion softened me, and I
could not command my voice. I took her hand,
and bowing, in a token of an adieu, went precipitately
out of the house. The residence of my friend,
with whom I lodged, was at no great distance, and
thither I repaired. As I met him in the entry,
I rushed by him, and betook myself to my chamber.
The fever of resentment, and the tumult of
passion began now to give place to the softer
emotions of the soul. I found myself perfectly
unmanned. I gave free scope to the sensibility
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of my heart; and the effeminate relief of tears
materially lightened the load which oppressed
me.
After this arduous struggle I went to bed;
and slept more calmly than for several nights before.
The next morning I wrote a farewell letter
to Eliza (a copy of which I shall inclose to
you) and ordering my horse to be brought, left
town immediately.
My resentment of her behavior has much assisted
me in erasing her image from my breast.
In this exertion I have succeeded beyond my
most sanguine expectations. The more I reflect
on her temper and disposition, the more my
gratitude is enlivened towards the wise Disposer
of all events for enabling me to break asunder
the snares of the deluder. I am convinced, that
the gaiety and extravagance of her taste, the
frivolous levity of her manners disqualify her
for the station in which I wished to have placed
her. These considerations, together with that
resignation to an overruling Providence which
the religion I profess, and teach, requires me
to cultivate, induce me cheerfully to adopt the
following lines of an ingenious poet:
I am, &c.
J. Boyer.
To Miss Eliza Wharton.
Enclosed in the foregoing.
Hartford.
Madam,
Fearing, that my resolution may
not be proof against the eloquence of those
charms, which have so long commanded me, I
take this method of bidding you a final adieu.
I write not as a lover. That connection between
us is for ever dissolved; but I address you as a
friend; a friend to your happiness, to your reputation,
to your temporal and eternal welfare.
I will not rehearse the innumerable instances of
your imprudence and misconduct, which have
fallen under my observation. Your own heart
must be your monitor! suffice it for me to warn
you against the dangerous tendency of so dissipated
a life; and to tell you that I have traced
(I believe aright) the cause of your dissimulation
and indifference to me. They are an aversion
to the sober, rational, frugal mode of
living, to which my profession leads; a fondness
for the parade, the gaiety, not to say, the
licentiousness of a station calculated to gratify
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such a disposition; and a prepossession for Major
Sanford, infused into your giddy mind by
the frippery, flattery and artifice of that worthless
and abandoned man. Hence you preferred
a connection with him, if it could be accomplished;
but a doubt, whether it could,
together with the advice of your friends, who
have kindly espoused my cause, have refrained
you from the avowal of your real sentiments,
and led you to continue your civilities to me.
What the result of your coquetry would have
been, had I waited for it, I cannot say, nor have
I now any desire or interest to know. I tear
from my breast the idea which I have long
cherished of future union and happiness with
you in the conjugal state. I bid a last farewell
to these fond hopes, and leave you for
ever!
For your own sake, however, let me conjure
you to review your conduct, and before you
have advanced beyond the possibility of returning
to rectitude and honor, to restrain your
steps from the dangerous path in which you
now tread!
Fly Major Sanford. That man is a deceiver.
Trust not his professions. They are certainly
insincere; or he would not affect concealment;
he would not induce you to a clandestine intercourse!
Many have been the victims of his
treachery! O Eliza! add not to the number!
Banish him from your society, if you wish to
preserve your virtue unsullied, your character
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unsuspicious! It already begins to depreciate.
Snatch it from the envenomed tongue of flander,
before it receive an incurable wound!
Many faults have been visible to me; over
which my affection once drew a veil. That
veil is now removed. And, acting the part of
a disinterested friend, I shall mention some few
of them with freedom. There is a levity in
your manners, which is inconsistent with the
solidity and decorum becoming a lady who has
arrived to years of discretion. There is also an
unwarrantable extravagance betrayed in your
dress. Prudence and economy are such necessary,
at least, such decent virtues, that they
claim the attention of every female, whatever
be her station or her property. To these virtues
you are apparently inattentive. Too
large a portion of your time is devoted to the
adorning of your person.
Think not that I write thus plainly from
resentment. No; It is from benevolence. I
mention your foibles, not to reproach you with
them, but that you may consider their nature
and effects, and renounce them.
I wish you to regard this letter as the legacy
of a friend; and to improve it accordingly. I
shall leave town before you receive it. O, how
different are my sensations at going from
what they were when I came! but I forbear
description.
Think not, Eliza, that I leave you with indifference!
The conflict is great; the trial is
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more than I can calmly support! Yet the consciousness
of duty, affords, consolation. A duty
I conceive it to be, which I owe to myself;
and to the people of my charge, who are interested
in my future connection.
I wish not for an answer; my resolution is
unalterably fixed. But should you hereafter
be convinced of the justice of my conduct;
and become a convert to my advice, I shall be
happy to hear it.
That you may have wisdom to keep you
from falling, and conduct you safely through
this state of trial to the regions of immortal
bliss, is the fervent prayer of your sincere
friend, and humble servant,
J. Boyer.
Letter XLI.
To Mrs. Lucy Sumner.
Hartford.
The retirement of my native home
is not so gloomy, since my return from Boston,
as I expected, from the contrast between
them.
Indeed, the customs and amusements of this
place are materially altered, since the residence
of Major Sanford among us. The dull,
old fashioned sobriety which formerly prevailed,
is nearly banished; and cheerfulness, vivacity,
and enjoyment are substituted in its
stead. Pleasure is now diffused through all
ranks of the people, especially the rich; and
surely it ought to be cultivated, since the wisest
of men informs us, that “a merry heart doth
good like a medicine.” As human life has
many diseases, which require medicines, are
we not right in selecting the most agreeable
and palatable? Major Sanford’s example has
had great influence upon our society in general;
and though some of our old dons think
him rather licentious; yet, for ought I can see,
he is as strict an observer of decorum, as the best
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of them. True, he seldom goes to church;
but what of that? The Deity is not confined to
temples made with hands. He may worship
him as devoutly elsewhere, if he chuses; and
who has a right to say he does not?
His return from Boston was but a day or
two after mine. He paid me an early visit;
and, indeed, has been very attentive ever since.
My mamma is somewhat precise in her notions
of propriety; and of course, blames me for
associating so freely with him. She says,
“that my engagements to Mr. Boyer ought to
render me more sedate; and more indifferent
to the gallantry of mere pleasure-hunters”, to
use her phrase. But I think otherwise. If I
am to become a recluse, let me, at least, enjoy
those amusements, which are suited to my taste,
a short time first. Why should I refuse the
polite attentions of this gentleman? They
smoothe the rugged path of life, and wonderfully
accelerate the lagging wheels of time.
Indeed, Lucy, he has an admirable talent
for contributing to vary, and increase amusement.
We have few hours unimproved. Some
new plan of pleasure, and sociability is constantly
courting our adoption. He lives in all
the magnificence of a prince; and why should
I, who can doubtless share that magnificence if
I please, forego the advantages and indulgences
it offers, merely to gratify those friends
who pretend to be better judges of my happiness
than I am myself
I have no yet told my mamma that he entertains
me with the lover’s theme; or, at least,
that I listen to it. Yet I must own to you,
from whom I have never concealed an action
or idea, that his situation in life charms my imagination;
that the apparent fervor and sincerity
of his passion affect my heart. Yet there is
something extremely problematical in his conduct.
He is very urgent with me to dissolve
my connection with Mr. Boyer, and engage not
to marry him without his consent; or knowledge,
to say no more. He warmly applauds
my wish, still longer to enjoy the freedom and
independence of a single state; and professedly
adopts it for his own. While he would disconnect
me from another, he mysteriously conceals
his own intentions and views. In conversation
with him yesterday, I plainly told him
that his conduct was unaccountable; that if his
professions and designs were honorable he
could not neglect to mention them to my
mamma; that I should no longer consent to
carry on a clandestine intercourse with him;
that I hourly expected Mr. Boyer, whom I esteemed,
and who was the favorite of my friends;
and that unless he acted openly in this affair before
his arrival, I should give my hand to.
He appeared thunderstruck at this declaration.
All his words and actions were indicative
of the most violent emotions of mind. He
entreated me to recall the sentence; “for I knew
not,” he said, “his motives for secrecy; yet he
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solemnly swore that they were honorable.” I
replied in the words of the poet,
“Trust not a man, they are by nature cruel,
False, deceitful, treacherous, and inconstant.
When a man talks of love, with caution hear him;
But if he swear, heʼll certainly deceive you.”
He begged that he might know by what means
he had provoked my suspicions; by what
means he had forfeited my confidence? His
importunity vanquished my fortitude; and
before we parted, I again promised to make
him acquainted, from time to time, with the
progress of my connection with Mr. Boyer.
Now, my dear friend, I want your advice more
than ever. I am inadvertently embarrassed by
this man; and how to extricate myself, I know
not. I am sensible that the power is in my
hands; but the disposition (shall I confess it)
is wanting!
I have just received a card from Major Sanford,
inviting me to ride this afternoon. At
first I thought of returning a negative answer;
but recollecting that Mr. Boyer must soon be
here, I concluded it best to embrace this opportunity,
of talking farther with him. I must
now prepare to go; but shall not close this letter,
for I intend writing in continuation, as events
occur, till this important business is decided.
Tuesday evening. The little tour which I
mentioned to you this afternoon, was not productive
of a final determination. The same
plea was repeated over, and over again, without
closing the cause. On my return I found
Mr. Boyer waiting to receive me. My heart
beat an involuntary welcome. I received him
very cordially, though with a kind of pleasure
mixed with apprehension. I must own that his
conversation and manners are much better calculated
to bear the scrutinising eye of a refined
understanding and taste, than Major Sanfordʼs.
But whether the fancy ought not to be consulted
about our settlement for life, is with me a
question.
When we parted last, I had promised Mr.
Boyer, to inform him positively, at this visit,
when my hand should be given. He therefore
came, as he told me in the course of our conversation,
with the resolution of claiming the
fulfilment of this promise.
I begged absolution; told him, that I could
not possibly satisfy his claim; and fought still
to evade, and put off the important decision.
He grew warm; and affirmed that I treated
him ungenerously, and made needless delays.
He even accused me of indifference towards
him; and of partiality to another. Major
Sanford he believed, was the man who
robbed him of the affection which he had supposed
his due. He warned me against any intercourse
with him, and insisted that I must renouncenounce
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the society of the one or the other immediately.
“He would leave me”, he said, “this evening
and call to morrow to know the result of
my determination.” It was late before he bade
me good night; since which I have written
these particulars. It is now time to lay aside
my pen, and deliberate what course to take.
Wednesday Evening. Last night I closed not
my eyes. I rose this morning with the sun,
and went into the garden till breakfast. My
mamma doubtless saw the disorder of my mind,
but kindly avoided any inquiry about it. She
was affectionately attentive to me, but said nothing
of my particular concerns. I mentioned
not my embarrassment to her. She had declared
herself in favor of Mr. Boyer; therefore
I had no expectation, that she would advise
impartially. I retired to my chamber,
and remained in a kind of reverie, for more
than an hour; when I was roused by the rattling
of a carriage at the door. I hastened to
the window, and saw Major Sanford just driving
away. The idea of his having been to
converse with my mamma, gave me new sensations.
A thousand perplexities occurred to my
mind relative to the part most proper for me to
act in this critical situation. All these might
have been avoided, had I gone down and inquired
into the matter; but this I delayed
till dinner. My mamma then informed me,
that Major Sanford had been with her, and
inquired for me; but that she thought it unnecessarynecessary
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to call me, as she presumed I had no
particular business with him. I knew the motives
by which she was actuated, and was vexed
at her evasions. I told her plainly, “that she
would never carry her point in this way; that
I thought myself capable of conducting my
own affairs; and wished her not to interfere,
except by her advice, which I should always
listen to, and comply with when I could
possibly make it consistent with my inclination
and interest”. She wept at my undutiful
anger (of which I have severely repented since)
and affectionately replied, that my happiness
was the object of her wishes and prayers; conformably
to which she felt constrained, freely
to speak her mind, though it incurred my displeasure.
She then went through again with
all the comparative circumstances and merits
of the two candidates for my favor, which have
perpetually rung in my embarrassment; and
in this condition Mr. Boyer found us. He appeared
to be affected by my visible disorder; and
without inquiring the cause, endeavored to dissipate
it. This was kindly done. He conversed
upon indifferent subjects; and invited
me to ride, and take tea with your mamma, to
which I readily consented. We found her at
home; and passed the time agreeable, excepting
the alloy of your absence. Mr. Boyer
touched lightly on the subject of our last evening’s
debate; but expatiated largely on the
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pleasing power of love; and hoped that we
should one day both realize and exemplify it
in perfection. When we returned, he observed
that it was late, and took his leave; telling
me that he should call to morrow; and begged
that I would then relieve his suspense. As I
was retiring to bed, the maid gave me a hint
that Major Sandford’s servant had been here
and left a letter. I turned instantly back to
my mamma, and telling her my information,
demanded the letter. She hesitated, but I insisted
on having it; and seeing me resolute, she
reluctantly gave it into my hand. It contained
the following words:
my adorable Eliza, have you sacrificed me to
my rival? Have you condemned me to perpetual
banishment, without a hearing? I came this day, to plead my cause at your
feet; but was cruelly denied the privilege of seeing
you! My mind is all anarchy and confusion!
My soul is harrowed up with jealousy! I will
be revenged on those who separate us, if that
distracting event take place! But it is from
your lips only that I can hear my sentence!
You must witness its effects! To what lengths
my despair may carry me, I know now! You
are the arbitress of my fate! Let me conjure you to meet me in your garden
to morrow at any hour you shall appoint.
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Deny me not an interview; but have
pity on your faithful Sanford.”
I wrote for answer, that I would meet him
to morrow, at five o’clock in the afternoon.
I have now before me another night for consideration;
and shall pass it in that employment.
I purpose not to see Mr. Boyer, till I
have conversed with Major Sanford.
Thursday Morning. The morning dawns,
and ushers in the day; a day, perhaps big with
the fate of your friend! What that fate may be
is wrapped in the womb of futurity; that futurity
which a kind Providence has wisely concealed
from the penetration of mortals!
After mature consideration; after revolving
and re-revolving every circumstance on both
sides of the question, I have nearly determined,
in compliance with the advice of my friends,
and the dictates of my own judgment, to give
Mr. Boyer the preference, and with him to
tread the future round of life.
As to the despair of Major Sanford, it does
not much alarm me. Such violent passions are
seldom so deeply rooted, as to produce lasting
effects. I must, however, keep my word, and
meet him according to promise.
Mr. Boyer is below. My mamma has just
sent me word that he wished to see me. My
reply was that I had lain down, which was fact.
One o’Clock. My mamma, alarmed by my indisposition,
has visited my apartment. I soon
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convinced her that it was but trifling, owing
principally to the want of sleep; and that an
airing in the garden, which I intended towards
night, would restore me.
22:00Ten o’clock, at night.—The day is past! and
such a day it has been, as I hope never more to
see!
At the hour appointed, I went tolerably
composed and resolute into the garden, I
had taken several turns, and retired into the little
arbor, where you and I have spent so many
happy hours, before Major Sanford entered.
When he appeared, a consciousness of the impropriety
of this clandestine intercourse suffused
my cheek, and gave a coldness to my manners.
He immediately penetrated the cause,
and observed that my very countenance told
him he was no longer a welcome guest to me.
I asked him “if he ought so to be; since his motives
for seeking admission, were unworthy of
being communicated to my friends?” “That” he said,
“was not the case, but that prudence in the present
instance required a temporary concealment.”
He then undertook to exculpate himself
from blame, affirming me that as soon as I should
discountenance the expectations of Mr. Boyer,
and discontinue the reception of his address, his
intentions should be made known. He was
enlarging upon this topic, when we heard a
footstep approaching us; and looking up saw
Mr. Boyer within a few paces of the arbor.—
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from our seats, but were mute as statues!
He spoke not a word, but casting a look of indignant
accusation at me, a glance which penetrated
my very soul, turned on his heel, and
walked hastily back to the house.
I stood a few moments, considering what
course to take, though shame and regret had
almost taken from me the power of thought.
Major Sanford took my hand. I withdrew
it from him. “I must leave you”, said I. “Where
will you go?” said he. “I will go and try to retrieve
my character. It has suffered greatly
by this fatal interview.”
He threw himself at my feet and exclaimed,
“leave me not, Eliza, I conjure you not to leave
me.” “Let me go now,” I rejoined, “or I bid you
farewell for ever.” I flew precipitately by him,
and went into the parlor, where I found Mr.
