RANDOLPH TO SARAH.
I have just seen Mr. S. Can it be possible that you
are yet at Amboy? Yet, I am not sorry—except that
you will not get my letter of yesterday. But I hope this
will reach you in season, to prevent the evil effect of any
reports. Have you seen Monday morning's paper? I
hope not. But, if you have, let it not disturb you. We
hope that the account is exaggerated. Such things generally
are. You are wanted, here; but do not come—do
not, I entreat you, until you hear, from
me, that you are
indispensable. At present, you can be of no use. I am
anxious to hear from you. Why do I not? But, perhaps,
you have written; and the letter is now upon the
road. What has happened? How is your health? I
cannot write any more. It is impossible:—but, once
more, let me entreat you to be composed. Summon all
your faculties. There is a tremendous scene of trial before
you; but, heaven will never deny to
you, the strength
required to support it, if it be rightly sought after.
But, why did you stay at Amboy? The more that I
think of it, the more I am bewildered. So publick a place!
so unprotected!—and now, that I call to mind his manner,
it appears to me, that there was something mysterious
in it. He appeared anxious to avoid me. Tell me
the truth, Sarah. Whatever it be—that man does not
live, who shall trifle with me, beloved, as I am, by such
a woman! I want your answer—I am desperate.
