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Produced by Julie C. Sparks.

CLARISSA HARLOWE

or the

HISTORY OF A YOUNG LADY

Nine Volumes
Volume II.

CONTENTS OF VOLUME II

LETTER I. Clarissa to Miss Howe.--
Another visit from her aunt and sister. The latter spitefully insults
her with the patterns. A tender scene between her aunt and her in
Arabella's absence. She endeavours to account for the inflexibility
of her parents and uncles.

LETTER II. Miss Howe to Clarissa.--
Humourous description of Mr. Hickman. Imagines, from what Lovelace,
Hickman, and Solmes, are now, what figures they made when boys at
school.

LETTER III. From the same.--
Useful observations on general life. Severe censures of the Harlowe
family, for their pride, formality, and other bad qualities.

LETTER IV. From the same.--
Mr. Hickman's conversation with two of Lovelace's libertine
companions.

LETTER V. From the same.--
An unexpected visit from Mr. Lovelace. What passes in it. Repeats
her advice to her to resume her estate.

LETTER VI. VII. VIII. Clarissa to Miss Howe.--
Farther particulars of the persecutions she receives from her violent
brother.

LETTER IX. From the same.--
Impertinence of Betty Barnes. Overhears her brother and sister
encourage Solmes to persevere in his address. She writes warmly to
her brother upon it.

LETTER X. From the same.--
Receives a provoking letter from her sister. Writes to her mother.
Her mother's severe reply. Is impatient. Desires Miss Howe's advice
what course to pursue. Tries to compose her angry passions at her
harpsichord. An Ode to Wisdom, by a Lady.

LETTER XI. Clarissa to Miss Howe.--
Chides her for misrepresenting Mr. Hickman. Fully answers her
arguments about resuming her estate. Her impartiality with regard to
what Miss Howe says of Lovelace, Solmes, and her brother. Reflections
on revenge and duelling.

LETTER XII. Miss Howe to Clarissa.--
Sir Harry Downeton's account of what passed between himself and
Solmes. She wishes her to avoid both men. Admires her for her
manifold excellencies.

LETTER XIII. Clarissa to Miss Howe.--
Why she cannot overcome her aversion to Solmes. Sharp letter to
Lovelace. On what occasion. All his difficulties, she tells him,
owning to his faulty morals; which level all distinction. Insists
upon his laying aside all thoughts of her. Her impartial and dutiful
reasonings on her difficult situation.

LETTER XIV. Miss Howe to Clarissa.--
A notable debate between her and her mother on her case. Those who
marry for love seldom so happy as those who marry for convenience.
Picture of a modern marriage. A lesson both to parents and children
in love-cases. Handsome men seldom make good husbands. Miss Howe
reflects on the Harlowe family, as not famous for strictness in
religion or piety. Her mother's partiality for Hickman.

LETTER XV. Clarissa to Miss Howe.--
Her increased apprehensions. Warmly defends her own mother.
Extenuates her father's feelings; and expostulates with her on her
undeserved treatment of Mr. Hickman. A letter to her from Solmes.
Her spirited answer. All in an uproar about it. Her aunt Hervey's
angry letter to her. She writes to her mother. Her letter returned
unopened. To her father. He tears her letter in pieces, and sends it
back to her. She then writes a pathetic letter to her uncle Harlowe.

LETTER XVI. From the same.--
Receives a gentler answer than she expected from her uncle Harlowe.
Makes a new proposal in a letter to him, which she thinks must be
accepted. Her relations assembled upon it. Her opinion of the
sacrifice which a child ought to make to her parents.

LETTER XVII. From the same.--
She tells her that the proposal she had made to her relations, on
which she had built so much, is rejected. Betty's saucy report upon
it. Her brother's provoking letter to her. Her letter to her uncle
Harlowe on the occasion. Substance of a letter excusatory from Mr.
Lovelace. He presses for an interview with her in the garden.

LETTER XVIII. Clarissa to Miss Howe.--
Her uncle's angry answer. Substance of a humble letter from Mr.
Lovelace. He has got a violent cold and hoarseness, by his fruitless
attendance all night in the coppice. She is sorry he is not well.
Makes a conditional appointment with him for the next night, in the
garden. Hates tyranny in all shapes.

LETTER XIX. From the same.--
A characteristic dialogue with the pert Betty Barnes. Women have
great advantage over men in all the powers that relate to the
imagination. Makes a request to her uncle Harlowe, which is granted,
on condition that she will admit of a visit from Solmes. She
complies; and appoints that day sevennight. Then writes to Lovelace
to suspend the intended interview. Desires Miss Howe to inquire into
Lovelace's behaviour at the little inn he puts up at in his way to
Harlowe-Place.