Boyer and my mamma, the one traversing the
room in the greatest agitation; the other in a
flood of tears! Their appearance affected me;
and I wept like an infant! when I had a little
recovered myself, I begged him to sit down;
He answered no. I then told him, “that however
unjustifiable my conduct might appear, perhaps
I might explain it to his satisfaction, if he
would hear me; that my motives were innocent,
though they doubtless wore the aspect of
criminality, in his view.” He sternly replied,
“that no palliation could avail; that my motives
were sufficiently notorious! He accused me of
treating him ill, of rendering him the dupe of
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coquetting artifice, of having an intrigue with
Major Sanford, and declared his determination
to leave me for ever, as unworthy of his regard,
and incapable of love, gratitude, or honor!”—
There was too much reason in support of his
accusations for me to gainsay them, had his
impetuosity suffered me to attempt it.
But in truth I had no inclination to self defence.
My natural vivacity had forsaken me;
and I listened without interrupting him to the
fluency of reproachful language, which his resentment
inspired. He took a very solemn and
affectionate leave of my mamma; thanking her
for her politeness, and wishing her much future
felicity. He attempted to address me, I suppose
somewhat in the same way; but his sensibility
overcome him; and he took my
hand, and bowing in silence, departed.
The want to rest for two long nights together,
the exercise of mind, and conflict of passions,
which now tortured my breast, were too
much for me to support!
When I saw that he was gone; that he had
actually forsaken me, I fainted. My mamma,
with the assistance of the maid, soon restored
me.
When I opened my eyes, and beheld this amiable
and tender parent, watching and attending
me with the most anxious concern; without
one reproachful word, without one accusing
look, my reflections upon the part I had acted
in defeating her benevolent wishes, were
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exquisitely afflictive! But we mutually forbore
to mention the occasion of my illness; and I
complied with her advice to take some refreshment,
and retire to my chamber. I am so much
fatigued by the exertions of the day, that rest
is absolutely necessary; and I lay aside my pen
to seek it.
Friday Morning. When I shall again receive
the balmy influence of sleep, I know not.
It has absolutely forsaken me at present. I have
had a most restless night. Every awakening
idea presented itself to my imagination; whether
I had sustained a real loss in Mr. Boyer’s
departure; reflections on my own misconduct,
with the censure of my friends, and the ill-natured
remarks of my enemies, excited the most
painful anxiety in my mind!
I am going down, but how shall I see my
mamma? To her will I confess my faults, in
her maternal breast repose my cares, and by
her friendly advice regulate my conduct. Had
I done this before, I might have escaped this
trouble, and saved both her and myself many
distressing emotions!
Friday Evening. I have had a long conversation
with my mamma, which has greatly relieved
my mind. She has soothed me with the
most endearing tenderness.
Mr. Atkins, with whom Mr. Boyer lodged,
while in town, called here this afternoon. I
did not see him, but he told my mamma that
Mr. Boyer had returned home, and left a letter
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for me, which he had promised to convey with
his own hand. By this letter I am convinced
that the dye is absolutely cast, with respect to
him, and that no attempts on my part to
bring about a reconciliation would be either
prudent or successful. He has penetrated the
cause of my proceedings; and such is his resentment,
that I am inclined not much to regret
his avoiding another interview.
My excuses would be deemed utterly insufficient,
and truth would not befriend and justify
me.
As I know you are impatient to hear from
me, I will now dispatch this long letter without
any other addition, than that I am your
sincere friend,
Eliza Wharton.
Letter XLII.
To Mr. Charles Deighton.
Hartford.
Well, Charles, the show is over,
as we yankees say; and the girl is my own.
That is, if I will have her. I shall take my
own time for that, however. I have carried
my point, and am amply revenged on the whole
posse of those dear friends of her’s. She was
entangled by a promise (not to marry this priest
without my knowledge,) which her conscience
would not let her break. Thank God, I have
no conscience. If I had, I believe it would
make wretched work with me! I suppose she
intended to have one, or the other of us; but
preferred me. I have escaped the noose, this
time, and I’ll be fairly hanged, if I ever get so
near it again. For indeed Charles, I was seriously
alarmed. I watched all their motions;
and the appearances of harmony between them
awakened all my activity and zeal. So great
was my infatuation, that I verily believe I should
have asked her in marriage, and risked the consequences,
rather than to have lost her.
I went to the house, while Mr. Boyer was in
town, but her mamma refused to call her, or
to acquaint her that I was there. I then wrote
a despairing letter, and obtained a conference
with her in the garden. This was a fortunate
event for me. True, Eliza was very haughty,
and resolutely insisted on immediate declaration
or rejection. And I cannot say what would
have been the result, if Mr. Boyer had not surprized
us together. He gave us a pretty harsh
look and retired without speaking a word.
I endeavored to detain Eliza, but in vain.
She left me on my knees, which are always ready
to bend on such occasions.
This finished the matter, it seems. I rose,
and went into a near neighbor’s to observe
what happened; and in about half an hour saw
Mr. Boyer come out, and go to his lodgings.
“This,” said I to myself, “is a good omen.” I
went home, and was informed next day; that
he had mounted his horse and departed.
I heard nothing more of her till yesterday,
when I determined to know how she stood affected
towards me. I therefore paid her a visit,
her mamma being luckily abroad.
She received me very placidly, and told me,
on inquiry, that Mr. Boyer’s resentment at her
meeting me in the garden was so great, that he
had bid her a final adieu. I congratulated myself
on having no rival; hoped that her favor
would now be unbiassed, and that in due time I
should reap the reward of my fidelity. She
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begged me not to mention the subject; said
“she had been perplexed by our competition,
and wished not to hear any thing further about
it at present”. I bowed in obedience to her
commands and changed the discourse.
I informed her, that I was about taking a
tour to the southward; that I should be absent
several months, and trusted that on my return
her embarrassments would be over.
I left her with regret. After all, Charles,
she is the summum bonum of my life. I must
have her in some way or other. No body else
shall, I am resolved.
I am making preparations for my journey;
which between you and me, is occasioned by
the prospect of making a speculation, by which
I hope to mend my affairs. The voyage will
at least lessen my expenses, and screen me from
the importunity of creditors till I can look about
me.
Peter Sanford.
Letter XLIII.
To Miss Eliza Wharton.
New-Haven.
My dear Eliza,
Through the medium of my
friends at Hartford I have been informed of the
progress of your affairs, as they have transpired.
The detail which my sister gave me of
your separation from Mr. Boyer was painful;
as I had long contemplated a happy union between
you. But still more disagreeable sensations
possessed my breast, when told that you
had suffered your lively spirits to be depressed,
and resigned yourself to solitude and dejection!
Why, my dear friend, should you allow this
event thus affect you? Heaven, I doubt not,
has happiness still in store for you; perhaps
greater than you could have enjoyed in that
connection. If the conviction of any misconduct
on your part, give you pain, dissipate it
by the reflection, that unerring rectitude is not
the lot of mortals, that few are to be found
who have not deviated in a greater or less
degree from the maxims of prudence. Our
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greatest mistakes may teach lessons which will
be useful through life.
But I will not moralize. Come and see us;
and we will talk over the matter once, and then
dismiss it for ever. Do prevail on your mamma
to part with you a month or two, at least.
I wish you to witness how well I manage my
nursery business. You will be charmed with
little Harriot. I am already enough of the
mother to think her a miniature of beauty and
perfection.
How natural, and how easy the transition
from one stage of life to another! Not long
since I was a gay, volatile girl; seeking satisfaction
in fashionable circles and amusements;
but now I am thoroughly domesticated. All
my happiness is centered within the limits of
my own walls; and I grudge every moment
that calls me from the pleasing scenes of domestic
life. Not that I am so selfish as to exclude
my friends from my affection or society.
I feel interested in their concerns, and enjoy
their company. I must own, however, that
conjugal and parental love are the main springs
of my life. The conduct of some mothers in
depriving their helpless offspring of the care
and kindness which none but a mother can
feel, is to me unaccountable. There are many
nameless attentions which nothing short of maternal
tenderness, and solicitude can pay; and
for which the endearing smiles, and progres-sive
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Letter XLIV.
To Mrs. Lucy Sumner.
Hartford.
I am extremely depressed, my dear
Lucy! The agitating scenes, through which I
have lately passed, have broken my spirits, and
rendered me unfit for society.
Major Sanford has visited me, and taken his
leave. He is gone to the southward on a tour
of two or three months. I declined any further
conversation with him, on the subject of love.
At present, I wish not to hear it mentioned by
any one.
I have received a very friendly and consolatory
letter from Mrs. Richman. She invites
me to spend a few months with her; which
with my mamma’s consent I shall do. I hope
the change of situation and company will
dissipate the gloom which hangs over my mind.
It is a common observation, that we know
not the value of a blessing but by deprivation.
This is strictly verified in my case. I was
insensible of my regard for Mr. Boyer, till this
fatal separation took place. His merit and
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worth now appear in the brightest colors. I
am convinced of that excellence which I once
slighted; and the shade of departed happiness
haunts me perpetually! I am sometimes tempted
to write him, and confess my faults; to tell
him the situation of my mind, and to offer him
my hand. But he has precluded all hopes of
success, by the severity of his letter to me. At
any rate, I shall do nothing of the kind, till my
return from New-Haven.
I am the more willing to leave home, as my
affairs are made a town talk. My mamma
persuades me to disregard it. But how can I rise
superior to “The world’s dread laugh, which
scarce the firm philosopher can scorn?”
Pray remember me to Mr. Sumner. You
are happy my friend, in the love and esteem of
a worthy man; but more happy still in deserving
them. Adieu.
Eliza Wharton.
Letter XLV.
To the same.
Hartford.
I have returned to the once smiling
feat of maternal affection; but I find not repose
and happiness, even here!
In the society of my amiable friends at New‑
Haven, I enjoyed every thing that friendship
could bestow; but rest to a disturbed mind
was not in their power.
I was on various parties of pleasure, and
passed through different scenes of amusement;
but with me they have lost their charms. I relished
them not as formerly.
Mrs. Richman advises me to write to Mr.
Boyer, and I have concluded to act accordingly.
If it answer no other purpose, it will be a
relief to my mind. If he ever felt for me the
tenderness and regard which he professed, I
think they cannot be entirely obliterated. If
they still remain, perhaps I may rekindle the
gentle flame, and we may both be happy. I
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may at least recal his esteem, and that will be
a satisfaction to my conscious mind.
I wonder what has become of Major Sanford!
Has he too forsaken me? Is it possible
for him wilfully to neglect me? I will not entertain
so injurious a suspicion.
Yet, if it were the case, it would not affect me
like Mr. Boyer’s disaffection; for I frankly
own, that my fancy, and a taste for gaity of life,
induced me to cherish the idea of a connection
with Major Sanford; while Mr. Boyer’s real
merit has imprinted those sentiments of esteem
and love in my heart, which time can never efface.
Instead of two, or three, more than twelve
months have elapsed, and I have not received
a line from Major Sanford in all that time,
which I fully expected, though he made no mention
of writing; nor have I heard a syllable about
him, except a report circulated by his servants,
that he is on the point of marrying, which
I do not believe. No, it is impossible! I am
persuaded that his passion for me, was sincere,
however deceitful he may have been with others.
But I will not bestow an anxious thought upon
him. My design relative to Mr. Boyer demands
my whole attention.
My hopes and fears alternately prevail, and
my resolution is extremely fluctuating. How
Itit finally terminates you shall hear in my next.
Pray write to me soon. I stand in need of
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the consoling power of friendship. Nothing
can beguile my pensive hours, and exhilerate
my drooping spirits, like your letters.
Let me know how you are to be entertained
this winter at the theatre. That, you know, is
a favorite amusement of mine. You see I can
step out of myself a little. Afford an assisting
hand, and perhaps I may again be fit for society.
Eliza Wharton.
Letter XLVI.
To the Rev. J. Boyer.
Hartford.
Sir,
It is partly in compliance with your
desire, in your last letter to me, in which you
tell me, “that when I am convinced of the justice
of your conduct, and become a convert to
your advice, you shall be happy to hear it;”
and partly from a wish to inform you, that such
is in truth my present state of mind, that I now
write to you.
I cannot but hope that this letter coming
from the hand which you once sought, will not
be unacceptable.
Pope very justly observes, “that every year
is a critic on the last.” The truth of this observation
is fully exemplified in my years! How
severely this condemns the follies of the preceding,
my own heart alone can testify!
I shall not offer any palliation, or apology
for my misconduct. You told me it admitted
none. I frankly confess it; and if the most
humble acknowledgement of my offences,
with an assurance that they have cost me the
deepest repentance, can in any degree atone
for them, I now make that atonement. Casting
off the veil of dissimulation, I shall write
with frankness; believing you possessed of more
honor than to make any ungenerous use of the
confidence reposed in you.
To say that I ever esteemed you, may, perhaps,
appear paradoxical, when compared with
certain circumstances which occurred during
our acquaintance; but to assert that I loved
you, may be deemed still more so. Yet these
are real facts, facts of which I was then sensible,
and by which I am now more than ever
affected.
I think you formerly remarked, that “absence
served but to heighten real love.” This I find
by experience. Need I blush to declare these
sentiments, when occasion like this, calls for the
avowal?
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avowal? I will go even further, and offer you
that heart which once you prized; that hand
which you once solicited. The sentiments of
affection, which you then cultivated, though
suppressed, I flatter myself are not wholly obliterated.
Suffer me then to rekindle the latent
flame; to revive that friendship and tenderness,
which I have so foolishly neglected.
The endeavor of my future life shall be to reward
your benevolence, and perhaps we may
yet be happy together.
But let not this offer of myself constrain you.
Let not pity influence your conduct. I would
have you return, if that pleasing event take
place, a voluntary act. Receive or consent
not to confer happiness.
I thought it a duty which I owed to you, and to
myself, to make this expiation; this sacrifice of
female reserve, for the wrongs I have done you.
As such I wish you to accept it; and if your
affections are intirely alienated, or otherwise engaged;
if you cannot again command the respect
and love which I would recal, do not despise
me for the concessions I have made. Think
as favorably of my past faults, and of my present
disposition, as charity will allow. Continue,
if possible, to be my friend, though you
cease to be my lover.
Should this letter find you in the full possession
of happiness, let not the idea of your once
loved Eliza, thus intruding itself again upon
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your thoughts, interrupt your enjoyments.
May some distinguished female, as deserving,
as fair, partake with you of that bliss which I
have forfeited. Whatever may be my destiny, my best wishes
shall ever attend you, and a pleasing remembrance
of your honorable attentions preside,
till death, in the breast of,
Eliza Wharton.
Letter XLVII.
To Miss Eliza Wharton.
Hampshire.
Madam,
As I was sitting last evening in my
study, a letter was handed me by a servant; upon
which I no sooner cast my eye, than I recognized,
with surprise, the hand and seal of my
once loved, but to me long lost Eliza! I opened
it hastily, and with still greater surprise, read
the contents!
You write with frankness. I shall answer in
the same manner.
On reviewing our former intercourse, be assured,
that I have not an accusing thought in
my heart. The regard which I felt for you
was tender and animated, but it was not of that
passionate kind which ends in death or despair.
It was governed by reason, and had a nobler
object in view, than mere sensual gratification.
It was excited by the appearance of excellent
qualities. Your conduct, at length, convinced
me it was misplaced; that you possessed not, in
reality, those charms which I had fondly ascribed
to you. They were inconsistent, I conceived,
with that artifice and dissimulation, of
which you strove to render me the dupe. But
thank heaven, the snare was broken. My eyes
were opened to discover your folly; and my
heart, engaged, as it was, exerted resolution and
strength to burst asunder the chain by which
you held me enslaved, and to assert the rights
of an injured man.
The parting scene, you remember. I reluctantly
bade you adieu. I tore myself from you,
determined to eradicate your idea from my
breast! Long and severe was the struggle. I
at last vanquished, as I thought, every tender
passion of my soul, (for they all centered in you)
and resigned myself to my God, and my duty;
devoting those affections to friendship, which
had been disappointed in love. But they are
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again called into exercise. The virtuous, the
amiable, the accomplished Maria Selby possesses
my intire confidence and esteem; and I trust
I am not deceived, when I think her highly deserving
of both. With her I expect soon to be
united in the most sacred and endearing of human
relations; with her to pass my future days
in serenity and peace.
Your letter, therefore, came too late; were
there no other obstacle to the renewal of our
connection. I hope at the close of life, when
we take a retrospect of the past, that neither
of us shall have reason to regret our separation.
Permit me to add, that for your own sake,
and for the sake of your ever valued friends, I
sincerely rejoice that your mind has regained
its native strength and beauty; that you have
emerged from the shade of fanciful vanity. For
although to adopt your own phrase, I cease to
style myself your lover, among the number of
your friends, I am happy to be reckoned. As
such, let me conjure you, by all that is dear and
desirable, both in this life, and another, to adhere,
with undeviating exactness, to the path
of rectitude and innocence; and to improve
the noble talents, which heaven has liberally
bestowed upon you, in rendering yourself amiable,
and useful to your friends. Thus will
you secure your own, while you promote the
happiness of all around you.
