The history of Tom Jones: a foundling. In three volumes. ... By Henry Fielding, Esq;. [pt.1]

THE HISTORY OF A FOUNDLING.

BOOK IV.

Containing the Time of a Year.

CHAP. I.

Containing four Pages of Paper.

AS Truth distinguishes our Writings from those idle Romances which are filled with Monsters, the Productions, not of nature, but of distempered Brains; and which have been therefore recommended by an eminent Critic to the sole Use of the Pastry-Cook: So, on the other hand, we would avoid any Resemblance to that Kind of History which a ce∣lebrated Poet seems to think is no less calculated for the Emolument of the Brewer, as the reading of it should be always attended with a Tankard of good Ale.

While—History with her Comrade Ale, Sooths the sad Series of her serious Tale.

For as this is the Liquor of modern Historians, nay, perhaps their Muse, if we may believe the O∣pinion of Butler, who attributes inspiration to Ale, it ought likewise to be the Potation of their Readers;

since every Book ought to be read with the same Spirit, and in the same manner, as it is writ. Thus the famous Author of Hurlothrumbo told a learned Bishop, that the Reason his Lordship could not taste the Excellence of his Piece, was that he did not read it with a Fiddle in his Hand; which Instrument he himself always had in his own, when he compo∣sed it.

That our Work, therefore, might be in no Danger of being likened to the Labours of these Historians, we have taken every Occasion of interspersing through the whole sundry Similies, Descriptions, and other kind of poetical Embellishments. These are indeed, designed to supply the Place of the said Ale, and to refresh the Mind, whenever those Slumbers which in a long Work are apt to invade the Reader as well the Writer, shall begin to creep upon him. With∣out Interruptions of this Kind, the best Narrative of plain Matter of Fact must overpower every Reader; for nothing but the everlasting Watchfulness, which Homer hath ascribed to Jove himself, can be Proof against a News Paper of many Volumes.

We shall leave to the Reader to determine with what Judgment we have chosen the several Occasions for inserting these ornamental Parts of our Work. Surely it will be allowed that none could be more proper than the present; where we are about to in∣troduce a considerable Character on the Scene; no less, indeed, than the Heroine of this Heroic, Hi∣storical, Prosaic Poem. Here, therefore, we have thought proper to prepare the Mind of the Reader for her Reception, by filling it with every pleasing Image, which we can draw from the Face of Nature. And for this Method we plead many Precedents. First, this is an Art well known to, and much practised by, our Tragic Poets; who seldom fail to prepare their Audience for the Reception of their principal Characters.

Thus the Heroe is always introduced with a flou∣rish of Drums and Trumpets, in order to rouse a martial Spirit in the Audience, and to accommodate their Ears to Bombast and Fustian, which Mr. Lock's blind Man would not have grossly erred in likening to the Sound of a Trumpet. Again, when Lovers are coming forth, soft Music often conducts them on the Stage, either to sooth the Audience with all the Softness of the tender Passion, or to lull or prepare them for that gentle Slumber in which they will most probably be composed by the ensuing Scene.

And not only the Poets, but the Masters of these Poets, the Managers of Play-houses, seem to be in this Secret; for, besides the aforesaid Kettle Drums, &c. which denote the Heroe's Approach, he is ge∣neraly ushered on the Stage by a large Troop of half a dozen Scene-shifters; and how necessary these are imagined to his Appearance, may be concluded from the following Theatrical Story.

King Pyrrhus was at Dinner at an Ale-house bor∣dering on the Theatre, when he was summoned to go on the Stage. The Heroe, being unwilling to quit his Shoulder of Mutton, and as unwilling to draw on himself the Indignation of Mr. Wilks, (his Brother Manager) for making the Audience wait, had bribed these his Harbingers to be out of the Way. While Mr. Wilks, therefore, was thundering out,

'Where are the Carpenters to walk on before King Pyrrhus,'

that Monarch very quietly eat his Mutton, and the Audience, however impatient, were obliged to en∣tertain themselves with Music in his Absence.

