LETTER X
MISS ARAB. HARLOWE, TO MISS CL. HARLOWEWEDN. MORN. SEPT. 6.
DEAR SISTER,
We have just heard that you are exceedingly ill. We all loved you asnever young creature was loved: you are sensible of that, sister Clary.And you have been very naughty--but we could not be angry always.
We are indeed more afflicted with the news of your being so very ill thanI can express; for I see not but, after this separation, (as weunderstand that your misfortune has been greater than your fault, andthat, however unhappy, you have demeaned yourself like the good youngcreature you used to be,) we shall love you better, if possible, thanever.
Take comfort, therefore, sister Clary, and don't be too much cast down--whatever your mortifications may be from such noble prospectsover-clouded, and from the reflections you will have from within, on yourfaulty step, and from the sullying of such a charming character by it,you will receive none from any of us; and, as an earnest of your papa'sand mamma's favour and reconciliation, they assure you by me of theirblessing and hourly prayers.
If it will be any comfort to you, and my mother finds this letter isreceived as we expect, (which we shall know by the good effect it willhave upon your health,) she will herself go to town to you. Mean-time,the good woman you so dearly love will be hastened up to you; and shewrites by this opportunity, to acquaint you of it, and of all ourreturning love.
I hope you will rejoice at this good news. Pray let us hear that you do.Your next grateful letter on this occasion, especially if it gives us thepleasure of hearing you are better upon this news, will be received withthe same (if not greater) delight, than we used to have in all yourprettily-penn'd epistles. Adieu, my dear Clary! I am,
Your loving sister, and true friend,ARABELLA HARLOWE.