Hitherto, sir, though you
have taken large strides to this crying sin, yet are you on this side the
commission of it.--When once it is done, nothing can recall it! And
where will be your triumph?--What glory will the spoils of such a weak
enemy yield you? Let me but enjoy my poverty with honesty, is all my
prayer, and I will bless you, and pray for you, every moment of my life!
Think, O think! before it is yet too late! what stings, what remorse will
attend your dying hour, when you come to reflect, that you have ruined,
perhaps soul and body, a wretched creature, whose only pride was her
virtue! And how pleased you will be, on the contrary, if in that
tremendous moment you shall be able to acquit yourself of this foul
crime, and to plead in your own behalf, that you suffered the earnest
supplications of an unhappy wretch to prevail with you to be innocent
yourself, and let her remain so!--May God Almighty, whose mercy so lately
saved you from the peril of perishing in deep waters, (on which, I hope,
you will give me cause to congratulate you!) touch your heart in my
favour, and save you from this sin, and me from this ruin!--And to him do
I commit my cause; and to him will I give the glory, and night and day
pray for you, if I may be permitted to escape this great evil!----
Your poor oppressed, broken spirited servant.
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