To be plain, I much question whether the Politi∣cian, who hath generally a good Nose, hath not scented out somewhat of the Utility of this Practice. I am convinced that awful Magistrate my Lord May∣or contracts a good deal of that Reverence which at∣tends him through the Year, by the several Pageants who precede his Pomp. Nay, I must confess, that

even I myself, who am not remarkably liable to be captivated with Show, have yielded not a little to the Impressions of much preceding State. When I have seen a Man strutting in a Procession, after others whose Business hath been only to walk before him, I have conceived a higher Notion of his Dignity, than I have felt on seeing him in a common Situation. But there is one Instance which comes exactly up to my Purpose. This is the Custom of sending on a Bas∣ket-woman, who is to precede the Pomp at a Coro∣nation, and to strew the Stage with Flowers, before the great Personages begin their Procession. The Antients would certainly have invoked the Goddess Flora for this Purpose, and it would have been no Dif∣ficulty for their Priests or Politicians to have persuad∣ed the People of the real Presence of the Deity, though a plain Mortal had personated her, and per∣formed her Office. But we have no such Design of imposing on our Reader, and therefore those who ob∣ject to the Heathen Theology, may, if they please, change our Goddess into the above-mentioned Bas∣ket-woman. Our Intention, in short, is to intro∣duce our Heroine with the utmost Solemnity in our Power, with an Elevation of Stile, and all other Cir∣cumstances proper to raise the Veneration of our Rea∣der. Indeed we would, for certain Causes, advise those of our Male Readers who have any Hearts, to read no farther, were we not well assured, that how amiable soever the Picture of our Heroine will appear, as it is really a Copy from Nature, many of our fair Country-women will be found worthy to satisfy any Passion, and to answer any Idea of Female Perfecti∣on, which our Pencil will be able to raise.

And now, without any further Preface, we pro∣ceed to our next Chapter.

CHAP. II.

A short Hint of what we can do in the Sublime, and a Description of Miss Sophia Western.

HUshed be every ruder Breath. May the Heathen Ruler of the Winds confine in Iron Chains the boisterous Limbs of noisy Boreas, and the sharp-pointed Nose of bitter-biting Eurus. Do thou, sweet Zephyrus, rising from thy fragrant Bed, mount the Western Sky, and lead on those delicious Gales, the Charms of which call forth the lovely Flora from her Chamber, perfumed with pearly Dews, when on the first of June, her Birth-day, the blooming Maid in loose Attire, gently trips it over the verdant Mead, where every Flower rises to do her Homage, till the whole Field becomes enamelled, and Colours contend with Sweets which shall ravish her most.

So charming may shew now appear; and you the feather'd Choristers of Nature, whose sweetest Notes not even Handel can excel, tune your melodious Throats, to celebrate her Appearance. From Love proceeds your Music, and to Love it returns. Awak∣en therefore that gentle Passion in every Swain: for lo! adorned with all the Charms in which Na∣ture can array her; bedecked with Beauty, Youth, Sprightliness, Innocence, Modesty, and Tenderness, breathing Sweetness from her rosy Lips, and darting Brightness from her sparkling Eyes, the lovely Sophia comes.

Reader, perhaps thou hast seen the Statue of the Venus de Medicis. Perhaps too, thou hast seen the Gallery of Beauties at Hampton Court. Thou may'st remember each bright Churchill of the Gallaxy, and all the Toasts of the Kit-Cat. Or if their Reign was before thy Times, at least thou hast seen their Daugh∣ters, the no less dazzling Beauties of the present

Age; whose Names, should we here insert, we ap∣prehended they would fill the whole Volume.

Now if thou hast seen all these, be not afraid of the rude Answer which Lord Rochester once gave to a Man, who had seen many Things. No. If thou hast seen all these without knowing what Beauty is, thou hast no Eyes; if without feeling its Power, thou hast no Heart.

