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LETTER VIII
MR. BELFORD, TO ROBERT LOVELACE, ESQ.MONDAY, AUG. 15.
I am extremely concerned for thy illness. I should be very sorry to losethee. Yet, if thou diest so soon, I could wish, from my soul, it hadbeen before the beginning of last April: and this as well for thy sake,as for the sake of the most excellent woman in the world: for then thouwouldst not have had the most crying sin of thy life to answer for.
I was told on Saturday that thou wert very much out of order; and thismade me forbear writing till I heard farther. Harry, on his return fromthee, confirmed the bad way thou art in. But I hope Lord M. in hisunmerited tenderness for thee, thinks the worst of thee. What can it be,Bob.? A violent fever, they say; but attended with odd and severesymptoms.
I will not trouble thee in the way thou art in, with what passes herewith Miss Harlowe. I wish thy repentance as swift as thy illness; and asefficacious, if thou diest; for it is else to be feared, that she and youwill never meet in one place.
I told her how ill you are. Poor man! said she. Dangerously ill, sayyou?
Dangerously indeed, Madam!--So Lord M. sends me word!
God be merciful to him, if he die!--said the admirable creature.--Then,after a pause, Poor wretch!--may he meet with the mercy he has not shown!
I send this by a special messenger: for I am impatient to hear how itgoes with thee.--If I have received thy last letter, what melancholyreflections will that last, so full of shocking levity, give to