So as I shall have an Opportunity of seeing you so shortly, I think I will mention no more Matters to you now. O I had like to have forgot one very material thing; which is that it will look horribly, for a Lady of my Quality and Fashion, to own such a Woman as you for my Mother. Therefore we must meet in private only, and if you will never claim me, nor mention me to any one, I will always allow you what is very handsome. Parson _Williams_ hath greatly advised me in this; and says, he thinks I should do very well to lay out twenty Pounds, and set you up in a little Chandler's Shop: but you must remember all my Favours to you will depend on your Secrecy; for I am positively resolved, I will not be known to be your Daughter; and if you tell any one so, I shall deny it with all my Might, which Parson _Williams_ says, I may do with a safe Conscience, being now a married Woman. So I rest _Your humble Servant_, SHAMELA. _P. S._ The strangest Fancy hath enter'd into my Booby's Head, that can be imagined. He is resolved to have a Book made about him and me; he proposed it to Mr. _Williams_, and offered him a Reward for his Pains; but he says he never writ any thing of that kind, but will recommend my Husband, when he comes to Town, to a Parson _who does that Sort of Business for Folks_, one who can make my Husband, and me, and Parson _Williams_, to be all great People; for he _can make black white_, it seems. Well, but they say my Name is to be altered, Mr. _Williams_, says the first Syllabub hath too comical a Sound, so it is to be changed into _Pamela_; I own I can't imagine what can be said; for to be sure I shan't confess any of my Secrets to them, and so I whispered Parson _Williams_ about that, who answered me, I need not give my self any Trouble; for the Gentleman _who writes Lives_, never asked more than a few Names of his Customers, and that he made all the rest out of his own Head; you mistake, Child, said he, if you apprehend any Truths are to be delivered. So far on the contrary, if you had not been acquainted with the Name, you would not have known it to be your own History. I have seen a _Piece of his Performance_, where the Person, whose Life was written, could he have risen from the Dead again, would not have even suspected he had been aimed at, unless by the Title of the Book, which was superscribed with his Name. Well, all these Matters are strange to me, yet I can't help laughing, to think I shall see my self in a printed Book. * * * * *