And rest assur'd she'll never cease,
To pray for all your joys increase,
While life is lent to PAMELA.

XIV.

On God all future good depends:
Serve him. And so my sonnet ends,
With, thank ye, thank ye, honest friends,
For all your loves to PAMELA,

Here it is necessary the reader should know, that the fair Pamela's
trials were not yet over; but the worst were to come, at a time when she
thought them at an end, and that she was returning to her father: for
when her master found her virtue was not to be subdued, and he had in
vain tried to conquer his passion for her, being a gentleman of pleasure
and intrigue, he had ordered his Lincolnshire coachman to bring his
travelling chariot from thence, not caring to trust his Bedfordshire
coachman, who, with the rest of the servants, so greatly loved and
honoured the fair damsel; and having given him instructions accordingly,
and prohibited the other servants, on pretence of resenting Pamela's
behaviour, from accompanying her any part of the road, he drove her five
miles on the way to her father's; and then turning off, crossed the
country, and carried her onwards toward his Lincolnshire estate.

It is also to be observed, that the messenger of her letters to her
father, who so often pretended business that way, was an implement in his
master's hands, and employed by him for that purpose; and always gave her
letters first to him, and his master used to open and read them, and then
send them on; by which means, as he hints to her, (as she observes in her