I shall ever cherish sentiments of kindness
towards you, and with gratitude remember
your condescension, in the testimony of regard,
which you have given me in your last letter.
I hope soon to hear that your heart and
hand are bestowed on some worthy man, who
deserves the happiness you are formed to communicate.
Whatever we may have called errors,
will, on my part, be for ever buried in oblivion;
and for your own peace of mind, I entreat
you to forget that any idea of a connection
between us ever existed.
I shall always rejoice at the news of your
welfare, and my ardent prayers will daily arise
for your temporal and eternal felicity.
I am, &c.
J. Boyer.
Letter XLVIII.
To Mrs. Lucy Sumner.
Hartford.
Health, placid serenity, and every
domestic pleasure, are the lot of my friend;
while I, who once possessed the means of each,
and the capacity of tasting them, have been
tossed upon the waves of folly, ti’l I am shipwrecked
on the shoals of despair!
Oh my friend, I am undone! I am slighted,
rejected by the man who once sought my hand,
by the man who still retains my heart! and
what adds an insupportable poignancy to the reflection,
is self-condemnation! From this inward
torture, where shall I flee? Where shall I
seek that happiness which I have madly trifled
away?
The enclosed letters, will show you whence
this tumult of soul arises. But I blame not Mr.
Boyer. He has acted nobly. I approve his
conduct, though it operates my ruin!
He is worthy of his intended bride, and she
is what I am not, worthy of him. Peace and
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joy be their portion, both here and hereafter!
But what are now my prospects? what are to
be the future enjoyments of my life?
Oh that I had not written to Mr. Boyer!
by confessing my faults, and by avowing my
partiality to him, I have given him the power
of triumphing in my distress; of returning to
my tortured heart all the pangs of slighted love!
and what have I now to console me? my bloom
is decreasing; my health is sensibly impaired.
Those talents, with the possession of which I have
been flattered, will be of little avail when unsupported
by respectability of character!
My mamma, who knows too well the distraction
of my mind, endeavors to sooth and
compose me, on christian principles; but they
have not their desired effect. I dare not converse
freely with her on the subject of my present
uneasiness, lest I should distress her. I am
therefore, obliged to conceal my disquietude, and
appear as cheerful as possible in her company,
though my heart is ready to burst with grief!
Oh that you were near me, as formerly, to
share and alleviate my cares! to have some friend
in whom I could repose confidence, and with
whom I could freely converse, and advise, on
this occasion, would be an unspeakable comfort!
Such a one, next to yourself, I think Julia
Granby to be. With your leave and consent
I should esteem it a special favor if she would
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come and spend a few months with me. My
mamma joins in this request. I would write
to her on the subject, but cannot compose myself
at present. Will you prefer my petition
for me?
If I have not forfeited your friendship, my
dear Mrs. Sumner, write to me, and pour its
healing balm into the wounded mind of your
Eliza Wharton.
Letter XLIX.
To Miss Eliza Wharton.
Boston.
Your truly romantic letter came
safe to hand. Indeed, my dear, it would make
a very pretty figure in a novel. A bleeding
heart, slighted love, and all the et ceteras of
romance, enter into the composition!
Excuse this raillery; and I will now write
more seriously. You refer yourself to my
friendship for consolation. It shall be exerted
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for the purpose. But I must act the part of a
skilful surgeon, and probe the wound, which
I undertake to heal.
Where, O Eliza Wharton! Where is that
fund of sense, and sentiment which once animated
your engaging form? Where that
strength of mind, that independence of soul,
that alacrity and sprightliness of deportment,
which formerly raised your superior to every
adverse occurrence? Why have you resigned
these valuable endowments, and suffered yourself
to become the sport of contending passions?
You have now emerged from that mist of
fanciful folly, which, in a measure obscured the
brilliance of your youthful days.
True, you figured among the first rate coquettes;
while your friends, who knew your
accomplishments, lamented the misapplication of
them; but now they rejoice at the returning
empire of reason.
True, you have erred; mislead by the gaiety
of your disposition, and that volatility, and
inconsideration, which were incident to your
years; but you have seen, and nobly confessed
your errors. Why do you talk of slighted
love? True, Mr. Boyer, supposing you disregarded
him, transferred his affections to another
object; but have you not your admirers
still, among men of real merit? Are you not
esteemed, and caressed by numbers, who know
you capable of shining in a distinguished sphere
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of life? Turn then, my friend, from the gloomy
prospect, which your disturbed imagination has
brought into view. Let reason and religion
erect their throne in your breast; obey their
dictates and be happy. Past experience will
point out the quicksands which you are to avoid
in your future course.
Date then, from this, a new æra of life; and
may every moment be attended with felicity.
Follow Mr. Boyer’s advice, and forget all former
connections.
Julia accepts your invitation. Nothing short
of your request could induce me to part with
her. She is a good girl; and her society will
amuse and instruct you.
I am, &c.
Lucy Sumner.
Letter L.
To Mrs. Lucy Sumner.
Hartford.
My Julia Granby has arrived. She
is all that I once was; easy, sprightly, debonair.
Already has she done much towards relieving
my mind. She endeavors to divert,
and lead my thoughts into a different channel
from that to which they are now prone. Yesterday,
we had each an invitation to a ball.
She labored hard to prevail on me to go; but I
obstinately refused. I cannot yet mix with
gay and cheerful circles. I therefore alledged
that I was indisposed, and persuaded her to go
without me.
The events of my life have always been unaccountably
wayward. In many instances I
have been ready to suppose that some evil genius
presided over my actions, which had directed
them contrary to the sober dictates of my
own judgment.
I am sometimes tempted to adopt the sentiment
expressed in the following lines of the
poet,
I suppose you will tell me, that the fate I accuse,
through the poet, is only the result of my
own imprudence. Well, be it what it may; either
the impulse of my own passions, or some
higher efficiency; sure I am, that I pay dear for
its operation.
I have heard it remarked, that “experience is
the preceptor of fools; but that the wise need
not its instruction.” I believe I must be content to
rank accordingly, and endeavor to reap advantage
from its tuition.
Julia urges me to revisit the scenes of amusements
and pleasure; in which she tells me,
she is actuated by selfish motives. She wishes
it for her own sake. She likes neither to be
secluded from them, nor to go alone. I am
sometimes half inclined to seek, in festive mirth,
a refuge from thought and reflection. I would
escape, if possible, from the idea of Mr. Boyer.
This I have never been able to accomplish,
since he dropped a tear upon my hand, and
left me. I marked the spot with my eye; and
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twenty times in a day, do I view it, and fondly
imagine it still there! How could I give him
pain! I hope his happy Maria never will! I
hope she will reward that merit, which I have
slighted! but I forbear. This theme carries
away my pen, if I but touch upon it. And no
wonder; for it is the sole exercise of my
thoughts! Yet I will endeavor to divert them.
Send me some new books; not such, however,
as will require much attention. Let them
be plays or novels, or any thing else, that will
amuse and extort a smile.
Julia and I have been rambling in the garden.
She insisted upon my going with her into
the arbor, where I was surprised with Major
Sanford. What a croud of painful ideas rushed
upon my imagination! I believe she repented
her rashness. But no more of this. I must
lay aside my pen; for I can write nothing
else!
Eliza Wharton.
Letter LI.
To Mrs. Lucy Sumner.
Hartford.
Dear Madam,
You commanded me to write you
respecting Miss Wharton; and I obey. But
I cannot describe to you the surprising change,
which she has undergone. Her vivacity has
entirely forsaken her; and she has actually become,
what she once dreaded above all things,
a recluse! She flies from company, as eagerly
as she formerly sought it! Her mamma is exceedingly
distressed by the settled melancholy
which appears in her darling child; but neither
of us think it best to mention the subject
to her. We endeavor to find means to amuse
her; and we flatter ourselves that the prospect
of success rather increases. It would add greatly
to my happiness, to contribute, in any degree,
to restore her to herself, to her friends, and to
society.
We are all invited to dine abroad to morrow;
and to oblige me, she has consented to go.
Pray madam, write to her often. Your letters
may do much for her. She is still feelingly
alive to the power of friendship; and none
can exercise it upon her to greater acceptance,
or with more advantage than yourself.
Major Sanford’s house is undergoing a complete
repair. The report is, that he is soon to
be married Miss Wharton has heard, but
does not believe it. I hope, for her sake, it
will prove true. For, at any rate, he is about
returning; and from her mamma’s account of
his past conduct towards Eliza, were he to return
unconnected, he would probably renew
his attentions; and though they might end in
marriage, her happiness would not be secured.
She has too nice a sense of love and honor, to
compound with his licentious principles. A
man, who has been dissolute before marriage,
will very seldom be faithful afterwards.
I went into Eliza’s chamber the other day,
and found her with a miniature picture in her
hand. “You pretend to be a physiognomist, Julia,”
said she. “What can you trace in that
countenance?” I guessed whose it was; and
looking wistfully at it, replied, “I believe the original
is an artful, designing man. He looks to
me like a Chesterfieldian.” Pray who is he?
“Major Sanford”, said she; “and I am afraid you
have hit his character exactly. Sure I am, that
the appearance of those traits in it has made my
heart ache!” She wept, as she spoke it.
“Poor girl! I wish he may never give you
greater cause to weep!” She is strongly blind
to the vices and imperfections of this man.
Though naturally penetrating, he has some
how or other, cast a deceptious mist over her
imagination, with respect to himself. She professes
neither to love, nor esteem him; and owns
that his ungenerous artifice mislead her in her
treatment of Mr. Boyer. Yet she has forgiven
him, and thinks him a pleasing companion!
How prone to error is the human mind!
How much lighter than the breath of zephyrs
the operations of fancy! Strange then, it should
ever preponderate over the weightier powers of
the understanding!
But I will not moralize. My business here
is to dissipate, not to collect ideas; and I must
regulate myself accordingly.
I am endeavoring to prepare Eliza, by degrees,
to accompany me to Boston, the ensuing
winter; but think it doubtful whether I shall
succeed. I shall, however, return myself; till
when, I am, &c.
Julia Granby.
Letter LII.
To Miss Eliza Wharton.
Boston.
My dear Eliza,
I received yours of the 24th.
ult. and thank you for it; though it did not
afford me those lively sensations of pleasure,
which I usually feel at the perusal of your letters.
It inspired me both with concern, and
chagrin. With concern, lest your dejection
of mind should affect your health; and with
chagrin at your apparent indulgence of melancholy.
Indeed, my friend, your own happiness
and honor, require you to dissipate the
cloud which hangs over your imagination.
Rise then above it; and prove yourself superior
to the adverse occurrences which have
befallen you. It is by surmounting difficulties,
not by sinking under them, that we discover
our fortitude. True courage consists not in
flying from the storms of life; but in braving
and steering through them with prudence. Avoidvoid
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solitude. It is the bane of a disordered
mind; though of great utility to a healthy one.
Your once favorite amusements court your attention.
Refuse not their solicitations. I have
contributed my mite, by sending you a few
books; such as you requested. They are of
the lighter kind of reading; yet perfectly chaste;
and if I mistake not, well adapted to your taste.
You wish to hear from our theatre. I believe
it will be well supplied with performers
this winter. Come and see whether they can
afford you any entertainment. Last evening
I attended a tragedy; but never will I attend
another. I have not yet been able to
erase the gloom which it impressed upon my
mind. It was Romeo and Juliet. Distressing
enough to sensibility this! Are there not real
woes (if not in our own families, at least among
our own friends, and neighbors) sufficient to
exercise our sympathy and pity, without introducing
fictitious ones into our very diversions?
How can that be a diversion, which racks the
soul with grief, even though that grief be imaginary.
The introduction of a funeral solemnity,
upon the stage, is shocking indeed!
Death is too serious a matter to be sported
with! An opening grave cannot be a source of
amusement to any considerate mind! The closing
scene of life can be no pastime, when realized!
it must therefore awaken painful sensations,
in the representation!
The circus is a place of fashionable resort of
late, but not agreeable to me. I think it inconsistent
with the delicacy of a lady, even to
witness the indecorums, which are practised
there; especially, when the performers of equestrian
feats are of our own sex. To see a woman
depart so far from the female character,
as to assume the masculine habit and attitudes;
and appear entirely indifferent, even to the externals
of modesty, is truly disgusting, and
ought not to be countenanced by our attendance,
much less by our approbation. But setting
aside this circumstance, I cannot conceive
it to be a pleasure to fit a whole evening,
trembling with apprehension, lest the poor
wight of a horseman, or juggler, or whatever he
is to be called, should break his neck in contributing
to our entertainment.
With Mr. Bowen’s museum, I think you
were much pleased. He has made a number
of judicious additions to it, since you were
here. It is a source of rational and refined amusement.
Here the eye is gratified, the imagination
charmed, and the understanding improved.
It will bear frequent reviews without
palling on the taste. It always affords something
new; and for one, I am never a weary
spectator.
Our other public, and private places of resort,
are much as you left them.
I am happy in my present situation; but
when the summer returns, I intend to visit
my native home. Again, my Eliza, will we
ramble together in those retired shades which
friendship has rendered so delightful to us.
Adieu, my friend, till then. Be cheerful, and
you will yet be happy.
Lucy Sumner.
Letter LIII.
To Mrs. Lucy Sumner.
Hartford.
Gracious Heaven! What have
I heard? Major Sanford is married! Yes, the
ungrateful, the deceitful wretch, is married!
He has forsworn, he has perjured, and given
himself to another! That, you will say, is nothing
strange. It is characteristic of the man.
It may be so; but I could not be convinced
of his perfidy, till now!
Perhaps it is all for the best. Perhaps, had
he remained unconnected, he might still have
deceived me; but now I defy his arts!
They tell me, he has married a woman of
fortune. I suppose he thinks, as I once did,
that wealth can ensure happiness. I wish he
may enjoy it.
This event would not affect me at all, were
it not for the depression of spirits which I feel,
in consequence of a previous disappointment;
since which, every thing of the kind agitates
and overcomes me. I will not see him. If
I do, I shall betray my weakness, and flatter
his vanity; as he will doubtless think he has
the power of mortifying me by his connection
with another.
Before this news discomposed me, I had attained
to a good degree of cheerfulness. Your
kind letter, seconded by Julia’s exertions, had
assisted me in regulating my sensibility. I have
been frequently into company, and find my relish
for it gradually returning.
I intend to accept the pleasure to which you
invite me, of spending a little time with you,
this winter. Julia and I will come together.
Varying the scene may contribute effectually
to dissipate the gloom of my imagination. I
would fly to almost any resort, rather than my
own mind. What a dreadful thing it is to be
afraid of one’s own reflections, which ought
to be a constant source of enjoyment! But I
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will not moralize. I am sufficiently melancholy,
without any additional cause to increase
it!
Eliza Wharton.
Letter LIV.
To Mr. Charles Deighton.
Hartford.
Dear Deighton,
Who do you think is writing to
you? Why, it is your old friend, metamorphosed
into a married man! You stare, and can
hardly credit the assertion. I cannot realize
it myself; yet, I assure you, Charles, it is
absolutely true! Necessity, dire necessity, forced
me into this dernier resort. I told you, some
time ago, it would come to this.
I stood aloof, as long as possible; but in
vain did I attempt to shun the noose. I must
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either fly to this resource; or give up all my
show, equipage, and pleasure, and degenerate
into a downright plodding money-catcher, for
a subsistance. I chose the first; and who
would not? yet I feel some remorse at taking
the girl to wife, from no better motives. She
is really too good for such an imposition. But
she must blame herself, if she suffer hereafter;
for she was visibly captivated by my external
appearance; and wanted but very little solicitation
to confer herself, and fortune on so
charming a fellow. Her parents opposed her
inclination, for a while, because I was a stranger,
and rather too gay for their taste. But
she had not been used to contradiction, and
could not bear it; and therefore they ventured
not to cross her. So I bore off the prize;
and a prize she really is. Five thousand pounds
in possession, and more in reversion, if I do
not forfeit it. This will compensate for some
of my past mistakes, and set matters right
for the present. I think it doing much better
than to have taken the little Laurence girl, I
told you of, with half the sum. Besides, my
Nancy is a handsomer, and more agreeable
person. But that is of little consequence to
me, you know. “Beauty soon grows familiar
to the lover.” Were I a lover, it would
be of no great avail. A lover I am; yet not
of my wife. The dart which I received from
Miss Wharton, sticks fast in my heart; and I
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assure you, I could hardly persuade myself
even to appear unfaithful to her. O, Eliza,
accuse me not of infidelity; for your image
is my constant companion! A thousand times
have I cursed the unpropitious stars, which
withheld from her a fortune. That would
have enabled me to marry her; and with her,
even wedlock would have been supportable.
