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Chapter 41. Evelina to Miss Mirvan
Chapter 42. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars
Chapter 43. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 44. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 45. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 46. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars
Chapter 47. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars
Chapter 48. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 49. Mr. Villars to Evelina
Chapter 50. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars
Chapter 51. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 52. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 53. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 54. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 55. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 56. Mr. Villars to Evelina
Chapter 57. Evelina to Miss Mirvan
Chapter 58. Evelina to Miss Mirvan
Chapter 59. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 60. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 61. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 62. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars
Chapter 63. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 64. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 65. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 66. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 67. Mr. Villars to Evelina
Chapter 68. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars
Chapter 69. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 70. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 71. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 72. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 73. Mr. Villars to Evelina
Chapter 74. Lady Belmont to Sir John Belmont
Chapter 75. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars
Chapter 76. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 77. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 78. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 79. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 80. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 81. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 82. Evelina in Continuation
Chapter 83. Mr. Villars to Evelina
Chapter 84. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars
TO DR. BURNEY
Oh, Author of my being! — far more dear
To me than light, than nourishment, or rest,
Hygeia’s blessings, Rapture’s burning tear,
Or the life-blood that mantles in my breast!
If in my heart the love of Virtue glows,
’T was planted there by an unerring rule;
From thy example the pure flame arose,
Thy life, my precept — thy good works, my school.
Could my weak pow’rs thy num’rous virtues trace,
By filial love each fear should be repress’d,
The blush of Incapacity I’d chace,
And stand, Recorder of thy worth, confess’d:
But since my niggard stars that gift refuse,
Concealment is the only boon I claim;
Obscure be still the unsuccessful Muse,
Who cannot raise, but