Pamela: Or Virtue Rewarded

I have great trouble and some comfort to acquaint you with. The trouble is that my good lady died of the illness I mentioned to you and left us all much grieved for the loss of her; for she was a dear good lady and kind to all us her servants. Much I feared that as I was taken by her ladyship to wait upon her person I should be quite destitute again and forced to return to you and my poor mother who have enough to do to maintain yourselves; and as my ladys goodness had put me to write and cast accounts and made me a little expert at my needle and otherwise qualified above my degree it was not every family that could have found a place that your poor Pamela was fit for: but God whose graciousness to us we have so often experienced at a pinch put it into my good ladys heart on her death-bed just an hour before she expired to recommend to my young master all her servants one by one; and when it came to my turn to be recommended for I was sobbing and crying at her pillow she could only say My dear son! and so broke off a little; and then recovering Remember my poor Pamela And these were some of her last words! O how my eyes run Dont wonder to see the paper so blotted.