Yet is it possible, my Friend, that thou mayest have seen all these without being able to form an ex∣act Idea of Sophia: for she did not exactly resemble any of them. She was most like the Picture of La∣dy Renelagh; and I have heard more still to the fa∣mous Dutchess of Mazarine: but most of all, she resembled one whose Image never can depart from my Breast, and whom, if thou dost remember, thou hast then, my Friend, an adequate Idea of Sophia.

But lest this should not have been thy Fortune, we will endeavour with our utmost Skill to describe this Paragon, though we are sensible that our highest Abi∣lities are very inadequate to the Task.

Sophia then, the only Daughter of Mr. Western, was a middle-sized Woman; but rather inclining to tall. Her Shape was not only exact, but extreme∣ly delicate; and the nice Proportion of her Arms promised the truest Symmetry in her Limbs. Her Hair, which was black, was so luxuriant, that it reached her Middle, before she cut it, to comply with the modern Fashion; and it was now curled so grace∣fully in her Neck, that few would believe it to be her own. If Envy could find any Part of her Face which demanded less Commendation than the rest, it might possibly think her Forehead might have been higher without Prejudice to her. Her Eye-brows were full, even, and arched beyond the Power of Art to imi∣tate. Her black Eyes had a Lustre in them, which all her Softness could not extinguish. Her Nose was

exactly regular, and her Mouth, in which were two Rows of Ivory, exactly answered Sir John Suckling's Description in those Lines.

Her Lips were red, and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her Chin. Some Bee had stung it newly.

Her Cheeks, were of the oval Kind; and in her right she had a Dimple which the least Smile discover∣ed. Her Chin had certainly its Share in forming the Beauty of her Face; but it was difficult to say it was either large or small, tho' perhaps it was rather of the former kind. Her Complexion had rather more of the Lilly than of the Rose; but when Exercise, or Modesty, encreased her natural Colour, no Vermilion could equal it. Then one might indeed cry out with the celebrated Dr. Donne.

—Her pure and eloquent Blood Spoke in her Cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say her Body thought.

Her Neck was long and finely turned; and here, if I was not afraid of offending her Delicacy, I might justly say, the highest Beauties of the famous Venus de Medicis were outdone. Here was Whiteness which no Lillies, Ivory, nor Alabaster could match. The finest Cambric might indeed be supposed from Envy to cover that Bosom, which was much whiter than itself,—It was indeed,

Nitor splendens Pario marmore purius.

"A Gloss shining beyond the purest Brightness of Parian Marble."

Such was the Outside of Sophia; nor was this beau∣tiful Frame disgraced by an Inhabitant unworthy of it. Her Mind was every way equal to her Person; nay, the latter borrowed some Charms from the former: For when she smiled, the Sweetness of her Temper diffused that Glory over her Countenance, which no Regularity of Features can give. But as there are no Perfections of the Mind which do not discover them∣selves,

in that perfect Intimacy, to which we intend to introduce our Reader, with this charming young Creature; so it is needless to mention them here: Nay, it is a Kind of tacit Affront to our Reader's Understanding, and may also rob him of that Pleasure which he will receive in forming his own Judgment of her Character.

It may however, be proper to say, that whatever mental Accomplishments she had derived from Na∣ture, they were somewhat improved and cultivated by Art: for she had been educated under the Care of an Aunt, who was a Lady of great Discretion, and was thoroughly acquainted with the World, having lived in her Youth about the Court, whence she had retir∣ed some Years since into the Country. By her Con∣versation and Instructions, Sophia was perfectly well∣bred, though perhaps she wanted a little of that Ease in her Behaviour, which is to be acquired only by Habit, and living within what is called the polite Cir∣cle. But this, to say the Truth, is often too dearly purchased; and though it hath Charms so inexpressible, that the French, perhaps, among other Qualities, mean to express this, when they declare they know not what it is, yet its Absence is well compensated by Innocence; nor can good Sense, and a natural Gen∣tility ever stand in need of it.

CHAP. III.

Wherein the History goes back to commemorate a tri∣fling Incident that happened some Years since; but which, trifling as it was, had some future Conse∣quences.

