Laurence Sterne,-Letters from Yorick to Eliza







To whom shou'd Eliza apply in
her distress, but to her friend
who loves her; why then, my dear,
do you apologize for employing

Yorick wou'd be offended, and
with reason, if you ever sent commis-
sions to another, which he cou'd execute
--- I have been with Zumps ---and
firstyour piano-forte must be tun'd from
the brass middle string of your guitar,
which is C. --- I have got you a ham-
mer too, and a pair of pliars to twist
your wire with; and may every one
of them, my dear, vibrate sweet com-



fort to my hopes! I have bought you
ten handsome brass screws to hang your
necessaries upon: I purchas'd twelve,
but stole a couple from you, to put
up in my own cabin, at Coxwauld ---I
shall never hang or take my hat off one
of them, but I shall think of you ---I
have bought thee, moreover, a couple
of iron screws, which are more to
be depended on than brass, for the
globe ---

I have wrote also to Mr. Abraham
Walker, pilot at Deal, to acquaint
him that I had dispatched these in a
packet directed to his care, which I
desir'd he wou'd seek after, the mo-
ment the Deal machine arrives --- I

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have moreover, given directions to him,
what sort of an armchair you wou'd
want, and have directed him to purchase
the best that Deal cou'd afford, and
take it with the parcel in the first
boat that went off --- Would, I cou'd,
Eliza, thus supply all thy wants, and
all thy wishes! it would be a state of
happiness to me ---

The journal is as it should be, all
but its contents ---

Poor dear, patient being! I do
more than pity you, for I think I lose
both firmness and philosophy, as I fi-
gure to myself your distresses ---



Do not think I spoke last night
with too much asperity of ***; there
was cause; and besides, a good heart
ought not to love a bad one, and in_
deed cannot. But, adieu to the ungrate_
ful subject---

I have been this morning to see Mrs.
James; she loves thee tenderly and
unfeignedly; she is alarm'd for thee;
she says thou lookedst most ill and me-
lancholy on going away; she pities
thee--- I shall visit her every Sunday
while I am in town ---

As this may be my last letter, I
earnestly bid thee farewell! may the
God of kindness be kind to thee, and



approve himself thy protector now
thou art defenceless! and for thy daily
comfort, bear in thy mind this truth,
"Tthat whatever measure of sorrow
and distress is thy portion, it will be
repaid to thee in a full measure of hap-
piness, by the Being thou hast wisely
chosen for thy eternal friend --- Farewell,
farewell, Eliza, whilst I live, count upon
me, as the most disinterested and warm
of earthly friends.


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