LETTER XX. From the same.--
Receives a letter from Lovelace, written in very high terms, on her
suspending the interview. Her angry answer. Resolves against any
farther correspondence with him.

LETTER XXI. Miss Howe to Clarissa.--
Humourous account of her mother and Mr. Hickman in their little
journey to visit her dying cousin. Rallies her on her present
displeasure with Lovelace.

LETTER XXII. Mr. Hickman to Mrs. Howe.--
Resenting Miss Howe's treatment of him.

LETTER XXIII. Mrs. Howe. In answer.

LETTER XXIV. Miss Howe to Clarissa.--
Observes upon the contents of her seven last letters. Advises her to
send all the letters and papers she would not have her relations see;
also a parcel of clothes, linen, &c. Is in hopes of procuring an
asylum for her with her mother, if things come to extremity.

LETTER XXV. Clarissa to Miss Howe.--
Requisites of true satire. Rejoices in the hopes she gives of her
mother's protection. Deposits a parcel of linen, and all Lovelace's
letters. Useful observations relating to family management, and to
neatness of person and dress. Her contrivances to amuse Betty Barnes.

LETTER XXVI. Miss Howe to Clarissa.--
Result of her inquiry after Lovelace's behaviour at the inn. Doubts
not but he has ruined the innkeeper's daughter. Passionately inveighs
against him.

LETTER XXVII. Clarissa. In answer.--
Is extremely alarmed at Lovelace's supposed baseness. Declares her
abhorrence of him.

LETTER XXVIII. Miss Howe to Clarissa.--
Lovelace, on inquiry, comes out to be not only innocent with regard to
his Rosebud, but generous. Miss Howe rallies her on the effects this
intelligence must have upon her generosity.

LETTER XXIX. Clarissa. In reply.--
Acknowledges her generosity engaged in his favour. Frankly expresses
tenderness and regard for him; and owns that the intelligence of his
supposed baseness had affected her more than she thinks it ought.
Contents of a letter she has received from him. Pities him. Writes
to him that her rejection of Solmes is not in favour to himself; for
that she is determined to hold herself free to obey her parents, (as
she had offered to them,) of their giving up Solmes. Reproaches him
for his libertine declarations in all companies against matrimony.
Her notions of filial duty, notwithstanding the persecutions she meets
with.

LETTER XXX. Miss Howe to Clarissa.--
Her treatment of Mr. Hickman on his intrusion into her company.
Applauds Clarissa for the generosity of her spirit, and the greatness
of her mind.

LETTER XXXI. Clarissa to Miss Howe.--
Dr. Lewen makes her a formal visit. Affected civility of her brother
and sister to her. Is visited by her uncle Harlowe: and by her
sister. She penetrates the low art designed in this change of their
outward behaviour. Substance of Lovelace's reply to her last. He
acknowledges his folly for having ever spoken lightly of matrimony.

LETTER XXXII. From the same.--
Another letter from Mr. Lovelace, in which he expresses himself
extremely apprehensive of the issue of her interview with Solmes.
Presses her to escape; proposes means for effecting it; and threatens
to rescue her by violence, if they attempt to carry her to her uncle
Antony's against her will. Her terror on the occasion. She insists,
in her answer, on his forbearing to take any rash step; and expresses
herself highly dissatisfied that he should think himself entitled to
dispute her father's authority in removing her to her uncle's. She
relies on Mrs. Howe's protection till her cousin Morden arrives.

LETTER XXXIII. Clarissa to Miss Howe.--
A visit from her aunt Hervey, preparative to the approaching interview
with Solmes. Her aunt tells her what is expected on her having
consented to that interview.

LETTER XXXIV. XXXV. From the same.--
A particular account of what passed in the interview with Solmes; and
of the parts occasionally taken in it by her boisterous uncle, by her
brutal brother, by her implacable sister, and by her qualifying aunt.
Her perseverance and distress. Her cousin Dolly's tenderness for her.
Her closet searched for papers. All the pens and ink they find taken
from her.

LETTER XXXVI. From the same.--
Substance of a letter from Lovelace. His proposals, promises, and
declarations. All her present wish is, to be able to escape Solmes,
on one hand, and to avoid incurring the disgrace of refuging with the
family of a man at enmity with her own, on the other. Her emotions
behind the yew-hedge on seeing her father going into the garden.
Grieved at what she hears him say. Dutiful message to her mother.
Harshly answered. She censures Mr. Lovelace for his rash threatenings
to rescue her. Justifies her friends for resenting them; and condemns
herself for corresponding with him at first.

