is, by teaching Maids to deserve to be Mistresses, to stir up
Mistresses to support their Distinction.«
 
We shall only add, That it was intended to prefix two neat Frontispieces to this
Edition, (and to present them to the Purchasers of the first) and one was
actually finished for that Purpose; but there not being Time for the other, from
the Demand for the new Impression; and the Engraving Part of that which was done
(tho' no Expence was spared) having fallen very short of the Spirit of the
Passages they were intended to represent, the Proprietors were advised to lay
them aside. And were the rather induced to do so, from the following Observation
of a most ingenious Gentleman, in a Letter to the Editor. »I am so jealous, says
he, in Behalf of our inward Idea of PAMELA'S Person, that I dread any figur'd
Pretence to Resemblance. For it will be pity to look at an Air, and imagine it
Hers, that does not carry some such elegant Perfection of Amiableness, as will
be sure to find place in the Fancy.«
 

  Verses, sent to the Bookseller, for the Unknown Author of the beautiful new
                              Piece call'd Pamela.

Blest be thy pow'rful Pen, whoe'er thou art,
Thou skill'd, great Moulder of the master'd Heart!
Where hast thou lain conceal'd! - or why thought fit,
At this dire Period, to unveil thy Wit?
O! late befriended Isle! had this broad Blaze,
With earlier Beamings, bless'd our Fathers Days,
The Pilot Radiance, pointing out the Source,
Whence public Health derives its vital Course,
Each timely Draught some healing Power had shown,
Ere gen'ral Gangrene blacken'd, to the Bone.
But, fest'ring now, beyond all Sense of Pain,
'Tis hopeless: and the Helper's Hand is vain.
Sweet Pamela! forever-blooming Maid!
Thou dear, unliving, yet immortal, Shade!
Why are thy Virtues scatter'd to the Wind?
Why are thy Beauties flash'd upon the Blind?
What, tho' thy flutt'ring Sex might learn, from thee,
That Merit forms a Rank, above Degree?
That Pride, too conscious, falls, from ev'ry Claim,
While humble Sweetness climbs, beyond its Aim?
What, tho' Religion, smiling from thy Eyes,
Shews her plain Power, and charms without Disguise?
What, tho' thy warmly-pleasing moral Scheme
Gives livelier Rapture, than the