I am told, that she is still single. Her [Gap in transcription—3 charactersflawed-reproduction]
ber lover never returned. Had he loved as I
did, and do, he could not have been so precipitate.
But these stoic souls are good for nothing,
that I know of, but
“Fix’d like a plant, to one peculiar spot,
To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot.”
I want to see Eliza, and must see her; yet
I dread an interview. I shall frankly confess
my motives for marrying; and the reasons of
my conduct, before I went away. I shall own
that my circumstances would not allow me to
possess her; and yet that I could not resign
her to another.
When I make up the matter with her, I
shall solicit her friendship for my wife. By
this mean I may enjoy her society, at least,
which will alleviate the confinement of a married
state. To my spouse I must be as civil as
possible. I really wish she had less merit, that
I might have a plausible excuse for neglecting
her.
To morrow I shall go to Mrs. Wharton’s. I
am very much taken up with complimental
visits, at present. What deference is always
paid to equipage! They may talk of this virtue,
their learning, and what not; but without
either of them, I shall bear off the palm of
respect from those, who have them, unadorned
with gold, and its shining appendages.
Every thing hereabouts recals Eliza to my
mind. I impatiently anticipate the hour, which
will convey me to her presence.
Peter Sanford.
Letter LV.
To Mrs. Lucy Sumner.
Hartford.
A new scene has opened upon us
to day, my dear Mrs. Sumner; a visit from
Major Sanford. My mamma, Miss Granby,
and myself, were sitting together in the chamber.
Miss Granby was entertaining us by
reading aloud in Millot’s elements of history
when a servant rapped at the door, and handed
in the following billet.
a few moments with her once favored
Sanford? He is but too sensible that he has
forfeited all claim to the privilege. He therefore
presumes not to request it on the score of
merit, or of former acquaintance; but solicits
it from her benevolence, and pity.”
I read and showed it to my mamma, and Julia.
“What,” said I, “shall I do? I wish not to
see him. His artifice has destroyed my peace
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of mind; and his presence may open the
wounds which time is closing”. “Act,” said my
mamma, “agreeable to the dictates of your own
judgment”. “I see no harm in conversing with
him”, said Julia. “Perhaps it may remove some
disagreeable thoughts, which now oppress and
give you pain. And as he is no longer a candidate
for your affections,” added she, with a
smile, “it will be less hazardous than formerly.
He will not have the insolence to speak; nor
you the folly to hear, the language of love.”
He was accordingly invited in. When I
rose to go down, I hesitated, and even trembled.
“I fear”, said I, to myself, “it will be too
much for me; yet why should it. Conscious
innocence will support me.” This he has not.
When I entered the room he stepped forward
to meet me. Confusion and shame were visibly
depicted in his countenance. He approached
me hastily; and without uttering a
word, took my hand. I withdrew it. “O! Miss
Wharton,” said he, “despise me not. I am convinced
that I deserve your displeasure, and disdain;
but my own heart has avenged your
cause.” “To your own heart, then,” said I, “I will
leave you! But why do you again seek an interview
with one whom you have endeavored
to mislead; with one whom you have treated
with unmerited neglect?” “Justice to myself required
my appearing before you; that by confessing
my faults, and obtaining your forgiveness,ness,
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I might soften the reproaches of my own
mind.” “Will you be seated, sir?” said I. “Will you,”
rejoined he, “condescend to sit with me, Eliza?”
“I will, sir,” answered I. “The rights of hospitality
I shall not infringe. In my own house,
therefore, I shall treat you with civility”. “Indeed,”
said he, “you are very severe; but I have
provoked all the coldness and reserve which
you can inflict!”
“I am a married man, Eliza.” “So I understand,”
said I; “and I hope you will never treat
your wife with that dissimulation and falshood,
which you have exercised towards me.” “Would
to heaven,” exclaimed he, “that you were my
wife! I should not then fail in my love or duty
as husband! Yet she is an amiable girl;
and, had I a heart to give her, I might still be
happy! but that, alas! I can never recal.”
“Why, then,” said I, “did you marry her? You
were doubtless master of your own actions.”
“No,” said he, “I was not. The embarrassed state
of my affairs precluded the possibility of acting
as I wished. Loving you most ardently, I was
anxious to prevent your union with another,
til I could so far improve my circumstances,
as to secure you from poverty and want in a
connection with me. My regard was too sincere
to permit me to deceive you, by a marriage
which might have proved unhappy for us
both. My pride forbad my telling you the
motives of my delay; and I left you to see if
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I could place myself in a situation worthy of
your acceptance. This I could not effect; and
therefore have run the risk of my future happiness,
by marrying a lady of affluence. This
secures to me the externals of enjoyment; but
my heart, I fear, will never participate it. Yet
it affords me some degree of satisfaction that I
have not involved you in distress. The only
alleviation of which my banishment from you
is capable, is your forgiveness. In compassion,
then, refuse it not! I cannot injure you! To
me it will be worth millions!” He wept! Yes,
Lucy, this libertine; this man of pleasure and
gallantry wept! I really pitied him from my
heart. “I forgive you,” said I, “and wish you
happy; yet, on this condition only, that you
never again pollute my ears with the recital of
your infamous passion. Yes, infamous, I call it,
for what softer appellation can be given to
such professions from a married man? Harbor
not an idea of me, in future inconsistent
with the love and fidelity which you owe your
wife; much less, presume to mention it, if you
wish not to be detested by me; and for ever
banished from my presence.” He expressed
gratitude for his absolution even upon these
terms; and hoped his future conduct would
entitle him to my friendship and esteem.
“That,” I replied, “time only can determine.”
One favor more he begged leave to solicit;
which was, that I would be a neighbor to his
wife.
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wife. “She was a stranger,” he said, “and would
deem my society a particular privilege.” “This,”
I told him, “I could not grant, at present, whatever
I might do hereafter.” He did not urge it
any further, but inquired after my mamma,
and expressed a wish to see her. I rung the
bell, and ordered her and Miss Granby to be
called. When they came, he was very polite
to them both; and, after usual compliments,
told my mamma that “he was happy in having
obtained my forgiveness, to which he was anxious
to have her seal affixed.” “My daughter,”
said she, “is the injured party; and if she be
satisfied, I shall not complain”. He thanked her
for her condescention; informed her that he
was married, and requested her to visit his wife.
We then conversed upon different subjects for
a short time, and he took his leave. A sigh
escaped him as he departed; and a gloom was
visible in his countenance, which I never observed
before.
I must acknowledge that this interview has
given me satisfaction. I have often told
you that if I married Major Sanford, it would
be from a predilection for his situation in life.
How wretched must have been my love, had I
discovered, too late, that he was by no means
possessed of the independence, which I fondly
anticipated. I knew not my own heart, when
I contemplated a connection with him. Little
did I think that my regard for Mr. Boyer was
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so deeply rooted, as I now find it. I foolishly
imagined that I could turn my affections into
what channel I pleased. What then must
have been my feelings, when I found myself
deprived both inward peace, and outward
enjoyment! I begin now to emerge from the
darkness, in which I have been long benighted!
I hope the tragic comedy, in which I have
acted so conspicuous a part, will come to a
happy end.
Julia and I talk, now and then, of a journey
to Boston. As yet I have not resolution
to act with much decision upon the subject.
But, wherever I am, and whatever may be my
fate, I shall always be your’s in truth,
Eliza Wharton.
Letter LVI.
To Mrs. Lucy Sumner.
Hartford.
I begin to hope we shall come to
rights here, by and by. Major Sanford has
returned; has made us a visit; and a treaty
of peace, and amity (but not of commerce,)
is ratified.
Eliza appears to be rapidly returning to her
former cheerfulness, if not gaity. I hope she
will not diverge too far from her present sedateness
and solidity; yet I am not without apprehensions
of danger, on that score. One
extreme commonly succeeds another. She
tells me, that she assiduously cultivates her natural
vivacity; that she finds her taste for company
and amusements increasing; that she
dreads being alone, because past scenes arise to
view which vex and discompose her.
These are indications of a mind not perfectly
right. I flatter myself, however, that the
time is not far distant, when her passions will
vibrate with regularity.
I need not repeat to you any thing relative
to Major Sanford’s conciliatory visit. Eliza
has given you a particular, and I believe, a
faithful detail. I was called down to see this
wonderful man; and disliked him exceedingly.
I am astonished that Eliza’s penetrating
eye, has not long since read his vices in his very
countenance. I am told by a friend, who
has visited them, that he has an agreeable
wife; and I wish she may find him a husband
of the same description; but I very much
doubt the accomplishment of my wish. For I
have no charity for these reformed rakes.
We were walking abroad the other afternoon,
and met Major Sanford and lady.
Eliza did not see them till they were very near
us. She started, turned pale, and then colored
like crimson. I cannot but think, a little
envy rankled in her heart. Major Sanford
very politely accosted us; and congratulated
Mrs. Sanford on this opportunity of introducing
her to a particular friend; presenting
Eliza. She received her with an easy dignity,
and bid her welcome to this part of the country.
Mrs. Sanford answered her modestly;
hoped for the pleasure of a further acquaintance;
and urged us, as we were not far from
their house, to return with them to tea. We
declined; and, wishing each other a good evening,
parted. Major Sanford’s eyes were rivetted
on Eliza, the whole time we were together;
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and he seemed loath to remove them, when
we separated. I suspect there is some truth
in his tale of love. I shall therefore discourage
Eliza from associating with him under any
pretext whatever. She appeared more pensive
and thoughtful than common, as we returned
home; and said little the rest of the
evening; but next morning was as chatty as
ever.
She is warm in the praises of Mrs. Sanford,
thinks her an accomplished woman, and wonders
that the major could suggest an idea of
marrying her for her money. “She intends,”
she says, “to visit her soon; and wishes me
to accompany her.” This, for her own sake,
I shall defer, as long as possible.
I am, &c.
Julia Granby.
Letter LVII.
To Mrs. Lucy Sumner.
Hartford.
By Julia’s advice, we have neglected
the repeated invitations of Major Sanford, to
visit and commence neighborhood with them,
till yesterday; when we received a polite
billet, requesting the honor of our company
to dine. My mamma declined going; but
said “she had no objection to our compliance
with the message, if we thought proper.” Julia
and I accordingly went. We found a large
company assembled in a spacious hall, splendidly
furnished and decorated. They were
all very polite and attentive to me; but none
more so than Major Sanford and his lady,
who jointly strove to dissipate the pensiveness
of my mind, which I found it impossible to
conceal. When we were summoned to dinner,
the major being near me, offered his
hand, and leading me into the dining room,
seated me at a table furnished with all the variety
which could please the eye, or regale the
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taste of the most luxurious epicure. The
conversation turned on various subjects, literary,
political, and miscellaneous. In the evening
we had a ball. Major Sanford gave the
hand of his wife to a Mr. Grey, alledging that
he was a stranger, and therefore, entitled to
particular attention; and then solicited mine
for himself. I was on the point of refusing
him, but recollecting that it might have the
appearance of continued resentment, contrary
to my declaration of forgiving what was
past, I complied. He was all kindness, and
assiduity; the more so, I imagine, with a view
to make amends for his former ingratitude
and neglect. Tenderness is now peculiarly
soothing to my wounded heart. He took an
opportunity of conversing with his wife and
me together; hoped she would be honored
with my friendship, and acquaintance; and
begged, for her sake, that I would not be a
stranger at his house. “His Nancy,” said he,
“was far removed from her maternal friends;
but I could supply their place, if I would generously
undertake the task.” She joined in expressing
the same sentiments and wishes.
“Alas! Sir,” said I, “Eliza Wharton is not now
what she once was! I labor under a depression
of spirits, which must render my company
rather painful than pleasing to my friends”.
The idea of what I had been, contrasted
with what I then was, touched my sensibility;
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and I could not restrain the too officious tear
from stealing down my cheek. He took me
by the hand, and said, “you distress me, Miss
Wharton, indeed, you distress me! Happiness
must, and shall attend you! Cursed be the
wretch, who could wound a heart like your’s!”
Julia Granby now joined us. An inquisitive
concern was visible in her countenance.
I related this conversation to her, after we
returned home; but she approved it not.
She thought Major Sanford too particularly
attentive to me, considering what had previously
happened. She said “it would be noticed
by others, and the world would make unfavorable
remarks upon any appearance of intimacy
between us.” “I care not for that,” said
I. “It is an ill-natured, misjudging world;
and I am not obliged to sacrifice my friends
to its opinion. Were Major Sanford a single
man I should avoid his society; but since he
is married; since his wife is young, beautiful
and lovely, he can have no temptation to injure
me. I therefore see no evil, which can
arise from the cultivation of friendship with
her, at least. I relish company so little, that
I may surely be indulged in selecting that
which is most agreeable to my taste, to prevent
my becoming quite a misanthrope.”
I thank you, my dear Mrs. Sumner, for your
kind letter. It was a seasonable cordial to my
mind; and I will endeavor to profit by your
advice.
Your remarks on the public entertainments
are amusing, and as far as I am a judge, perfectly
just.
I think it a pity they have not female managers
for the theatre. I believe it would be
under much better regulations, than at present.
With cordial respects to Mr. Sumner, I subscribe
myself, yours in sincerity,
Eliza Wharton.
Letter LVIII.
To Mr. Charles Deighton.
Hartford.
Rejoice with me, my friend, that
I have made my peace with the mistress of my
heart. No devotee could have been more sincere
in his penitence, than I was in mine.
Indeed, Charles, I never knew I had so much
sensibility before! Why, I was as much a
woman as the very weakest of the sex!
But I dealt very plainly and sincerely with
her, to be sure; and this atones for all past
offences, and procures absolution for many
others yet to be committed.
The dear girl was not inexorable; she was
as placable and condescending as I could expect,
considering the nature of the crime,
which was apparently slighting her person
and charms, by marrying another. This you
know is one of the nicest points with the ladies.
Attack their honor, that is their chastity,
and they construe it to be the effect
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of excessive love, which hurried you a little
beyond the bounds of prudence. But touch
their vanity, by preferring another, and they
will seldom pardon you. You will say I am
very severe upon the sex. And have I not
reason to be so, since I have found so many
frail ones among them. This, however, is
departing from my subject.
Eliza is extremely altered! Her pale dejected
countenance with the sedateness of her
manners, so different from the lively glow of
health, cheerfulness and activity, which formerly
animated her appearance and deportment,
struck me very disagreeably.
With all my gallantry, and fluency in love
matters, I was unable to acquit myself tolerably;
or to address her with any degree of
ease and confidence. She was very calm;
and spoke with great indifference about my
marriage, &c. which mortified me exceedingly.
Yet I cannot consent to believe that her
present depression of spirits arises solely from
Mr. Boyer’s infidelity. I flatter myself that
I am of sufficient consequence to her, to have
contributed in a degree.
When I inquired after her health, she told
me she had been indisposed; but was now
much better. This indisposition, I am informed,
was purely mental; and I am happy
to observe her recovering from it. I frequently
visit her, sometimes with, and sometimestimes
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without my wife; of whom, through
my meditation, she has become a favorite. I
have married, and according to the general
opinion, reformed. Yet I suspect my reformation,
like most others of the kind, will
prove instable as “the baseless fabric of a vision;”
unless I banish myself entirely from her
society. But that I can never do; for she is
still lovely in my eyes, and I cannot control
my passions. When absent from her, I am
lost to every thing but her idea. My wife begins
to rally me on my fondness for Miss
Wharton. She asked me the other day if she
had a fortune? “No,” said I, “if she had I should
have married her.” This wounded her sensibility.
I repented of my sincerity, and made
my peace for that time. Yet, I find myself
growing extremely irritable, and she must
take heed how she provokes me; for I do not
love her; and I think the name of wife becomes
more and more distasteful to me every
day.
In my mind Eliza has no competitor. But
I must keep up appearances, though I endeavor
to regain her love. I imagine that the
enjoyment of her society, as a neighbor and
friend may content me for the present, and
render my condition supportable.
Farewell, Charles. I hope you will never
be embarrassed with a wife, nor lack some favorite
nymph to supply the place of one.
Peter Sanford.
Letter LIX.
To Mrs. Lucy Sumner.
Hartford.
Dear Lucy,
I intended this week, to have
journeyed to Boston with Julia Granby; but
my resolution fails me. I find it painful even
to think of mixing again with the gay multitude.
I believe the melancholy reflections,
by which I am oppressed, will be more effectually,
if not more easily surmounted, by tarrying
where they are rendered familiar, than
by going from them awhile, and then returning.
Julia will therefore go without me. I envy
her no enjoyment there, except your company.
