University of Virginia Library

MAD. VERNON TO JULIET.

“God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb,” my child.
Come to my arms. I have succeeded, at last, blessed be
heaven;—I have succeeded! and all that I have, dear, is
thine. The decision was finally made, about a month
since—but I feared to declare it, we have had so many
disappointments, until the money was actually in my

hands. It is so now, at this moment; and the power that
I have to make my sweet, dear Juliet, happy and independent,
is a compensation for all. Use no ceremony—
no delay—the gentleman that bears this, will take you
immediately under his protection; and never leave your
side, till my old arms are about you. And then—O Juliet!—my
child!—my child!—how happy we shall be!—
Your tenderness, and patience, and piety, are now to be
rewarded. No—it is no longer necessary to expose thy
young heart, to aught that may covet it. Together, we
will live—together die, now, dear, unless some great
heart shall learn thy value—and thine shall beat for it.
Come to me. I shall not sleep, till we meet.