give you a greater proof of my
affection for you than by acting,
as I know you would wish me to do, whether Absent or Present. I
am my dear Emmas
sincere freind
E. L.
LETTER the NINTH
Mrs MARLOWE to Miss LUTTERELL
Grosvenor Street, April 10th
Need I say my dear Eloisa how wellcome your letter was to me I
cannot give a greater proof of the pleasure I received from it,
or of the Desire I feel that our Correspondence may be regular
and
frequent than by
setting you so good an example as I now do
in answering it before the end of the week--. But do not imagine
that I claim any merit in being so
punctual; on the
contrary I
assure you, that it is a far greater Gratification to me to write
to you, than to spend the Evening either at a Concert or a Ball.
Mr Marlowe is so
desirous of my appearing at some of the Public
places every evening that I do not like to refuse him, but at the
same time so much wish to remain at Home, that independant of the
Pleasure I experience in devoting any
portion of my Time to my
Dear Eloisa, yet the Liberty I claim from having a letter to
write of spending an Evening at home with my little Boy, you know
me well enough to be
sensible, will of itself be a sufficient
Inducement (if one is necessary) to my maintaining with Pleasure
a Correspondence with you. As to the subject of your letters to
me, whether grave or merry, if they concern you they must be
equally interesting to me; not but that I think the
melancholyIndulgence of your own sorrows by repeating them and
dwelling on
them to me, will only
encourage and increase them, and that it
will be more
prudent in you to avoid so sad a subject; but yet
knowing as I do what a soothing and
melancholy Pleasure it must
afford you, I cannot
prevail on myself to deny you so great an
Indulgence, and will only insist on your not expecting me to
encourage you in it, by my own letters; on the
contrary I intend
to fill them with such
lively Wit and enlivening Humour as shall
even
provoke a smile in the sweet but sorrowfull
countenance of
my Eloisa.
In the first place you are to learn that I have met your sisters
three freinds Lady Lesley and her Daughters, twice in Public
since I have been here. I know you will be
impatient to hear my
opinion of the Beauty of three Ladies of whom you have heard so
much. Now, as you are too ill and too
unhappy to be vain, I
think I may
venture to inform you that I like none of their faces
so well as I do your own. Yet they are all handsome--Lady Lesley
indeed I have seen before; her Daughters I beleive would in
general be said to have a finer face than her Ladyship, and yet
what with the charms of a Blooming
complexion, a little
Affectation and a great deal of small-talk, (in each of which she
is superior to the young Ladies) she will I dare say gain herself
as many admirers as the more regular features of Matilda, and
Margaret. I am sure you will agree with me in
saying that they
can none of them be of a proper size for real Beauty, when you
know that two of them are taller and the other shorter than
ourselves. In spite of this Defect (or rather by reason of it)
there is something very noble and
majestic in the figures of the
Miss Lesleys, and something agreably
lively in the appearance of
their pretty little Mother-in-law. But tho' one may be
majesticand the other
lively, yet the faces of neither possess that
Bewitching
sweetness of my Eloisas, which her present languor is
so far from diminushing. What would my Husband and Brother say
of us, if they knew all the fine things I have been
saying to you
in this letter. It is very hard that a pretty woman is never to
be told she is so by any one of her own sex without that person's
being suspected to be either her determined Enemy, or her
professed Toad-eater. How much more
amiable are women in that
particular! One man may say forty civil things to another
without our supposing that he is ever paid for it, and provided
he does his Duty by our sex, we care not how Polite he is to his
own.
Mrs Lutterell will be so good as to accept my compliments,
Charlotte, my Love, and Eloisa the best wishes for the recovery
of her Health and Spirits that can be offered by her
affectionate
Freind
E. Marlowe.
I am afraid this letter will be but a poor
specimen of my Powers
in the witty way; and your opinion of them will not be greatly
increased when I assure you that I have been as
entertaining as I
possibly could.
LETTER the TENTH
From Miss MARGARET LESLEY to Miss CHARLOTTE LUTTERELL
Portman Square April 13th
MY DEAR CHARLOTTE
We left Lesley-Castle on the 28th of last Month, and arrived
safely in London after a Journey of seven Days; I had the
pleasure of
finding your Letter here
waiting my Arrival, for
which you have my
grateful Thanks. Ah! my dear Freind I every
day more regret the
serene and
tranquil Pleasures of the Castle
we have left, in exchange for the
uncertain and
unequalAmusements of this vaunted City. Not that I will
pretend to
assert that these
uncertain and
unequal Amusements are in the
least Degree un
pleasing to me; on the
contrary I enjoy them
extremely and should enjoy them even more, were I not certain
that every appearance I make in Public but rivetts the Chains of
those
unhappy Beings whose Passion it is impossible not to pity,
tho' it is out of my power to return. In short my Dear Charlotte
it is my sensibility for the sufferings of so many
amiable young
Men, my Dislike of the
extremeadmiration I meet with, and my
aversion to being so
celebrated both in Public, in Private, in
Papers, and in Printshops, that are the reasons why I cannot more
fully enjoy, the Amusements so various and
pleasing of London.
How often have I wished that I possessed as little Personal
Beauty as you do; that my figure were as in
elegant; my face as
unlovely; and my appearance as un
pleasing as yours! But ah! what
little chance is there of so
desirable an Event; I have had the
small-pox, and must
thereforesubmit to my
unhappy fate.
I am now going to
intrust you my dear Charlotte with a secret
which has long disturbed the
tranquility of my days, and which is
of a kind to require the most inviolable Secrecy from you. Last
Monday se'night Matilda and I accompanied Lady Lesley to a Rout
at the Honourable Mrs Kickabout's; we were
escorted by Mr
Fitzgerald who is a very
amiable young Man in the main, tho'
perhaps a little
singular in his Taste--He is in love with
Matilda--. We had scarcely paid our Compliments to the Lady of
the House and curtseyed to half a score different people when my
Attention was attracted by the appearance of a Young Man the most
lovely of his Sex, who at that moment entered the Room with
another Gentleman and Lady. From the first moment I
beheld him,
I was certain that on him depended the future Happiness of my
Life. Imagine my surprise when he was introduced to me by the
name of Cleveland--I
instantly recognised him as the Brother of
Mrs Marlowe, and the
acquaintance of my Charlotte at Bristol. Mr
and Mrs M. were the gentleman and Lady who accompanied him. (You
do not think Mrs Marlowe handsome?) The
elegant address of Mr
Cleveland, his polished Manners and Delightful Bow, at once
confirmed my
attachment. He did not speak; but I can imagine
everything he would have said, had he opened his Mouth. I can
picture to myself the
cultivated Understanding, the Noble
sentiments, and
elegant Language which would have shone so
conspicuous in the conversation of Mr Cleveland. The approach of
Sir James Gower (one of my too numerous admirers) prevented the
Discovery of any such Powers, by putting an end to a Conversation
we had never commenced, and by attracting my attention to
himself. But oh! how
inferior are the accomplishments of Sir