The substitution of friendship in the place
of love for Major Sanford, I find productive
of agreeable sensations. “With him”, he assures
me, “it is a far more calm, and rational pleasure.”
He treats me with the affection and tenderness
of a brother; and his wife, who exceeds
him in professions of regard, with all the
consoling softness and attention of a sister.
Indeed, their politeness has greatly contributed
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to revive the cheerfulness of my natural disposition.
I believe the major’s former partiality to
me, as a lover, is intirely obliterated; and for
my part, I feel as little restraint in his company,
and his lady’s, as in that of any other in
the neighborhood.
I very much regret the departure of Julia;
and hope you will permit her to return to me
again, as soon as possible. She is a valuable
friend. Her mind is well cultivated; and
she has treasured up a fund of knowledge
and information, which renders her company
both agreeable and useful in every situation of
life. We lately spent the afternoon and evening
at Mr. Smith’s. They had a considerable
number of visitants; and among the rest,
Major Sanford. His wife was expected, but
did not come, being indisposed.
I believe, my friend, you must excuse me if
my letters are shorter than formerly. Writing
is not so agreeable to me as it used to be.
I love my friends as well as ever; but I
think they must be weary of the gloom and
dulness which pervades my present correspondence.
When my pen shall have regained
its original fluency and alertness, I will resume
and prolong the pleasing task.
I am, my dear Lucy, your’s most affectionately,
Eliza Wharton.
Letter LX.
To the same.
Hartford.
Dear Madam,
Agreeably to your desire, every
art has been tried, every allurement held out,
every argument used, and every plan adopted
which Mrs. Wharton and I could devise to induce
Eliza to accompany me to Boston; but
all in vain. Sometimes she had been almost persuaded
to a compliance with our united request;
but soon has resolutely determined against
it. I have observed her sentiments to be suddenly
changed after being in company with
Major Sanford. This alarms us exceedingly.
Indeed the major seems to have insinuated
himself into her good opinion more than ever.
She is flattered into the belief that his attention
to her is purely the result of friendship
and benevolence.
I have not so favorable an opinion of the
man, as to suppose him capable of either. He
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has become very familiar here. He calls in almost
every day. Sometimes he but just inquires
after our health; and sometimes makes long
visits. The latter is his invariable practice,
when he finds Eliza alone. Mrs. Wharton
always avoids seeing him if she can. “She
dreads,” she says, “his approaching the house.”
I entered the parlor the other day, somewhat
suddenly, and found him sitting very
near Eliza, in a low conversation. They
both rose in apparent confusion, and he soon
retired.
When he was gone; “I suspect,” said I, “that
the major was whispering a tale of love, Eliza?”
“Do you imagine,” said she, “that I would listen
to such a theme from a married man?” “I
hope not,” said I; “but his conduct towards
you indicates a revival of his former sentiments,
at least.” “I was not aware of that,” said
she. “As yet I have observed nothing in his
behavior to me, inconsistent with the purest
friendship.”
We drank tea not long since at Mr. Smith’s.
Late in the afternoon, Major Sanford made
his appearance to apologize, as he said, “for
Mrs. Sanford, who was indisposed, and could not
enjoy the pleasure of the visit she had contemplated.”
He was very gay, the whole evening;
and when the company separated, he
was the first to present his arm to Eliza, who
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accepted it without hesitation. A Mr. Newhall
attended me, and we endeavored to keep
them company; but they evidently chose to
walk by themselves. Mr. Newhall observed,
“that if Major Sanford were not married, he
should suspect he still intended a union with
Miss Wharton.” I replied, “that their former
intercourse having terminated in friendship,
rendered them more familiar with each other,
than with the generality of their acquaintance.”
When we reached the house, Mr. Newhall
chose not to go in, and took his leave. I
waited at the door for Eliza and Major Sanford.
At some little distance I saw him press
her hand to his lips. It vexed me exceedingly;
and no sooner had they come up, than I
sullenly bade him good night, and walked directly
in. Eliza soon followed me. I sat down
by the fire in a thoughtful posture. She did
the same. In this situation we both remained
for some time, without speaking a word.
At length she said, “you seem not to have enjoyed
your walk, Miss Granby; did you not
like your gallant?” “Yes,” said I, “very well; but
I am mortified that you were not better provided
for.” “I make no complaint,” rejoined she;
“I was very well entertained.” “That is what
displeases me,” said I; “I mean your visible
fondness for the society of such a man. Were
you averse to it, as you ought to be, there
would be no danger. But he has an alluring
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tongue, and treacherous heart. How can
you be pleased and entertained by his conversation?
to me it appears totally repugnant to
that refinement and delicacy for which you
have always been esteemed.”
“His assiduity, and obtrusion ought to alarm
you. You well know what his character has
been. Marriage has not changed his disposition.
It is only a cloak which conceals it.
Trust him not then, my dear Eliza! If you
do, depend upon it, you will find his professions
of friendship to be mere hypocricy, and
deceit! I fear that he is acting over again the
same unworthy arts, which formerly mislead
you. Beware of his wiles! Your friends are
anxious for you. They tremble at your professed
regard, and apparent intimacy with that
unprincipled man.” “My friends,” said she, “are
very jealous of me, lately. I know not
how I have forfeited their confidence, or incurred
their suspicion.” “By encouraging that
attention,” I warmly replied, “and receiving those
caresses from a married man, which are due
from him to none but his wife! He is a villian,
if he deceived her into marriage by insincere
professions of love. If he had then an affection
for her, and has already discarded it, he
is equally guilty! Can you expect sincerity
from the man, who withholds it from an amiable,
and deserving wife? no, Eliza; it is not
love, which induces him to entertain you with
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the subject! It is a baser passion; and if you
disdain not his artifice; if you listen to his
flattery, you will, I fear, fall a victim to his
evil machinations! If he conducted like a man
of honor, he would merit your esteem; but
his behavior is quite the reverse! Yet vile as
he is, he would not dare to lisp his insolent
hopes of your regard, if you punished his presumption
with the indignation it deserves; if
you spurned from your presence the ungrateful
wretch, who would requite our condescension
by triumphing in your ruin!”
She now burst into tears, and begged me to
drop the subject. “Her mind,” she said, “was
racked by her own reflections. She could
bear but little. Kindness deceived, and censure
distressed her!”
I assured her of my good intentions; that
as I saw her danger, I thought it a duty of the
friendship and affection I bore her, solemnly to
warn her against it before we parted. We
talked over the matter more calmly, till she
professed herself resolved in future to avoid
his company, and reject his insinuations.
The next day, as I walked out, I met Major
Sanford. He accosted me very civilly. I
barely bid him good morning, and passed on.
I made it in my way to call at his house;
and bid Mrs. Sanford adieu; not expecting
another opportunity equally favorable. When
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I entered the parlor, she was playing a melancholy
air on the harpsicord. She rose, and
gave me a polite and graceful reception. I
told her, as I was soon to leave town, I called
to take my leave of her; a compliment, which
her attention to me required. “Are you going
to leave us then, Miss Granby?” said she. “I
shall regret your departure exceedingly. I have
so few friends in this part of the country, that
it will give me sensible pain to part with one I
so highly value.”
I told her in the course of conversation
that “I expected the pleasure of seeing her yesterday
at Mr. Smith’s; and was very sorry
for the indisposition, which prevented her favoring
us with her company”. “Indeed,” said
she, “I did not know I was expected there!
Were you there pray?” “Yes,” said I; “and Major
Sanford excused your not coming, on the
account I have mentioned.” “Well,” said she,
“this is the first word I ever heard about it; he
told me that business led him abroad! Did he
gallant any lady?” “O”, said I, “he was with us
all together. We had no particular gallants.”
Seeing her curiosity excited, I heartily repented
saying anything of the matter, and
waved the subject. Little did I suspect him to
have been guilty of so base an artifice! It was
evidently contrived to facilitate an interview
with Eliza.
When I returned I related this affair to Mrs.
Wharton and her daughter. The old lady
and I expatiated largely on the vileness of this
conduct; and endeavored to expose it to Eliza’s
view in its true colors. She pretended
not to justify it. Yet she looked as if she
wished it in her power.
I am now preparing for my journey to Boston;
which I must however defer another
week, for the sake of a more agreeable passage
in the stage. I regret leaving Eliza! I tremble
at her danger! She has not the resolution
to resist temptation, which she once possessed.
Her mind is surprisingly weakened! She appears
sensible of this; yet adds to it by yielding
to her own imbecility. You will receive
a letter from her with this; though I had
much difficulty to persuade her to write. She
has unfortunately become very averse to this;
her once favorite amusement.
As I shall soon have the pleasure of conversing
with you personally, I conclude without
any other addition to this scroll, than the
name of your obliged
Julia Granby.
Letter LXI.
To Miss Eliza Wharton.
Boston.
My dear friend,
I have received your letters, and must
own to you that the perusal of them gave me
pain. Pardon my suspicions, Eliza: they
are excited by real friendship. “Julia, you say,
approves not Major Sanford’s particular attention
to you.” Neither do I. If you recollect,
and examine his conversation in his conciliatory
visit, you will find it replete with sentiments,
for the avowal of which, he ought to
be banished from all virtuous society.
Does he not insidiously declare that you
are the only object of his affections; that his
union with another was formed from interested
views; and though that other is acknowledged
to be amiable and excellent, still he has
not a heart to bestow, and expects not happiness
with her? Does this discover even the appearance
of amendment? Has he not, by false
pretensions, mislead a virtuous woman, and induced
her to form a connection with him? She
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was a stranger to his manner of life; and doubtless
allured, as you have been, by flattery,
deceit, and external appearance, to trust his
honor; little thinking him wholly devoid of
that sacred tie! What is the reward of her
confidence? Insensibility to her charms,
neglect of her person, and professed attachment
to another!
Is he the man, my dear Eliza, whose friendship
you wish to cultivate? Can that heavenly
passion reside in a breast, which is the seat of
treachery, duplicity, and ingratitude? You
are too sensible of its purity and worth, to
suppose it possible. The confessions of his
own mouth condemn him. They convince
me that he is still the abandoned libertine;
and that marriage is but the cloak of his
intrigues. His officious attentions to you are
alarming to your friends. You own your mind
weakened, and peculiarly susceptible of tender
impressions. Beware how you receive them
from him. Listen not a moment to his flattering
professions. It is an insult upon your
understanding for him to offer them. It is
derogatory to virtue for you to hear them.
Slight not the opinion of the world. We
are dependent beings; and while the smallest
traces of virtuous sensibility remain, we must
feel the force of that dependence, in a greater
or less degree. No female, whose mind is
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uncorrupted, can be indifferent to reputation.
It is an inestimable jewel, the loss of which
can never be repaired. While retained, it
affords conscious peace to our own minds,
and ensures the esteem and respect of all
around us.
Blessed with the company of so disinterested
and faithful a friend, as Julia Granby, some
deference is certainly due to her opinion
and advice. To an enlarged understanding,
a cultivated taste, and an extensive knowledge
of the world, she unties the most liberal sentiments,
with a benevolence, and candor of
disposition, which render her equally deserving
of your confidence and affection.
I cannot relinquish my claim to a visit from
you this winter. Marriage has not alieniated,
or weakened my regard for my friends. Come,
then, to your faithful Lucy. Have you sorrows?
I will sooth, and alleviate them. Have
you cares? I will dispel them. Have you
pleasures? I will heighten them. Come then,
let me fold you to my expecting heart. My
happiness will be partly suspended till your
society render it complete. Adieu,
Lucy Sumner.
Letter LXII.
To Miss Julia Granby.
Harford.
Dear Julia,
I hope Mrs. Sumner and you will
excuse my writing but one letter, in answer to
the number I have received from you both.
Writing is an employment, which suits me
not at present. It was pleasing to me formerly,
and therefore, by recalling the idea of circumstances
and events which frequently occupied
my pen in happier days, it now gives
me pain. Yet I have just written a long consolatory
letter to Mrs. Richman. She has
buried her babe; her little Harriot, of whom
she was doatingly fond.
It was a custom with some of the ancients,
we are told, to weep at the birth of their children.
Often should we be impelled to a compliance
with this custom, could we foresee the
future incidents of their lives. I think, at
least, that the uncertainty of their conduct and
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condition in more advanced age, may reconcile
us to their removal to a happier state, before
they are capable of tasting the bitterness
of woe.
Our domestic affairs are much as when
you left us. Nothing remarkable has occurred
in the neighborhood, worth communicating.
The company and amusements of
the town are as usual, I suppose. I frequent
neither of them. Having incurred so much
censure by the indulgence of a gay disposition,
I am now trying what a recluse and solitary
mode of life will produce. You will call me
splenetic. I own it. I am pleased with nobody;
still less with myself. I look around
for happiness, and find it not. The world is
to me a desart! If I indulge myself in temporary
enjoyment, the consciousness or apprehension
of doing amiss, destroys my peace of
mind. And, when I have recourse to books,
if I read those of serious description, they remind
me of an awful futurity, for which I am
unprepared; if history, it discloses facts in
which I have no interest; if novels, they exhibit
scenes of pleasure which I have no prospect
of realizing!
My mamma is solicitously attentive to my
happiness; and though she fails of promoting
it; yet I endeavor to save her the pangs of
disappointment, by appearing what she wishes.
I anticipate, and yet I dread your return;
a paradox this, which time alone can solve.
Continue writing to me, and intreat Mrs.
Sumner, in my name, to do likewise. Your
benevolence must be your reward.
Eliza Wharton.
Letter LXIII.
To Miss Eliza Wharton.
Boston.
A paradox, indeed, is the greater
part of your letter to us, my dear Eliza. We
had fondly flattered ourselves that the melancholy
of your mind was exterminated. I
hope no new cause has revived it. Little did
I intend, when I left you, to have been absent
so long; but Mrs. Sumner’s disappointment,
in her plan of spending the summer at Hartford,S
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induced me, in compliance with her
request, to prolong my residence here.
But for your sake, she now consents to my
leaving her, in hopes I may be so happy as to
contribute to your amusement.
I am both pleased and instructed by the
conduct of this amiable woman. As I always
endeavored to imitate her discreet and modest
behavior in a single state; so likewise shall I
take her for a pattern, should I ever enter a
married life. She is most happily united.
Mr. Sumner, to all the graces and accomplishments
of the gentleman, adds the still more
important and essential properties of virtue,
integrity and honor. I was once present
when a person was recommended to her for a
husband. She objected that he was a rake.
“True,” said the other, “he has been, but he has
reformed.” “That will never do for me,” rejoined
she; “I wish my future companion to need
no reformation: a sentiment worthy the attention
of our whole sex; the general adoption
of which, I am persuaded, would have a
happy influence upon the manners of the
other.”
I hope neither you, nor I, Eliza, shall ever be
tried by a man of debauched principles. Such
characters I conceive to be totally unfit for
the society of women, who have any claim to
virtue and delicacy.
I intend to be with you, in about a month.
If agreeable to you, we will visit, and spend a
few weeks with the afflicted Mrs. Richman.
I sincerely sympathize with her, under her
bereavement. I know her fondness for you
will render your company very consoling to
her; and I flatter myself that I should not be
an unwelcome guest.
Make my respects to your mamma; and believe
me ever your’s,
Julia Granby.
Letter LXIV.
To Miss Lucy Sumner.
Hartford.
Dear Madam,
I have arrived in safety, to the
mansion of our once happy and social friends.
But I cannot describe to you, how changed,
how greatly changed this amiable family appears
since I left it. Mrs. Wharton met me
at the door; and tenderly embracing, bade me
a cordial welcome. “You are come,” Julia, said
she, “I hope, to revive and comfort us. We
have been very solitary during your absence.”
“I am happy madam,” said I, “to return; and
my endeavors to restore cheerfulness and
content, shall not be wanting. But, where is
Eliza?” By this time we had reached the
back parlor, whither Mrs. Wharton led me;
and the back door being open, I saw Eliza, reclined
on a settee, in a very thoughtful posture.
When I advanced to meet her, she never moved;
but sat “like patience on a monument,
smiling at grief!”
I stopped involuntarily, and involuntarily
raising my eyes to heaven, exclaimed, “is that
Eliza Wharton!” She burst into tears; and
attempted to rise, but sunk again into her
seat. Seeing her thus affected, I sat down by
her; and throwing my arm about her neck,
“why these tears?” said I. “Why this distress,
my dear friend? Let not the return of your
Julia give you pain! She comes to sooth you
with the consolations of friendship!” “It is not
pain,” said she, clasping me to her breast; “it is
pleasure, too exquisite for my weak nerves to
bear! See you not, Julia, how I am altered?
Should you have known me for the sprightly
girl, who was always welcome at the haunts
of hilarity and mirth?” “Indeed,” said I, “you appear
indisposed, but I will be your physician.