LETTER XXXVII. Miss Howe to Clarissa.--
Is vexed at the heart to be obliged to tell her that her mother
refuses to receive and protect her. Offers to go away privately with
her.

LETTER XXXVIII. Clarissa to Miss Howe.--
Her disinterested arguments in Mrs. Howe's favour, on her refusal to
receive her. All her consolation is, that her unhappy situation is
not owing to her own inadvertence of folly. Is afraid she is singled
out, either for her own faults, or for those of her family, or perhaps
for the faults of both, to be a very unhappy creature. Justifies the
ways of Providence, let what will befal her: and argues with exemplary
greatness of mind on this subject. Warmly discourages Miss Howe's
motion to accompany her in her flight.

LETTER XXXIX. Clarissa to Miss Howe.--
Further instances of her impartiality in condemning Lovelace, and
reasoning for her parents. Overhears her brother and sister exulting
in the success of their schemes; and undertaking, the one to keep his
father up to his resentment on occasion of Lovelace's menaces, the
other her mother. Exasperated at this, and at what her aunt Hervey
tells her, she writes to Lovelace, that she will meet him the
following Monday, and throw herself into the protection of the ladies
of his family.

LETTER XL. From the same.--
Her frightful dream. Now that Lovelace has got her letter, she
repents her appointment.

LETTER XLI. From the same.--
Receives a letter from Mr. Lovelace, full of transport, vows, and
promises. He presumes upon her being his on her getting away, though
she has not given him room for such hopes. In her answer she tells
him, 'that she looks not upon herself as absolutely bound by her
appointment: that there are many points to be adjusted between them
(were she to leave her father's house) before she can give him
particular encouragement: that he must expect she will do her utmost
to procure a reconciliation with her father, and his approbation of
her future steps.' All her friends are to be assembled on the
following Wednesday: she is to be brought before them. How to be
proceeded with. Lovelace, in his reply, asks pardon for writing to
her with so much assurance; and declares his entire acquiescence with
her will and pleasure.

LETTER XLII. From the same.--
Confirms her appointment; but tells him what he is not to expect.
Promises, that if she should change her mind as to withdrawing, she
will take the first opportunity to see him, and acquaint him with her
reasons. Reflections on what she has done. Her deep regret to be
thus driven.

LETTER XLIII. Miss Howe to Clarissa.--
Reasons why she ought to allow her to accompany her in her flight.
Punctilio at an end, the moment she is out of her father's house.
Requisites of friendship. Questions whether she will not rather
choose to go off with one of her own sex than with Lovelace? And if
not, whether she should not marry him as soon as possible?

LETTER XLIV. Clarissa to Miss Howe, (Miss Howe's last not received.)
Lovelace promises compliance, in every article, with her pleasure.
Her heart misgives her notwithstanding. She knows not but she may yet
recede.

LETTER XLV. From the same. In answer to Letter XLIII.--
Reflections worthy of herself on some of the passages in Miss Howe's
last letter. Gives her home-put questions a full consideration; and
determines NOT to withdraw with Lovelace.

LETTER XLVI. XLVII. From the same.--
Substance of her letter to Lovelace, revoking her appointment. Thinks
herself obliged (her letter being not taken away) as well by promise
as in order to prevent mischief, to meet him, and to give him her
reason for revoking.--The hour of meeting now at hand, she is
apprehensive of the contest she shall have with him, as he will come
with a different expectation.

LETTER XLVIII. From the same.--
Dated from St. Alban's. Writes in the utmost anguish of mind for the
little parcel of linen she had sent to her with better hopes.
Condemns her own rashness in meeting Lovelace. Begs her pity and her
prayers.

THE HISTORY

OF

CLARISSA HARLOWE

LETTER I

MISS CLARISSA HARLOWE, TO MISS HOWE

My heart fluttered with the hope and the fear of seeing my mother, and
with the shame and grief of having given her so much uneasiness. But
it needed not: she was not permitted to come. But my aunt was so good
as to return, yet not without my sister; and, taking my hand, made me
sit down by her.

She came, she must own, officiously, she said, this once more, though
against the opinion of my father: but knowing and dreading the
consequence of my opposition, she could not but come.

She then set forth to my friends' expectation from me; Mr. Solmes's
riches (three times as rich he came out to be, as any body had thought
him); the settlements proposed; Mr. Lovelace's bad character; their
aversions to him; all in a very strong light; not in a stronger than
my mother had before placed them in. My mother, surely, could not
have given the particulars of what had passed between herself and me:
if she had, my aunt would not have repeated many of the same
sentiments, as you will find she did, that had been still more
strongly urged, without effect by her venerable sister.