THE amiable Sophia was now in her eighteenth Year, when she is introduced into this History. Her Father, as hath been said, was fonder of her than of any other human Creature. To her, there∣fore, Tom Jones applied, in order to engage her In∣terest

on the Behalf of his Friend the Game-keeper.

But before we proceed to this Business, a short Re∣••apitulation of some previous Matters may be neces∣sary.

Though the different Tempers of Mr. Allworthy, and of Mr. Western did not admit of a very intimate Correspondence, yet they lived upon what is called a ••ecent Footing together; by which Means the young People of both Families had been acquainted from their Infancy; and as they were all near of the same Age, had been frequent Play-mates together.

The Gaiety of Tom's Temper suited better with Sophia, than the grave and sober Disposition of Master Blifil. And the Preference which she gave the for∣mer of these, would often appear so plainly, that a Lad of a more passionate Turn than Master Blifil was, might have shewn some Displeasure at it.

As he did not, however, outwardly express any such Disgust, it would be an ill Office in us to pay a Visit to the inmost Recesses of his Mind, as some scandalous People search into the most secret Affairs of their Friends, and often pry into their Closets and Cupboards, only to discover their Poverty and Mean∣ness to the World.

However, as Persons who suspect they have given others Cause of Offence, are apt to conclude they are offended; so Sophia imputed an Action of Master Bli∣fil, to his Anger, which the superior Sagacity of Thwackum and Square discerned to have arisen from a much better Principle.

Tom Jones, when very young, had presented So∣phia with a little Bird, which he had taken from the Nest, had nursed up, and taught to sing.

Of this Bird, Sophia, then about thirteen Years old, was so extremely fond, that her chief Business was to feed and tend it, and her chief Pleasure to play with it. By these Means little Tommy, for so the Bird was called, was become so tame, that it would

feed out of the Hand of its Mistress, would perch up on her Finger, and lie contented in her Bosom, where it seemed almost sensible of its own Happiness; tho she always kept a small String about its Leg, no would ever trust it with the Liberty of flying away.

One Day, when Mr. Allworthy and his whole Fa¦mily, dined at Mr. Western's, Master Blifil, being in the Garden with little Sophia, and observing the ex¦treme Fondness that she shewed for her little Bird, de¦sired her to trust it for a Moment in his Hands. So∣phia presently complied with the young Gentleman's Request, and after some previous Caution, delivered him her Bird; of which he was no sooner in Posses∣sion, than he slipt the String from its Leg, and tossed it into the Air.

The foolish Animal no sooner perceived itself at Liberty, than forgetting all the Favours it had receiv∣ed from Sophia, it flew directly from her, and perch∣ed on a Bough at some Distance.

Sophia, seeing her Bird gone, sereamed out so loud, that Tom Jones, who was at a little Distance, imme∣diately ran to her Assistance.

He was no sooner informed of what had happened, than he cursed Blifil for a pitiful, malicious Rascal, and then immediately stripping off his Coat, he ap∣plied himself to climbing the Tree to which the Bird escaped.

Tom had almost recovered his little Name-sake, when the Branch on which it was perched, and that hung over a Canal, broke, and the poor Lad plump∣ed over Head and Ears into the Water.

Sophia's Concern now changed its Object. And as she apprehended the Boy's Life was in Danger, she screamed ten times louder than before; and in∣deed Master Blifil himself now seconded her with all the Vociferation in his Power.

The company who were sitting in a Room next the Garden, were instantly alarmed, and came all

forth; but just as they reached the Canal, Tom, (for ••he Water was luckily pretty shallow in that Part) ••rrived safely on shore.

Thwackum fell violently on poor Tom, who stood dropping and shivering before him, when Mr. All∣worthy desired him to have Patience, and turning to ••aster Blifil, said, Pray, Child, what is the Reason ••f all this Disturbance?