Company, and change of air will, I doubt not,
restore you.” “Will these cure disorders of the
mind, Julia?” “They will have a powerful tendency
to remove them, if rightly applied; and
I profess considerable skill in that art. Come,”
continued I, “we will try these medicines in the
morning. Let us rise early, and step into the
chaise; and after riding a few miles, call and
breakfast with Mrs. Freeman. I have some
commissions from her daughter. We shall be
agreeably entertained there, you know.”
Being summoned to supper, I took her by
the hand, and we walked into another room,
where we found her brother, and his wife,
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with her mamma waiting for us. We were all
very chatty; even Eliza resumed, in a degree,
her former sociability. A settled gloom, notwithstanding,
brooded on her countenance;
and a deep sigh often escaped her, in spite of
her evident endeavors to suppress it. She
went to bed before us; when her mamma informed
me that her health had been declining
for some months, that she never complained,
but studiously concealed every symptom of indisposition.
Whether it were any real disorder
of body, or whether it arose from her depression
of spirits, she could not tell; but supposed
they operated together, and mutually
heightened each other.
“I inquired after Major Sanford; whether
he and Eliza had associated together during
my absence?” “Sometimes,” she said, “they seemed
on good terms; and he frequently called
to see her; at others, they had very little, if
any correspondence at all.” She told me that
Eliza never went abroad, and was very loath
to see company at home; that her chief amusement
consisted in solitary walks; that the
dreadful idea of her meeting Major Sanford in
these walks, had now and then intruded upon
her imagination; that she had not the least
evidence of the fact, however; and indeed,
was afraid to make any inquiries into the matter,
left her own suspicions should be discovered;
that the major’s character was worse than
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ever; that he was much abroad, and frequently
entertained large parties of worthless
bacchanalians at his house; that common report
said he treated his wife with indifference,
neglect, and ill nature; with many other circumstances,
which it is not material to relate.
Adieu, my dear friend, for the present. When occasion requires, you shall hear again
from your affectionate
Julia Granby.
Letter LXV.
To Mr. Charles Deighton.
Hartford.
Good news, Charles, good news!
I have arrived to the utmost bounds of my
wishes; the full possession of my adorable
Eliza! I have heard a quotation from a certain
book; but what book it was I have forgotten,
if I ever knew. No matter for that;
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the quotation is, that “stolen waters are
sweet, and bread eaten in secret is pleasant.”
If it has reference to the pleasures, which I
have enjoyed with Eliza, I like it hugely, as
Tristram Shandyʼs father said of Yorickʼs sermon;
and I think it fully verified.
I had a long and tedious siege. Every method
which love could suggest, or art invent,
was adopted. I was sometimes ready to despair,
under an idea that her resolution was unconquerable,
her virtue impregnable. Indeed,
I should have given over the pursuit long ago,
but for the hopes of success I entertained
from her parlying with me, and in reliance
upon her own strength, endeavoring to combat,
and counteract my designs. Whenever
this has been the case, Charles, I have never
yet been defeated in my plan. If a lady will
consent to enter the lists against the antagonist
of her honor, she may be sure of loosing the
prize. Besides, were her delicacy genuine,
she would banish the man at once, who presumed
to doubt, which he certainly does, who
attempts to vanquish it!
But, far be it from me to criticise the pretensions
of the sex. If I gain the rich reward
of my dissimulation and gallantry, that you
know is all I want.
To return then to the point. An unlucky,
but not a miraculous accident, has taken place,
which must soon expose our amour. What
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can be done? At the first discovery, absolute
distraction seized the soul of Eliza, which has
since terminated in a fixed melancholy. Her
health too is much impaired. She thinks herself
rapidly declining; and I tremble when I
see her emaciated form!
My wife has been reduced very low, of late.
She brought me a boy a few weeks past, a dead
one though.
These circumstances give me neither pain
nor pleasure. I am too much ingrossed by
my divinity, to take an interest in any thing
else. True, I have lately suffered myself to be
somewhat engaged here and there, by a few
jovial lads, who assist me in dispelling the anxious
thoughts, which my perplexed situation
excites. I must, however, seek some
means to relieve Elizaʼs distress. My finances
are low; but the last fraction shall be expended
in her service, if she need it.
Julia Granby is expected at Mrs. Whartonʼs
every hour. I fear that her inquisitorial
eye will soon detect our intrigue, and obstruct
its continuation. Now thereʼs a girl,
Charles, I should never attempt to seduce;
yet she is a most alluring object, I assure you.
But the dignity of her manners forbid all assaults
upon her virtue. Why, the very expression
of her eye, blasts in the bud, every
thought, derogatory to her honor; and tells
you plainly, that the first insinuation of the
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kind, would be punished with eternal banishment
and displeasure! Of her there is no
danger! But I can write no more, except that
I am, &c.
Peter Sanford.
Letter LXVI.
To Mrs. Lucy Sumner.
Hartford.
Oh, my friend! I have a tale to unfold;
a tale which will rend every nerve of
sympathizing pity, which will rack the breast
of sensibility, and unspeakably distress your
benevolent heart! Eliza—Oh the ruined, lost
Eliza!
I want words to express the emotions of indignation,
and grief which oppress me! But
I will endeavor to compose myself; and relate
the circumstances as they came to my
knowledge.
After my last letter, Eliza remained much
in the same gloomy situation as I found her
She refused to go, agreeably to her promise, to
visit you mamma; and under one pretext
or another, has constantly declined accompanying
me any where else, since my arrival.
Till last Thursday night she slept in the
same bed with me; when she excused herself,
by saying she was restless, and should disturb
my repose. I yeilded to her humor of taking
a different apartment, little suspecting
the real cause! She frequently walked out;
and though I sometimes followed, I very seldom
found her. Two or three times, when I
happened to be awake, I heard her go down
stairs; and on inquiry in the morning, she
told me that she was very thirsty, and went
down for water. I observed a degree of hesitancy
in her answers, for which I could not
account. But last night, the dreadful mystery
was developed! A little before day, I heard
the front door opened with great caution.
I sprang from my bed, and running to the
window, saw by the light of the moon, a man
going from the house. Soon after I perceived
a footstep upon the stairs, which carefully
approached and entered Eliza’s chamber.
Judge of my astonishment, my surprise, my
feelings, upon this occasion! I doubted not but
Major Sanford was the person I had seen;
and the discovery of Eliza’s guilt, in this infamousfamous
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intrigue, almost deprived me of
thought and recollection! My blood thrilled
with horror at this sacrifice of virtue! After
a while I recovered myself, and put on
my clothes. But what to do, I knew not;
whether to go directly to her chamber, and
let her know that she was detected; or to
wait another opportunity.
I revolved on the first. The day had now
dawned. I tapped at her door; and she bid
me come in. She was sitting in an easy chair
by the side of her bed. As I entered she
withdrew her handkerchief from her face;
and looking earnestly at me, said, “what procures
me the favor of a visit, at this early
hour, Miss Granby?” “I was disturbed,” said I,
“and wished not to return to my bed. But
what breaks your rest; and calls you up so
unseasonably, Eliza?” “Remorse, and despair,”
answered she, weeping. “After what I have
witnessed, this morning,” rejoined I, “I cannot
wonder at it! Was it not Major Sanford
whom I saw go from the house some time
ago?” She was silent, but tears flowed abundantly.
“It is too late,” continued I, “to deny
or evade. Answer my question sincerely; for,
believe me, Eliza, it is not malice, but concern
for you, which prompts it.” “I will answer
you, Julia,” said she. “You have discovered
a secret, which harrows up my very soul.
A secret, which I wished you to know, but
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could not exert resolution to reveal! Yes!
It was Major Sanford; the man who has
robbed me of my peace; who has triumphed
in my destruction; and who will cause my
sun to sit at noon!”
“I shudder,” said I, “at your confession!
Wretched, deluded girl! Is this a return for
your parent’s love, and assiduous care; for
your friends’ solicitude, and premonitory advice?
You are ruined, you say! You have
sacrificed your virtue to an abandoned, despicable
profligate! And you live to acknowledge
and bear your infamy”! “I do,” said she;
“but not long shall I support this burden! See
you not, Julia, my decaying frame, my faded
cheek, and tottering limbs? Soon shall I be insensible
to censure and reproach! Soon shall I
be sequestered in that mansion, ‘where the
wicked cease from troubling, and where the
weary are at rest!’” “Rest!” said I, “can you
expect to find rest either in this world, or
another, with such a weight of guilt on your
head?” She exclaimed, with great emotion,
“add not to the upbraidings of a wounded
spirit! Have pity upon me, Oh! my friend,
have pity upon me!”
“Could you know what I suffer, you would
think me sufficiently punished!” “I wish you no
other punishment,” said I, “than what may effect
your repentance and reformation. But you
mother, Eliza! She cannot long be ignorant of
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your fall; and I tremble to think of her distress!
It will break her widowed heart!
How has she loved; how has she doated upon
you! Dreadful is the requital which you
have made!” “My mother,” rejoined she—“Oh,
name her not! The very sound is distraction
to me! Oh! my Julia, if your heart be
not shut against mercy and compassion towards
me, aid me through this trying scene!
Let my situation call forth your pity, and induce
you, undeserving as I am, to exert it in
my behalf!”
During this time, I had walked the chamber.
My spirits had been raised above their
natural key, and were exhausted. I sat
down, but thought I should have fainted, till
a copious flood of tears gave me relief. Eliza
was extremely affected. The appearance
of calamity which she exhibited would have
softened the most obdurate anger. Indeed, I
feared some immediate and fatal effect. I
therefore seated myself beside her; and assuming
an air of kindness, “compose yourself,
Eliza,” said I; “I repeat what I told you before,
it is the purest friendship which thus interests
me in your concerns. This, under the direction
of charity, induces me again to offer you
my hand. Yet you have erred against knowledge
and reason; against warning and
counsel. You have forfeited the favor of
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“I plead guilty,” said she, “to all
your charges. From the general voice I expect
no clemency. If I can make my peace
with my mother, it is all I seek or wish on
this side the grave.”
“In your benevolence I confide for this. In
you, I hope to find an intercessor. By the
remembrance of our former affection and happiness,
I conjure you, refuse me not. At present,
I entreat you to conceal from her this distressing
tale. A short reprieve is all I ask.”
“Why”, said I, “should you defer it? When
the painful task is over, you may find relief in
her lenient kindness.” “After she knows my
condition, I cannot see her,” resumed she, “till I
am assured of her forgiveness. I have not
strength to support the appearance of her
anger and grief. I will write to her what I
cannot speak. You must bear the melancholy
message, and plead for me, that her displeasure
may not follow me to the grave; whither
I am rapidly hastening.” “Be assured,” replied I,
“that I will keep your secret as long as prudence
requires. But I must leave you now:
your mamma will wonder at our being this
closetted together. When opportunity presents,
we will converse further on the subject.
In the mean time, keep yourself as composed
as possible, if you would avoid suspicion.” She
raised her clasped hands, and with a piteous
look, threw her handkerchief over her face,
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and reclined in her chair, without speaking a
word. I returned to my chamber, and endeavored
to dissipate every idea which might
tend to disorder my countenance, and break
the silence I wished to observe, relative to what
had happened.
When I went down, Mrs. Wharton desired
me to step up, and inform Eliza that
breakfast was ready. She told me she could
not yet compose herself sufficiently to see her
mamma; and begged me to excuse her absence
as I thought proper. I accordingly returned
for answer to Mrs. Wharton, that
Eliza had rested but indifferently, and being
somewhat indisposed, would not come down,
but wished me to bring her a bowl of chocolate,
when we had breakfasted. I was obliged
studiously to suppress even my thoughts
concerning her, lest the emotions they excited
might be observed. Mrs. Wharton conversed
much of her daughter, and expressed
great concern about her health and state of
mind. Her return to this state of dejection,
after having recovered her spirits and cheerfulness,
in a great degree, was owing, she
feared, to some cause unknown to her; and
she entreated me to extract the secret, if
possible. I assured her of my best endeavors,
and doubted not, I told her, but I should
be able in a few days to effect what she wished.
Eliza came down and walked in the gardenden
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before dinner; at which she commanded
herself much better than I expected. She
said that a little ride might, she imagined, be
of service to her; and asked me if I would
accompany her a few miles in the afternoon.
Her mamma was much pleased with the
proposition; and the chaise was accordingly
ordered.
I observed to Eliza, as we rode, that with
her natural and acquired abilities, with her
advantages of education, with her opportunities
of knowing the world, and of tracing
the virtues and vices of mankind to their
origin, I was surprised at her becoming the
prey of an insidious libertine, with whose
principles she was fully apprised would prompt
him to deceive and betray her. “Your surprise
is very natural,” said she. The same will
doubtless be felt and expressed by every one
to whom my sad story is related. But the
cause may be found in that unrestrained levity
of disposition, that fondness for dissipation
and coquetry which alienated the affections
of Mr. Boyer from me. This event fatally
depressed, and enfeebled my mind. I embraced
with avidity the consoling power of
friendship, ensnaringly offered by my seducer;
vainly inferring from his marriage with a virtuous
woman, that he had seen the error of his
ways, and forsaken his licentious practices, as
he affirmed, and I, fool that I was, believed it!
It is needless for me to rehearse the persidious
arts, by which he insinuated himself
into my affections, and gained my confidence.
Suffice it to say, he effected his purpose! But
not long did I continue in the delusive dream
of sensual gratification. I soon awoke to a
most poignant sense of his baseness, and of
my own crime and misery. I would have
fled from him; I would have renounced
him for ever; and by a life of sincere humility
and repentance, endeavored to make my
peace with heaven, and to obliterate, by the
rectitude of my future conduct, the guilt I had
incurred; but I found it too late! My circumstances
called for attention; and I had no
one to participate my cares, to witness my distress,
and to alleviate my sorrows, but him. I
could not therefore prevail on myself, wholly
to renounce his society. At times I have admitted
his visits; always meeting him in the
garden, or grove adjoining; till of late, the
weather, and my ill health induced me to
comply with his solicitations, and receive him
into the parlor.
Not long, however, shall I be subject to
these embarrassments. Grief has undermined
my constitution. My health has fallen a sacrifice
to a disordered mind. But I regret
not its departure! I have not a single wish
to live. Nothing which the world affords
can restore my former serenity and happiness!
The little innocent I bear, will quickly disclose
its mother’s shame! God Almighty
grant it may not live as a monument of my
guilt, and a partaker of the infamy and sorrow,
which is all I have to bequeath it!
Should it be continued in life, it will never
know the tenderness of a parent; and, perhaps,
want and disgrace may be its wretched
portion! The greatest consolation I can have,
will be to carry it with me to a state of eternal
rest; which, vile as I am, I hope to obtain,
through the infinite mercy of heaven, as revealed
in the gospel of Christ.
I must see Major Sanford again. It is necessary
to converse further with him, in order
to carry my plan of operation into execution.
“What is this plan of operation, Eliza?” said I. “I
am on the rack of anxiety for your safety.” “Be
patient,” continued she, “and you shall soon be informed.
To morrow I shall write my dreadful
story to my mother. She will be acquainted
with my future intentions; and you shall know,
at the same time, the destination of your lost
friend.” “I hope,” said I, “that you have formed no
resolution against your own life.” “God forbid,”
rejoined she. “My breath is in his hands, let
him do what seemeth good in his sight!
Keep my secret one day longer, and I will
never more impose so painful a silence upon
you.”
By this time we had reached home. She
drank tea with composure, and soon retired
to rest. Mrs. Wharton eagerly inquired
whether I had found the cause of Eliza’s
melancholy. “I have urged her,” said I, “on the
subject; but she alledges that she has particular
reasons for present concealment. She has,
notwithstanding, promised to let me know, the
day after to morrow.” “Oh,” said she, “I shall
not rest till the period arrives.” “Dear, good
woman,” said I, to myself, “I fear you will never
rest afterwards!”
This is our present situation. Think what
a scene rises to the view of your Julia! She
must share the distresses of others, though
her own feelings, on this unhappy occasion,
are too keen to admit a moment’s serenity!
My greatest relief is in writing to you; which
I shall do again by the next post. In the
mean time, I must beg leave to subscribe myself,
sincerely yours,
Julia Granby.
Letter LXVII.
To the same.
Hartford.
All is now lost; lost, indeed! She is
gone! Yes, my dear friend, our beloved Eliza, is
gone! Never more shall we behold this once amiable
companion, this once innocent and happy
girl. She has forsaken, and, as she says, “bid
an everlasting adieu to her home, her afflicted
parent and her friends!” But I will take up
my melancholy story where I left it in my last.
She went, as she told me she expected, into
the garden, and met her detestable paramour.
In about an hour she returned, and went directly
to her chamber. At 1:00one oʼclock I went
up, and found her writing, and weeping. I
begged her to compose herself, and go down
to dinner. “No;” she said, “she could not eat;
and was not fit to appear before any body.”