She said it would break the heart of my father to have it imagined
that he had not a power over his own child; and that, as he thought,
for my own good: a child too, whom they had always doated upon!--
Dearest, dearest Miss, concluded she, clasping her fingers, with the
most condescending earnestness, let me beg of you, for my sake, for
your own sake, for a hundred sakes, to get over this averseness, to
give up your prejudices, and make every one happy and easy once more.
--I would kneel to you, my dearest Niece--nay, I will kneel to you!--

And down she dropt, and I with her, kneeling to her, and beseeching
her not to kneel; clasping my arms about her, and bathing her worthy
bosom with my tears.

O rise! rise! my beloved Aunt, said I: you cut me to the heart with
this condescending goodness.

Say then, my dearest Niece, say then, that you will oblige all your
friends!--If you love us, I beseech you do--

How can I perform what I can sooner choose to die than to perform!--

Say then, my dear, that you will consider of it. Say you will but
reason with yourself. Give us but hopes. Don't let me entreat, and
thus entreat, in vain--[for still she kneeled, and I by her].

What a hard case is mine!--Could I but doubt, I know I could conquer.
--That which is an inducement to my friends, is none at all to me--How
often, my dearest Aunt, must I repeat the same thing?--Let me but be
single--Cannot I live single? Let me be sent, as I have proposed, to
Scotland, to Florence, any where: let me be sent a slave to the
Indies, any where--any of these I will consent to. But I cannot,
cannot think of giving my vows to man I cannot endure!

Well then, rising, (Bella silently, with uplifted hands, reproaching
my supposed perverseness,) I see nothing can prevail with you to
oblige us.

What can I do, my dearest Aunt Hervey? What can I do? Were I capable
of giving a hope I meant not to enlarge, then could I say, I would
consider of your kind advice. But I would rather be thought perverse
than insincere. Is there, however, no medium? Can nothing be thought
of? Will nothing do, but to have a man who is the more disgustful to
me, because he is unjust in the very articles he offers?

Whom now, Clary, said my sister, do you reflect upon? Consider that.

Make not invidious applications of what I say, Bella. It may not be
looked upon in the same light by every one. The giver and the
accepter are principally answerable in an unjust donation. While I
think of it in this light, I should be inexcusable to be the latter.
But why do I enter upon a supposition of this nature?--My heart, as I
have often, often said, recoils, at the thought of the man, in every
light.--Whose father, but mine, agrees upon articles where there is no
prospect of a liking? Where the direct contrary is avowed, all along
avowed, without the least variation, or shadow of a change of
sentiment?--But it is not my father's doing originally. O my cruel,
cruel brother, to cause a measure to be forced upon me, which he would
not behave tolerably under, were the like to be offered to him!

The girl is got into her altitudes, Aunt Hervey, said my sister. You
see, Madam, she spares nobody. Be pleased to let her know what she
has to trust to. Nothing is to be done with her. Pray, Madam,
pronounce her doom.

My aunt retired to the window, weeping, with my sister in her hand: I
cannot, indeed I cannot, Miss Harlowe, said she, softly, (but yet I
heard every word she said): there is great hardship in her case. She
is a noble child after all. What pity things are gone so far!--But
Mr. Solmes ought to be told to desist.

O Madam, said my sister, in a kind of loud whisper, are you caught too
by the little siren?--My mother did well not to come up!--I question
whether my father himself, after his first indignation, would not be
turned round by her. Nobody but my brother can do any thing with her,
I am sure.

Don't think of your brother's coming up, said my aunt, still in a low
voice--He is too furious. I see no obstinacy, no perverseness, in her
manner! If your brother comes, I will not be answerable for the
consequences: for I thought twice or thrice she would have gone into
fits.

O Madam, she has a strong heart!--And you see there is no prevailing
with her, though you were upon your knees to her.