Master Blifil answered, 'Indeed, Uncle, I am ve∣ry sorry for what I have done; I have been unhap∣pily the Occasion of it all. I had Miss Sophia's Bird in my Hand, and thinking the poor Creature lan∣guished for Liberty, I own, I could not forbear giving it what it desired: for I always thought there was something very cruel in confining any Thing. It seemed to me against the Law of Nature, by which every Thing hath a right to Liberty; nay, it is even unchristian; for it is not doing what we would be done by: But if I had imagined Miss So∣phia would have been so much concerned at it, I am sure I would never have done it; nay, if I had known what would have happened to the Bird itself; for when Master Jones, who climbed up the Tree after it, fell into the Water, the Bird took a second Flight, and presently a nasty Hawk carried it away. Poor Sophia, who now first heard of her little Tommy's Fate; for her Concern for Jones had pre∣••ented her perceiving it when it happened, shed a Shower of Tears. These Mr. Allworthy endeavour∣ed to assuage, promising her a much finer Bird; but he declared she would never have another. Her Fa∣ther chid her for crying so for a foolish Bird; but could not help telling young Blifil, if he was a Son of his, his Backside should be well flea'd.

Sophia now returned to her Chamber, the two ••oung Gentlemen were sent home, and the rest of the Company returned to their Bottle; where a Conver∣sation

ensued on the Subject of the Bird, so curious that we think it deserves a Chapter by itself.

CHAP. IV.

Containing such very deep and grave Matters, the some Readers, perhaps, may not relish it.

SQUARE had no sooner lighted his Pipe, that addressing himself to Allworthy, he thus began 'Sir, I cannot help congratulating you on your Ne¦phew; who, at an Age when few Lads have any Ideas but of sensible Objects, is arrived at a Capa¦city of distinguishing Right from Wrong. To con¦fine any thing, seems to me against the Law of Na¦ture, by which every thing hath a Right to Liberty. These were his Words; and the Impression they have made on me is never to be eradicated. Ca•• any Man have a higher Notion of the Rule of Right and the Eternal Fitness of Things. I cannot help promising myself from such a Dawn, that the Me¦ridian of this Youth will be equal to that of either the elder or the younger Brutus.'

Here Thwackum hastily interrupted, and spilling some of his Wine, and swallowing the rest with great Eagerness, answered, 'From another Expression h•• made use of, I hope he will resemble much better Men. The Law of Nature is a Jargon of Words which means nothing. I know not of any such Law, nor of any Right which can be derive•• from it. To do as we would be done by, is indeed a Christian Motive, as the Boy well expressed him¦self, and I am glad to find my Instructions hav•• born so good Fruit.'

'If Vanity was a thing fit (says Square) I might indulge some on the same Occasion; for whence h•• can only have learnt his Notions of Right or Wrong I think is pretty apparent. If there be no Law o•• Nature, there is no Right nor Wrong.'

'How! (says the Parson) do you then banish Re∣velation? Am I talking with a Deist or an Atheist?' 'Drink about, (says Western) Pox of your Laws, of Nature. I don't know what you mean either of you, by Right and Wrong. To take away my Girl's Bird was wrong in my Opinion; and my Neighbour Allworthy may do as he pleases; but to encourage Boys in such Practices, is to breed them up to the Gallows.'

Allworthy answered, 'that he was sorry for what his Nephew had done; but could not consent to punish him, as he acted rather from a generous than unworthy Motive.' He said, 'if the Boy had stol∣en the Bird, none would have been more ready to vote for a severe Chastisement than himself; but it was plain that was not his Design:' And, indeed, was as apparent to him, that he could have no other View but what he had himself confessed. (For as to ••hat malicious Purpose which Sophia suspected, it ne∣••er once entered into the Head of Mr. Allworthy). He, at length, concluded with again blaming the Action as inconsiderate, and which, he said, was on∣ly pardonable in a Child.

Square had delivered his Opinion so openly, that ••f he was now silent, he must submit to have his Judg∣ment censured. He said, therefore, with some Warmth, 'that Mr. Allworthy had too much respect to the dirty Consideration of Property. That in passing our Judgments on great and mighty Actions, all private Regards should be laid aside; for by ad∣hering to those narrow Rules, the younger Brutus had been condemned of Ingratitude, and the elder of Parricide.'