I remonstrated against her immoderate grief;
represented the injury she must sustain by the
indulgence of it, and conjured her to suppress
the violence of its emotions.
She entreated me to excuse her to her mamma;
said she was writing to her, and found
it a task too painful to be performed with any
degree of composure; that she was almost
ready to sink under the weight of her affliction;
but hoped and prayed for support,
both in this, and another trying scene, which
awaited her. In compliance with her desire, I
now left her; and told her mamma that she
was very busy in writing; wished not to be interrupted
at present; but would take some
refreshment, an hour or two hence. I visited
her again, about 4:00four o’clock; when she appeared
more calm and tranquil.
“It is finished,” said she, as I entered her
apartment, “it is finished.” “What” said I, “is
finished?” “No matter,” replied she; “you will
know all to morrow, Julia.” She complained
of excessive fatigue, and expressed an inclination
to lie down; in which I assisted her,
and then retired. Some time after, her mamma
went up, and found her still on her bed.
She rose, however, and accompanied her down
stairs. I met her at the door of the parlor,
and taking her by the hand, inquired how she
did? “Oh, Julia, miserably indeed,” said she.
“How severely does my mother’s kindness reproach
me! How insupportably it increases my
self-condemnation!” She wept; she wrung
her hands, and walked the room in the greatest
agony! Mrs. Wharton was exceedingly
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distressed by her appearance. “Tell me, Eliza,”
said she, “tell me the cause of your trouble!
Oh, kill me not by your mysterious concealment!
My dear child, let me, by sharing,
alleviate your affliction!” “Ask me not, madam,”
said she; “O my mother, I conjure you
not to insist on my divulging to night, the fatal
secret which engrosses and distracts my
mind! To morrow I will hide nothing from
you.” “I will press you no further,” rejoined her
mamma. “Chuse your own time, my dear;
but remember, I must participate your grief,
though I know not the cause.”
Supper was brought in; and we endeavored
to prevail on Eliza to eat, but in vain.
She sat down, in compliance with our united
importunities; but neither of us tasted food.
It was removed untouched. For a while,
Mrs. Wharton and I gazed in silent anguish
upon the spectacle of woe, before us! At
length, Eliza rose to retire. Julia, said she,
will you call at my chamber, as you pass to
your own? I assented. She then approached
her mamma, fell upon her knees before
her, and clasping her hand, said, in broken
accents, “Oh madam! can you forgive a
wretch, who has forfeited your love, your
kindness, and your compassion?” “Surely,
Eliza,” said she, “you are not that being! No,
it is impossible! But however great your
transgression, be assured of my forgiveness,
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my compassion, and my continued love!”
Saying this, she threw her arms about her
daughter’s neck, and affectionately kissed her.
Eliza struggled from her embrace, and looking
at her with wild despair, exclaimed, “this is
too much! Oh, this unmerited goodness is
more than I can bear!” She then rushed
precipitately out of the room, and left us overwhelmed
in sympathy and astonishment!
When Mrs. Wharton had recovered herself
a little, she observed, that Eliza’s brain
was evidently disordered. Nothing else, continued
she, could impel her to act in this extraordinary
manner. At first she was resolved
to follow her; but I dissuaded her
from it, alledging, that as she had desired me
to come into her chamber, I thought it better
for me to go alone. She acquiesced; but
said “she should not think of going to bed;
but would, however, retire to her chamber, and
seek consolation there.” I bade her good
night; and went up to Eliza, who took me
by the hand and led me to the toilet, upon
which she laid the two inclosed letters, the one
to her mamma, and the other to me. “These,”
said she, “contain what I had not resolution to
express. Promise me, Julia, that they shall
not be opened till to morrow morning.” “I
will,” said I. “I have thought and wept,” continued
she, “till I have almost exhausted my
strength, and my reason. I would now obtaintain
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a little respite, that I may prepare my mind
for the account I am one day to give at a higher
tribunal than that of earthly friends. For
this purpose, what I have written, and what I
shall yet say to you, must close the account between
you and me.” “I have certainly no balance
against you,” said I. “In my breast you
are fully acquitted. Your penitential tears
have obliterated your guilt, and blotted out
your errors with your Julia. Henceforth, be
they all forgotten. Live, and be happy.”
“Talk not,” said she, “of life. It would be a vain
hope, though I cherished it myself.”
Death is the privilege of human nature;
And life without it were not worth our taking.
Thither the poor, the prisoner and the mourner
Fly for relief, and lay their burdens down!”
“You have forgiven me, Julia; my mother
has assured me of their forgiveness, and what
have I more to wish? my heart is much lightened
by these kind assurances; they will be
a great support to me in the dreadful hour
which awaits me!” “What mean you, Eliza?” said
I. “I fear some desperate purpose labors in your
mind”. “Oh, no,” she replied; “you may be
assured your fear is groundless. I know not
what I say; my brain is on fire; I am all confusion!
Leave me, Julia; when I have had a
little rest, I shall be composed. These letters
have almost distracted me; but they are written,U
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and I am comparatively easy. I will not
leave you, Eliza,” said I, “unless you will go
directly to be, and endeavor to rest.” “I will,”
said she, “and the sooner the better.” I tenderly
embraced her, and retired, though not to
bed. About an hour after, I returned to her
chamber, and opening the door very softly,
found her apparently asleep. I acquainted
Mrs. Wharton with her situation, which was
a great consolation to us both; and encouraged
us to go to bed. Having suffered much
in my mind, and being much fatigued, I soon
fell asleep; but the rattling of a carriage,
which appeared to stop at a little distance
from the house, awoke me. I listened a moment,
and heard the door turn slowly on its
hinges. I sprang from my bed, and reached
the window just in time to see a female handed
into a chaise by a man who hastily followed
her, and drove furiously away! I at once
concluded they could be no other than Eliza
and Major Sanford. Under this impression
I made no delay, but ran immediately
into her chamber. A candle was burning on
the table; but Eliza was not there! I thought
it best to acquaint her mamma with the melancholy
discovery; and steping to her apartment
for the purpose, found her rising.
She had heard me walk, and was anxious to
know the cause. “What is the matter, Julia,”
said she; “what is the matter?” “Dear madam,”
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said I, “arm yourself with fortitude!” “What
new occurrence demands it?” rejoined she.
“Eliza has left us!” “Left us! what mean you?” “She
is just gone! I saw her handed into a chaise,
which instantly disappeared!”
At this intelligence she gave a shriek, and
fell back on her bed! I alarmed the family,
and by their assistance soon recovered her. She
desired me to inform her of every particular
relative to her elopement, which I did; and
then delivered her the letter which Eliza
had left for her. “I suspect,” said she, as she
took it; “I have long suspected, what I dared
not believe! The anguish of my mind has
been known only to myself, and my God!”
I could not answer her, and therefore withdrew.
When I had read Eliza’s letter to me,
and wept over the sad fall; and, as I fear, the total
loss of this once amiable and accomplished
girl, I returned to Mrs. Wharton. She was
sitting in her easy chair; and still held the fatal
letter in her hand. When I entered, she
fixed her streaming eyes upon me, and exclaimed,
“O Julia, this is more than the bitterness
of death!” “True, madam,” said I, “your
affliction must be great; yet that all-gracious
Being, who controls every event, is able, and
I trust, disposed to support you!” “To Him,”
replied she, “I desire humbly to resign myself;
but I think I could have borne almost any
other calamity with greater resignation and
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composure than this. With how much
comparative ease could I have followed her to
the grave, at any period since her birth! Oh,
my child, my child! dear, very dear hast
thou been to my fond heart! Little did I
think it possible for you to prepare so dreadful
a cup of sorrow for you widowed mother!
But where,” continued she, “where can the poor
fugitive have fled? Where can she find that
protection and tenderness, which, notwithstanding
her great apostacy, I should never
have withheld? From whom can she receive
those kind attentions, which her situation demands.”
The agitation of her mind has exhausted
her strength; and I prevailed on her to refresh,
and endeavor to compose herself to
rest; assuring her of my utmost exertions to
find out Eliza’s retreat, and restore her to a
mother’s arms.
I am obliged to suppress my own emotions;
and to bend all my thoughts towards the alleviation
of Mrs. Wharton’s anxiety and grief.
Major Sanford is from home, as I expected;
and I am determined, if he return, to see
him myself, and extort from him the place
of Eliza’s concealment. Her flight, in her
present state of health, is inexpressibly distressing
to her mother; and, unless we find her
soon, I dread the effects!
I shall not close this, till I have seen or
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heard from the vile miscreant who has involved
a worthy family in wretchedness!
Friday Morning—Two days have elapsed
without affording us much relief. Last evening,
I was told that Major Sanford was
at home. I immediately wrote him a billet,
entreating and conjuring him to let me know
where the hapless Eliza had fled. He returned
me the following answer.
respecting the situation of our beloved
Eliza. She is well provided for, conveniently
accommodated, and has every thing
to make her happy, which love or affluence
can give. Major Sanford has solemnly sworn not to discover
her retreat. She wishes to avoid the
accusations of her friends, till she is better able
to bear them. Her mother may rest assured of immediate
information, should any danger threaten her
amiable daughter; and also of having seasonable
notice of her safety. ”
Although little dependence can be placed
upon this man; yet these assurances have, in a
great degree, calmed our minds. We are, however,
contriving means to explore the refuge
of the wanderer; and hope, by tracing his
steps, to accomplish our purpose. This we
have engaged a friend to do.
I know, my dear Mrs. Sumner, the kind
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interest you will take in this disastrous affair.
I tremble to think what the event may be!
To relieve your suspense, however, I shall write
you every circumstance, as it occurs. But at
present, I shall only enclose Eliza’s letters to
her mamma, and me, and subscribe myself
your sincere and obliged friend,
Julia Granby.
Letter LXVIII.
To Mrs. M. Wharton.
Tuesday.
My honored and dear mamma,
In what words, in what language shall
I address you? What shall I say on a subject
which deprives me of the power of expression?
Would to God I had been totally
deprived of that power before so fatal a subject
required its exertion! Repentance comes
too late, when it cannot prevent the evil lamented.
For your kindness, your more than
maternal affection towards me, from my infancy
to the present moment, a long life of
filial duty and unerring rectitude could hardly
compensate. How greatly deficient in gratitude
must I appear then, while I confess, that
precept and example, counsel and advice, instruction
and admonition, have been all lost
upon me!
Your kind endeavors to promote my happiness
have been repaid by the inexcusable
folly of sacrificing it. The various emotions
of shame, and remorse, penitence and regret,
which torture and distract my guilty breast,
exceed description. Yes, madam, your Eliza
has fallen; fallen, indeed! She has become
the victim of her indiscretion, and of the
intrigue and artifice of a designing libertine,
who is the husband of another! She
is polluted, and no more worthy of her
parentage! She flies from you, not to conceal
her guilt, that she humbly and penitently
owns; but to avoid what she has never experienced,
and feels herself unable to support,
a mother’s frown; to escape the heart-rending
fight of a parent’s grief, occasioned by the
crimes of her guilty child!
I have become a reproach and disgrace to
my friends. The consciousness of having
forfeited their favor, and incurred their disapprobation
and resentment, induces me to conceal
from them the place of my retirement;
but, left you benevolence should render you
anxious for my comfort in my present situation,
I take the liberty to assure you that I am
amply provided for.
I have no claim even upon your pity; but
from my long experience of your tenderness,
I presume to hope it will be extended to me.
Oh, my mother, if you knew what the state of
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my mind is, and has been, for months past,
you would surely compassionate my case!
Could tears efface the stain, which I have
brought upon my family, it would, long since
have been washed away! But, alas, tears are
vain; and vain is my bitter repentance! It cannot
obliterate my crime, nor restore me to innocence
and peace! In this life I have no
ideas of happiness. These I have wholly resigned!
The only hope which affords me any
solace, is that of your forgiveness. If the deepest
contrition can make an atonement; if the severest
pains, both of body and mind, can restore
me to your charity, you will not be inexorable!
Oh, let my sufferings be deemed a
sufficient punishment; and add not the insupportable
weight of a parent’s wrath! At present,
I cannot see you. The effect of my crime is
too obvious to be longer concealed, to elude
the invidious eye of curiosity. This night,
therefore, I leave your hospitable mansion!
This night I become a wretched wanderer from
thy paternal roof! Oh, that the grave were
this night to be my lodging! Then should I
lie down and be at rest! Trusting in the mercy
of Good, through the mediation of his son;
I think I could meet my heavenly father
with more composure and confidence, than
my earthly parent!
Let not the faults and misfortunes of your
daughter oppress your mind. Rather let the
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conviction of having faithfully discharged your
duty to your lost child, support and console
you in this trying scene.
Since I wrote the above, you have kindly
granted me your forgiveness, though you
knew not how great, how aggravated was my
offence! You forgive me, you say: “Oh, the
harmonious, the transporting found! It has
revived my drooping spirits; and will enable
me to encounter, with resolution, the trials before
me!”
Farwell, my dear mamma! pit and pray
for your ruined child; and be assured, that
affection and gratitude will be the last sentiments,
which expire in the breast of your
repenting daughter,
Eliza Wharton.
Letter LXIX.
To Miss Julia Granby.
Tuesday.
My dear friend,
By that endearing title you permit
me still to address you, and such you have always
proved yourself, by a participation of
my distresses, as well as by the consoling voice
of pity and forgiveness. What destiny Providence
designs for me, I know not; but I have
my forebodings that this is the last time I
shall ever accost you! Nor does this apprehension
arise merely from a disturbed imagination.
I have reason to think myself in a confirmed
consumption, which commonly proves
fatal to persons in my situation. I have carefully
concealed every complaint of the kind from
my mamma, for fear of distressing her; yet I
have never been insensible of their probable
issue, and have bidden a sincere welcome to
them, as the harbingers of my speedy release
from a life of guilt and woe!
I am going from you, Julia. This night
separates us, perhaps, for ever! I have not resolutionsolution
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to encounter the tears of my friends;
and therefore seek shelter among strangers;
where none knows, or is interested in my melancholy
story. The place of my seclusion
I studiously conceal; yet I shall take measures
that you may be apprized of my fate.
Should it please God to spare and restore
me to health, I shall return, and endeavor,
by a life of penitence and rectitude, to expiate
my past offences. But should I be called from
this scene of action; and leave behind me a
helpless babe, the innocent sufferer of its
mother’s shame, Oh, Julia, let your friendship
for me extend to the little stranger! Intercede
with my mother to take it under her protection;
and transfer to it all her affection for me;
to train it up in the ways of piety and virtue,
that it may compensate her for the afflictions
which I have occasioned!
One thing more I have to request. Plead
for me with my two best friends, Mrs. Richman
and Mrs. Sumner. I ask you not to paliate
my faults; that cannot be done; but to
obtain, if possible, their forgiveness. I cannot
write all my full mind suggests on this subject.
You know the purport; and can better express
it for me.
And now, my dear Julia, recommending
myself again to your benevolence, to your
charity and (may I add?) to your affection;
and entreating that the fatal consequences of
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my folly, now fallen upon my devoted head,
my suffice for my punishment; let me conjure
you to bury my crimes in the grave with
me, and to preserve the remembrance of my
former virtues, which engaged your love and
confidence; more especially of that ardent esteem
for you, which will glow till the last expiring
breath of your despairing
Eliza Wharton.
Letter LXX.
To Mr. Charles Deighton.
Hartford.
I have, at last, accomplished the
removal of my darling girl, from a place where
she thought every eye accused, and every
heart condemned her.
She has become quite romantic in her notions.
She would not permit me to accompany
her, lest it should be reported that we
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had eloped together. I provided amply for her
future exigencies, and conveyed her by night
to the distance of ten or twelve miles, where
we met the stage, in which I had previously
secured her a seat. The agony of her grief at
being thus obliged to leave her mother’s
house, baffles all description.
It very sensibly affected me, I know. I was
almost a penitent. I am sure I acted like one,
whether I were sincere or not. She chose to
go where she was totally unknown. “She
would leave the stage,” she said, “before it reached
Boston, and take passage in a more private
carriage to Salem, or its vicinity, where she
would fix her abode; chalking the initials of
my name over the door, as a signal to me of
her residence.”
She is exceedingly depressed; and says “she
neither expects nor wishes to survive her lying
in.” Insanity, for aught I know, must be my
lot, if she should die. But I will not harbor
the idea. I hope, one time or other, to have
the power to make her amends, even by
marriage. My wife may be provoked, I imagine,
to sue for a divorce. If she should, she
would find no difficulty in obtaining it; and
then I would take Eliza in her stead. Though
I confess that the idea of being thus connected
with a woman whom I have been able to
dishonor would be rather hard to surmount.