My sister left my aunt musing at the window, with her back towards us,
and took that opportunity to insult me still more barbarously; for,
stepping to my closet, she took up the patterns which my mother had
sent me up, and bringing them to me, she spread them upon the chair by
me; and offering one, and then another, upon her sleeve and shoulder,
thus she ran on, with great seeming tranquility, but whisperingly, that
my aunt might not hear her. This, Clary, is a pretty pattern enough: but
this is quite charming! I would advise you to make your appearance in
it. And this, were I you, should be my wedding night-gown--And this my
second dressed suit! Won't you give orders, love, to have your
grandmother's jewels new set?--Or will you thing to shew away in the new
ones Mr. Solmes intends to present to you? He talks of laying out two or
three thousand pounds in presents, child! Dear heart!--How gorgeously
will you be array'd! What! silent still?--But, Clary, won't you have a
velvet suit? It would cut a great figure in a country church, you know:
and the weather may bear it for a month yet to come. Crimson velvet,
suppose! Such a fine complexion as yours, how it would be set off by it!
What an agreeable blush would it give you!--Heigh-ho! (mocking me, for I
sighed to be thus fooled with,) and do you sigh, love?--Well then, as it
will be a solemn wedding, what think you of black velvet, child?--Silent
still, Clary?--Black velvet, so fair as you are, with those charming
eyes, gleaming through a wintry cloud, like an April sun!--Does not
Lovelace tell you they are charming eyes?--How lovely will you appear to
every one!--What! silent still, love?--But about your laces, Clary?--

She would have gone on still further, had not my aunt advance towards
me, wiping her eyes--What! whispering ladies! You seem so easy and so
pleased, Miss Harlowe, with your private conference, that I hope I
shall carry down good news.

I am only giving her my opinion of her patterns, here.--Unasked
indeed; but she seems, by her silence, to approve of my judgment.

O Bella! said I, that Mr. Lovelace had not taken you at your word!--
You had before now been exercising your judgment on your own account:
and I had been happy as well as you! Was it my fault, I pray you,
that it was not so?--

O how she raved!

To be so ready to give, Bella, and so loth to take, is not very fair
in you.

The poor Bella descended to call names.

Why, Sister, said I, you are as angry, as if there were more in the
hint than possibly might be designed. My wish is sincere, for both our
sakes!--for the whole family's sake!--And what (good now) is there in
it?--Do not, do not, dear Bella, give me cause to suspect, that I have
found a reason for your behaviour to me, and which till now was wholly
unaccountable from sister to sister--

Fie, fie, Clary! said my aunt.

My sister was more and more outrageous.

O how much fitter, said I, to be a jest, than a jester!--But now,
Bella, turn the glass to you, and see how poorly sits the robe upon
your own shoulders, which you have been so unmercifully fixing upon
mine!

Fie, fie, Miss Clary! repeated my aunt.

And fie, fie, likewise, good Madam, to Miss Harlowe, you would say,
were you to have heard her barbarous insults!

Let us go, Madam, said my sister, with great violence; let us leave
the creature to swell till she bursts with her own poison.--The last
time I will ever come near her, in the mind I am in!

It is so easy a thing, returned I, were I to be mean enough to follow
an example that is so censurable in the setter of it, to vanquish such
a teasing spirit as your's with its own blunt weapons, that I am
amazed you will provoke me!--Yet, Bella, since you will go, (for she
had hurried to the door,) forgive me. I forgive you. And you have a
double reason to do so, both from eldership and from the offence so
studiously given to one in affliction. But may you be happy, though
I never shall! May you never have half the trials I have had! Be
this your comfort, that you cannot have a sister to treat you as you
have treated me!--And so God bless you!

O thou art a--And down she flung without saying what.

Permit me, Madam, said I to my aunt, sinking down, and clasping her
knees with my arms, to detain you one moment--not to say any thing
about my poor sister--she is her own punisher--only to thank you for
all your condescending goodness to me. I only beg of you not to
impute to obstinacy the immovableness I have shown to so tender a
friend; and to forgive me every thing I have said or done amiss in
your presence, for it has not proceeded from inward rancour to the
poor Bella. But I will be bold to say, that neither she, nor my
brother, nor even my father himself, knows what a heart they have set
a bleeding.

I saw, to my comfort, what effect my sister's absence wrought for me.
--Rise, my noble-minded Niece!--Charming creature! [those were her
kind words] kneel not to me!--Keep to yourself what I now say to you.
--I admire you more than I can express--and if you can forbear
claiming your estate, and can resolve to avoid Lovelace, you will
continue to be the greatest miracle I ever knew at your years--but I
must hasten down after your sister.--These are my last words to you:
'Conform to your father's will, if you possibly can. How meritorious
will it be in you if you do so! Pray to God to enable you to conform.
You don't know what may be done.'

Only, my dear Aunt, one word, one word more (for she was going)--Speak
all you can for my dear Mrs. Norton. She is but low in the world:
should ill health overtake her, she may not know how to live without
my mamma's favour. I shall have no means to help her; for I will want
necessaries before I will assert my right: and I do assure you, she
has said so many things to me in behalf of my submitting to my
father's will, that her arguments have not a little contributed to
make me resolve to avoid the extremities, which nevertheless I pray to
God they do not at last force me upon. And yet they deprive me of her
advice, and think unjustly of one of the most excellent of women.

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