And
now let me know what my Pamela has further to wish?
O, my dearest sir, said I, not a single wish more has your grateful
Pamela! My heart is overwhelmed with your goodness! Forgive these tears
of joy, added I: You have left me nothing to pray for, but that God will
bless you with life, and health, and honour, and continue to me the
blessing of your esteem; and I shall then be the happiest creature in the
world.
He clasped me in his arms, and said, You cannot, my dear life, be so
happy in me, as I am in you. O how heartily I despise all my former
pursuits, and headstrong appetites! What joys, what true joys, flow from
virtuous love! joys which the narrow soul of the libertine cannot take
in, nor his thoughts conceive! And which I myself, whilst a libertine,
had not the least notion of!
But, said he, I expected my dear spouse, my Pamela, had something to ask
for herself. But since all her own good is absorbed in the delight her
generous heart takes in promoting that of others, it shall be my study to
prevent her wishes, and to make her care for herself unnecessary, by my
anticipating kindness.
In this manner, my dear parents, is your happy daughter blessed in a
husband! O how my exulting heart leaps at the dear, dear word!--And I
have nothing to do, but to be humble, and to look up with gratitude to
the all-gracious dispenser of these blessings.
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