And if they had been hanged too for those 'Crimes,' cried Thwackum, 'they would have had no more than their Deserts. A couple of heathen∣ish Villains! Heaven be praised, we have no Brutus'-now-a-days.

I wish, Mr. Square, you would desist from filling the Minds of my Pupils with such An∣tichristian Stuff: For the Consequence must be, while they are under my Care, its being well scourg∣ed out of them again. There is your Disciple Tom almost spoiled already. I overheard him the other Day disputing with Master Blifil, that there was not Merit in Faith without Works. I know that is one of your Tenets, and I suppose he had it from you.'

'Don't accuse me of spoiling him,' says Square who taught him to laugh at whatever is virtuous and decent, and fit and right in the Nature of Things. He is your own Scholar, and I disclaim him. No, no, Master Blifil is my Boy. Young as he is, tha•• Lad's Notions of moral Rectitude I defy you eve•• to eradicate.'

Thwackum put on a contemptuous Sneer at this and replied, 'Ay, ay, I will venture him with you. He is too well grounded for all your philosophical Cant to hurt. No, no, I have taken Care to in∣stil such Principles into him.—'

'And I have instilled Principles into him too cries Square. 'What but the sublime Idea of Vir¦tue could inspire a human Mind with the generous Thought of giving Liberty. And I repeat to yo•• again, if it was a fit thing to be proud, I might claim the Honour of having infused that Idea—'

'And if Pride was not forbidden,' said Thwackum 'I might boast of having taught him that Duty which he himself assigned as his Motive.'

'So between you both,' says the Squire, 'the your Gentleman hath been taught to rob my Daughter o••¦her Bird. I find I must take Care of my Partridg•• Mew. I shall have some virtuous, religious Ma•• or other ••••t all my Partridges at Liberty.' The slapping a Gentleman of the Law, who was pres••n••

on the Back. He cried out, 'What say you to this, Mr. Counsellor? Is not this against Law?'

The Lawyer, with great Gravity, delivered him∣self as follows:

'If the Case be put of a Partridge, there can be no Doubt but an Action would lie: For though this be ferae Naturae, yet being reclaimed, Property vests; but being the Case of a Singing Bird, though re∣claimed, as it is a Thing of base Nature, it must be considered as nullius in Bonis. In this Case, there∣fore, I conceive the Plaintiff must be nonsuited; and I should disadvise the bringing any such Action.'

'Well, (says the Squire) if it be nullus Bonus, let us drink about, and talk a little of the State of the Nation, or some such Discourse that we all under∣stand; for I am sure I don't understand a Word of this. It may be Learning and Sense for aught I know; but you shall never persuade me into it. Pox! you have neither of you mentioned a Word of that poor Lad who deserves to be commended. To venture breaking his Neck to oblige my Girl, was a generous spirited Action; I have Learning enough to see that. D—n me, here's Tom's Health, I shall love the Boy for it the longest Day I have to live.'

Thus was this Debate interrupted; but it would ••robably have been soon resumed, had not Mr. All∣worthy presently called for his Coach, and carried off ••he two Combatants.

Such was the Conclusion of this Adventure of the Bird, and the Dialogue occasioned by it, which we ••ould not help recounting to our Reader, though it ••appened some Years before the Stage, or Period of Time, at which our History is now arrived.

CHAP. V.

Containing Matter accommodated to every Taste.

PARVA leves capiunt Animos, 'Small Things affect light Minds,' was the Sentiment of a great Master of the Passion of Love. And certain it is, that from this Day Sophia began to have some little Kindness for Tom Jones, and no little Aversion for his Companion.

Many Accidents from time to time improved both these Passions in her Breast; which, without our re∣counting, the Reader may well conclude, from what we have before hinted of the different Tempers of these Lads, and how much the one suited with her own Inclinations more than the other. To say the Truth, Sophia, when very young, discerned that Tom, though an idle, thoughtless, rattling Rascal, was no∣body's Enemy but his own; and that Master Blifil, though a prudent, discreet, sober young Gentleman, was at the same Time strongly attached to the In∣terest only of one single Person; and who that sin∣gle Person was, the Reader will be able to divine without any Assistance of ours.