It would hurt even my delicacy, little as you
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may think me to possess, to have a wife whom
I know to be seducible. And, on this account,
I cannot be positive that even Eliza
would retain my love.
My Nancy and I have lived a pretty uncomfortable
life, of late. She has been very
suspicious of my armour with Eliza; and now
and then expressed her jealous sentiments a
little more warmly than my patience would
bear. But the news of Eliza’s circumstances
and retirement, being publicly talked of, have
reached her ears, and rendered her quite outrageous.
She tells me she will no longer
brook my indifference and infidelity; intends
soon to return to her father’s house, and extricate
herself from me intirely. My general reply
to all this, is, that she knew my character
before we married, and could reasonably expect
nothing less than what has happened. I
shall not oppose her leaving me, as it may conduce
to the execution of the plan I have hinted
above.
To morrow I shall set out to visit my disconsolate
fair one. From my very soul I pity
her; and wish I could have preserved her virtue
consistently with the indulgence of my
passion. To her I lay not the principal blame,
as in like cases, I do to the sex in general.
My finesse was too well planned for detection,
and my snares too deeply laid for any one to
escape who had the least warmth in her constitution,stitution,
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or affection in her heart. I shall,
therefore, be the less whimsical about a future
connection, and the more solicitous to make
her reparation, should it ever be in my power.
Her friends are all in arms about her. I
dare say I have the imprecations of the whole
fraternity. They may thank themselves in
part; for I always swore revenge for their dislike
and coldness towards me. Had they been
politic, they would have conducted more like
the aborigines of the country, who are said to
worship the devil out of fear.
I am afraid I shall be obliged to remove my
quarters; for Eliza was so great a favorite in
town, that I am looked upon with an evil
eye. “I plead with her before we parted last,
to forgive my seducing her; alledged my ardent
love, and my inability to possess her in
any other way.” “How,” said she, “can that be
love which destroys its object? But granting
what you say, you have frustrated your
own purpose. You have deprived yourself of
my society, which might have been innocently
enjoyed. You have cut me off from life in
the midst of my days. You have rendered me
the reproach of my friends, the disgrace of my
family, and a dishonor to virtue and my sex!
but I forgive you,” added she. “Yes, Sanford,
I forgive you; and sincerely pray for your
repentance and reformation. I hope to be the
last wretched female, sacrificed by you to the
arts of falsehood and seduction!”
“May my unhappy story serve as a beacon to
warn the American fair of the dangerous tendency
and destructive consequences of associating
with men of your character, of destroying
their time, and risking their reputation
by the practice of coquetry and its attendant
follies! But for these, I might have been
honorably connected; and capable, at this
moment, of diffusing and receiving happiness!
But for your arts, I might have remained a
blessing to society, as well as the delight and
comfort of my friends!”
“Your being a married man unspeakably
aggravates both your guilt and mine. This
circumstance annexes indelible shame to our
crime! You have rent asunder the tenderest
ties of nature! You have broken the bonds of
conjugal love, which ought ever to be kept
sacred and inviolate! You have filled with
grief and discontent the heart of your amiable
wife, whom gratitude, if no other principle,
should have induced you to cherish with
tenderness; and I, wretch that I am, have
been your accomplice!”
“But I cease to reproach you. You have
acted but too consistently with the character,
which I was sufficiently apprised you sustained.
The blame then may be retorted on myself,
for disregarding the counsels, warnings and
admonitions of my best friends. You have
prided yourself in the character of libertine.
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Glory no longer in your shame! You have
accomplished your designs; your dreadful
designs against me! Let this suffice. Add
not to the number of those deluded creatures,
who will one day rise up in judgment against
you, and condemn you.”
By this time we had nearly reached the inn,
and were soon to part. I seized her hand
and exclaimed, “you must not leave me, Eliza,
with that awful anathema on your lips! Oh,
say that you will forget my past faults.” “That,”
said she, “I shall soon do; for in the grave
there is no remembrance!” This to my mind,
was a harsher sentence than the other; and
almost threw me into despair. Never was
so wrought upon before! I knew not what to
say or do! She saw my distress, and kindly
softened her manner. “If I am severe,” said
she, “it is because I wish to impress your mind
with such a sense of your offences against your
Maker, your friends and society in general, as
may effect your repentance and amendment.
I wish not to be your accuser, but your reformer.
On several accounts, I view my
own crime in a more aggravated light than
yours; but my conscience is awakened to a
conviction of my guilt. Yours, I fear is not.
Let me conjure you to return home, and
endeavor by your future kindness and fidelity
to your wife, to make her all the amends
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you may yet become a valuable member
of society, and secure happiness both here
and hereafter.”
I begged leave to visit her retirement next
week, not in continuation of our amour, but
as a friend, solicitous to know her situation
and welfare. Unable to speak, she only
bowed assent. The stage being now ready,
I whispered some tender things in her ear,
and kissing her cheek, which was all she
would permit, suffered her to depart.
My body remains behind; but my soul, if
I have any, went with her!
This was a horrid lecture, Charles! She
brought every charge against me, which a
fruitful and gloomy imagination could suggest!
But I hope, when she recovers, she will resume
her former cheerfulness, and become as
kind and agreeable as ever. My anxiety for
her safety is very great. I trust, however, it
will soon be removed; and peace and pleasure
be restored to your humble servant,
Peter Sanford.
Letter LXXI.
To Mrs. Lucy Sumner.
Hartford.
The drama is now closed! A
tragical one indeed it has proved!
How sincerely, my dear Mrs. Sumner, must
the friends of our departed Eliza, sympathize
with each other; and with her afflicted, bereaved
parent!
You have doubtless seen the account, in
the public papers, which gave us the melancholy
intelligence. But I will give you a detail
of circumstances.
A few days after my last was written, we
heard that Major Sanford’s property was
attached, and he a prisoner in his own house.
He was the last man, to whom we wished to
apply for information respecting the forlorn
wanderer; yet we had no other resource. And
after waiting a fortnight in the most cruel
suspense, we wrote a billet, entreating him, if
possible, to give some intelligence concerning
her. He replied, “that he was unhappily deprivedprived
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of all means of knowing himself; but
hoped soon to relieve his own, and our
anxiety about her.”
In this situation we continued, till a neighbor
(purposely, we since concluded) sent us a
Boston paper. Mrs. Wharton took it, and
inconscious of its contents, observed that the
perusal might divert her, a few moments.
She read for some time; when it suddenly
dropped upon the floor. She clasped her
hands together, and raising her streaming eyes
to heaven, exclaimed, “It is the Lord; let
him do what he will! Be still, O my soul,
and know that he is God!”
“What, madam,” said I, “can be the matter?”
She answered not; but with inexpressible anguish
depicted in her countenance, pointed to
the paper. I took it up, and soon found the
fatal paragraph. I shall not attempt to paint
our heart felt grief and lamentation upon this
occasion; for we had no doubt of Eliza’s being
the person described, as a stranger, who
died at Danvers, last July. Her delivery of
a child; her dejected state of mind; the
marks upon her linen; indeed, every circumstance
in the advertisement convinced us beyond
dispute, that it could be no other. Mrs.
Wharton retired immediately to her chamber,
where she continued overwhelmed with sorrow
that night and the following day. Such, in
fact, has been her habitual frame ever since;
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though the endeavors of her friends, who have
sought to console her, have rendered her somewhat
more conversable. My testimony of Eliza’s
penitence, before her departure, is a source
of comfort to this disconsolate parent. She
fondly cherished the idea, that having expiated
her offence by sincere repentance and amendment,
her deluded child finally made a happy
exchange of worlds. But the desperate resolution,
which she formed, and executed of becoming
a fugitive; of deserting her mother’s
house and protection, and of wandering and
dying among strangers, is a most distressing reflection
to her friends; especially to her mother,
in whose breast so many painful ideas arise,
that she finds it extremely difficult to compose
herself to that resignation, which she evidently
strives to exemplify.
Eliza’s brother has been to visit her last retreat;
and to learn the particulars of her melancholy
exit. He relates, that she was well
accommodated, and had every attention and
assistance, which her situation required. The
people where she resided appear to have a
lively sense of her merit and misfortunes.
They testify her modest deportment, her fortitude
under the sufferings to which she was
called, and the serenity and composure, with
which she bid a last adieu to the world. Mr.
Wharton has brought back several scraps of
her writing, containing miscellaneous reflectionstions
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on her situation, the death of her babe,
and the absence of her friends. Some of these
were written before, some after her confinement.
These valuable testimonies of the affecting
sense, and calm expectation she entertained
of her approaching dissolution, are calculated
to sooth and comfort the minds of
mourning connections. They greatly alleviate
the regret occasioned by her absence, at
this awful period.
Her elopement can be equalled only by
the infatuation which caused her ruin.
Her life has paid the forfeit of her folly.
Let that suffice.”
I am told that Major Sanford is quite frantic.
Sure I am that he has reason to be. If
the mischiefs he has brought upon others return
upon his own head, dreadful indeed
must be his portion! His wife has left him,
and returned to her parents. His estate,
which has been long mortgaged, is taken from
him; and poverty and disgrace await him!
Heaven seldom leaves injured innocence unavenged!
Wretch, that he is, he ought
for ever to be banished from human society!
I shall continue with Mrs. Wharton, till the
lenient hand of time has assuaged her sorrows;
and then make my promised visit to you. I
will bring Eliza’s posthumous papers with
me, when I come to Boston, as I have not
time to copy them now.
I foresee, my dear Mrs. Sumner, that this
disastrous affair will suspend your enjoyments,
as it has mine. But what are our feelings,
compared with the pangs which rend a parent’s
heart? This parent, I here behold, inhumanly
stripped of the best solace of her declining
years, by the ensnaring machinations
of a profligate debauchee! Not only the life,
but what was still dearer, the reputation and
virtue of the unfortunate Eliza, have fallen
victims at the shrine of libertinism! Detested
be the epithet! Let it henceforth bear its true
signature, and candor itself shall call it lust
and brutality!
Execrable is the man, however arrayed in
magnificence, crowned with wealth, or decorated
with the external graces and accomplishments
of fashionable life, who shall presume
to display them, at the expense of virtue and
innocence! Sacred names! attended with real
blessings; blessings too useful and important
to be trifled away! My resentment at the base
arts, which must have been employed to complete
the seduction of Eliza, I cannot suppress.
I wish them to be exposed, and stamped with
universal ignominy! Nor do I doubt but you
will join with me in execrating the measures
by which we have been robbed of so valuable
a friend; and society, of so ornamental a
member.
I am, &c.
Julia Granby.
Letter LXXII.
To Mr. Charles Deighton.
Hartford.
Confusion, horror and despair
are the portion of your wretched, unhappy
friend! Oh, Deighton, I am undone! Misery
irremediable is my future lot! She is gone;
yes, she is gone for ever! The darling of my
soul, the centre of all my wishes and enjoyments
is no more! Cruel fate has snatched her
from me; and she is irretrievably lost! I rave,
and then reflect: I reflect, and then rave! I
have not patience to bear this calamity, nor
power to remedy it! Where shall I fly from
the upbraidings of my mind, which accuses me
as the murderer of my Eliza? I would fly to
death, and seek a refuge in the grave; but
the forebodings of a retribution to come, I
cannot away with! Oh, that I had seen her;
that I had once more asked her forgiveness!
But even that privilege, that consolation
was denied me! The day on which I meant
to visit her, most of my property was attached,ed,
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and to secure the rest, I was obliged to shut
my doors, and become a prisoner in my own
house! High living, and old debts, incurred
by extravagance, had reduced the fortune of
my wife to very little, and I could not satisfy
the clamorous demands of my creditors.
I would have given millions, had I possessed
them, to have been at liberty to see, and to
have had power to preserve Eliza from death!
But in vain was my anxiety; it could not relieve;
it could not liberate me! When I first
heard the dreadful tidings of her exit, I believe
I acted like a madman! Indeed, I am little
else now!
I have compounded with my creditors, and
resigned the whole of my property.
Thus, that splendor and equipage, to secure
which, I have sacrificed a virtuous woman, is
taken from me; that poverty, the dread of
which prevented my forming an honorable
connection with an amiable and accomplished
girl, the only one I ever loved, has fallen,
with redoubled vengeance, upon my guilty
head; and i must become a vagabond in the
earth!
I shall fly my country as soon as possible;
I shall go from every object which reminds
me of my departed Eliza! But never, never
shall I eradicate from my bosom the idea of
her excellence; or the painful remembrance
of the injuries I have done her! Her shade
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will perpetually haunt me! The image of
her, as she appeared when mounting the carriage
which conveyed her for ever from my
sight, she waved her hand in token of a last
adieu, will always be present to my imagination!
The solemn counsel she gave me before
we parted, never more to meet, will not
cease to resound in my ears!
While my being is prolonged, I must feel
the disgraceful, and torturing effects of my
guilt in seducing her! How madly have I deprived
her of happiness, of reputation, of life.
Her friends, could they know the pangs of
contrition, and the horror of conscience which
attend me, would be amply revenged!
It is said, she quitted the world with composure
and peace. Well she might! She had
not that insupportable weight of iniquity,
which sinks me to despair! She found consolation
in that religion, which I have ridiculed
as priestcraft and hypocrisy! But
whether it be true, or false, would to heaven
I could now enjoy the comforts, which it votaries
evidently feel!
My wife has left me. As we lived together
without love, we parted without regret.
Now, Charles, I am to bid you a long, perhaps,
a last farewell. Where I shall roam
in future, I neither know nor care; I shall
go where the name of Sanford is unknown
and his person and sorrows unnoticed.
Your letter gave me the first information
of this awful event. I had taken a short excursion
into the country, where I had not seen
the papers; or if I had, paid little or no attention
to them. By your directions I found
the distressing narrative of her exit. The
poignancy of my grief, and the unavailing lamentations
which the intelligence excited,
[Gap in transcription—3 charactersobscured] no delineation. To scenes of this natue,
you have been habituted in the mansion
of sorrow, where you reside.
How sincerely I sympathize with the bereaved
parent of the dear, deceased Eliza, I
can feel, but have not the power to express. Let
it be her consolation, that her child is at rest.
The resolution which carried this deluded
wanderer thus far from her friends, and
supported her through her various trials, is astonishing!
Happy would it have been, had
she exerted an equal degree of fortitude in repelling
the first attacks upon her virtue! But
she is no more; and heaven forbid that I
should accuse or reproach her!
Yet, in what language shall I express my
abhorrence of the monster, whose detestable
[Gap in transcription—2 charactersobscured]rts have blasted one of the fairest flowers in
Creation? I leave him to God, and his own
conscience! Already is he exposed in his
true colors! Vengeance already begins to
overtake him! His sordid mind must now
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suffer the deprivation of those sensual gratifications,
beyond which he is incapable of enjoyment!
Upon your reflecting and steady mind, my
dear Julia, I need not inculcate the lessons
which may be drawn from this woe-fraught
tale; but for the sake of my sex in general
I wish it engraved upon every heart, that virtue
alone, independent of the trappings of
wealth, the parade of equipage, and the adulation
of gallantry, can secure lasting felicity.
From the melancholy story of Eliza Wharton,
let the American fair learn to reject with disdain
every insinuation derogatory to their true
dignity and honor. Let them despise, and
for ever banish the man, who can glory in the
seduction of innocence and the ruin of reputation.
To associate, is to approve; to approve,
is to be betrayed!
I am, &c.
Lucy Sumner.
I hope, madam that you will derive satisfaction
from these exertions of friendship, and
that, united to the many other sources of consolation
with which you are furnished, they
may alleviate your grief; and while they leave
the pleasing remembrance of her virtues, add
the supporting persuasion, that your Eliza is
happy.
I am, &c.
Julia Granby.
Finis.
Be it remembered, That on the eleventh day
of July, in the twenty-second year of the Independence of
the United States of America, Ebenezer Larkin,
of the said district, hath deposited in this Office, the title of
[Gap in transcription—3–4 charactersflawed-reproduction]Book, the right whereof he claims as Proprietor, in the
[Gap in transcription—3–4 charactersflawed-reproduction]rds following, to wit. The Coquette, or the
history of Eliza Wharton, a Novel, founded on
[Gap in transcription—3–4 charactersflawed-reproduction] by a Lady of Massachusetts.
[Gap in transcription—2–3 charactersflawed-reproduction] conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United
States, entitled, An Act for the Encouragement of Learn-
[Gap in transcription—3–5 charactersflawed-reproduction] securing the Copies of Maps, Charts, and Books, to
[Gap in transcription—5–7 charactersflawed-reproduction] Authors and Proprietors of such Copies, during the
[Gap in transcription—4–5 charactersflawed-reproduction] therein mentioned.
N. Goodale, Clerk of the District
of Massachusetts District.
A true Copy of Record.
Attest, N. Goodale, Clerk.