 own to you, Mr.
Meekly,
that I love
Aggy Jessamin,
my Heart also tells me that I shall always love her. What then must be the Consequence of my unhappy Affection? Neither my Father nor Uncle will ever approve of our Union, and I would rather pine to Death, than offend the One or the Other.
Should I happen to meet the sweet Girl apart, I fear, nay I feel, that I could not be able to resist the Temptation, and, should she happen to yield, what a Ruin must ensue! If she loved me, it would break the poor Thing's Heart to be forsaken, and the Breaking of her's would break my Heart also. And yet, I could never think of continuing in a criminal Commerce.
Ah, my dear Mr.
Meekly,
pity the Weakness of your Friend, and pity the Ignorance that he is in of his own Spirit. My Heart exulted this very Day in its own Humility, while it felt itself insensible to the Acclamations of the Vulgar, and while I reflected that a few Years would soon cripple the Performer of such trifling Exploits, or possibly render me, in old Age, the ridiculous Boaster of the Feats of my Childhood. But, when the sweet Breath of
Aggy
gave its pleasing Applause to my little Matters, Vanity and Self-esteem sunk, with her Approbation, deep into my Bosom, and I have not yet been able to dispossess them.
O, such is my Passion for her, that, could I get a Dispensation but for a single Trespass, I would willingly do, for it, whole Years of hermitical Penance in the Wilderness. But, what would that avail, my Friend, or how might a whole Eternity atone for the Seduction of Innocence and Corruption of Virtue?
O, help me then, Mr.
Meekly,
help me to struggle against myself; better is it to suffer All that the cruel Conflict may cost me, than to suffer the Stings of that never ending Remorse which would tear my Soul for having injured the Object of my Affection.
Meekly
was in Tears, and could not answer for some time.  �  Yes � says he at length, I will assist you in this Combat, a Combat more glorious than ever was fought by all the
Caesars
and
Alexanders
that ever drew Sword. And I will pray to the Captain of our Salvation, in your Behalf; that he may sight the good Fight both in you and for you, and finally crown you with the Wreath of eternal Glory! But then you must be ruled,