These two Characters are not always received in the World with the different Regard which seems se∣verally due to either; and which one would imagine Mankind, from self-interest, should shew towards them. But perhaps there may be a political Reason for it: In finding one of a truly benevolent Dispositi∣on, Men may very reasonably suppose, they have found a Treasure, and be desirous of keeping it, like all other good Things, to themselves. Hence they may imagine, that to trumpet forth the Praises of such a Person, would, in the vulgar Phrase, be crying Roast∣meat; and calling in Partakers of what they intend to apply solely to their own Use. If this Reason doth not satisfy the Reader, I know no other Means of ac∣counting

for the little Respect which I have commonly seen paid to a Character which really doth great Ho∣nour to Human Nature, and is productive of the high∣est Good to Society. But it was otherwise with Sophia. She honoured Tom Jones, and scorned Master Blifil, almost as soon as she knew the Meaning of those two Words.

Sophia had been absent upwards of three Years with her Aunt; during all which Time she had sel∣dom seen either of these young Gentlemen. She dined, however, once together with her Aunt, at Mr. Allworthy's. This was a few Days after the Adven∣ture of the Partridge, before commemorated. Sophia heard the whole Story at Table, where she said no∣thing; nor indeed could her Aunt get many Words from her, as she returned home; but her Maid, when undressing her, happening to say, 'Well, Miss, I suppose you have seen young Master Blifil to Day.' She answered with much Passion, 'I hate the Name of Master Blifil, as I do whatever is base and trea∣cherous; and I wonder Mr. Allworthy would suffer that old barbarous Schoolmaster to punish a poor Boy so cruelly for what was only the Effect of his Good-nature.' She then recounted the Story to her Maid, and concluded with Saying—'Don't you think he is a Boy of a noble Spirit?'

This young Lady was now returned to her Father; who gave her the Command of his House, and placed her at the upper End of his Table, where Tom (who from his great Love of Hunting was become a great Favourite of the Squire) often dined. Young Men of open, generous Dispositions are naturally inclined to Gallantry, which, if they have good understand∣ings, as was in reality Tom's Case, exerts itself in an obliging, complaisant Behaviour to all Women in ge∣neral. This greatly distinguished Tom from the boisterous Brutality of mere Country Squires on the one hand; and from the solemn, and somewhat ful∣len,

Deportment of Master Blifil on the other: And he began now, at Nineteen, to have the Name of a pretty Fellow among all the Women in the Neigh∣bourhood.

Tom behaved to Sophia with no Particularity, un∣less, perhaps, by shewing her a higher Respect than he paid to any other. This Distinction her Beauty, Fortune, Sense, and amiable Carriage, seemed to de∣mand; but as to Design upon her Person he had none; for which we shall at present suffer the Reader to condemn him of Stupidity; but perhaps we shall be able indifferently well to account for it hereafter.

Sophia, with the highest Degree of Innocence and Modesty, had a remarkable Sprightliness in her Tem∣per. This was so greatly encreased whenever she was in Company with Tom, that, had he not been very young and thoughtless, he must have observed it; or had not Mr. Western's Thoughts been gene∣rally either in the Field, the Stable, or the Dog-kennel, it might have, perhaps, created some Jealousy in him; but so far was the good Gentleman from entertain∣ing any such Suspicions, that he gave Tom every Op∣portunity with his Daughter which any Lover could have wished. And these Tom innocently improved to better Advantage, by following only the Dictates of his natural Gallantry and good-nature, than he might, perhaps, have done, had he had the deepest Designs on the young Lady.

But, indeed, it can occasion little Wonder that this Matter escaped the Observation of others, since poor Sophia herself never remarked it, and her Heart was irretrivably lost before she suspected it was in Danger.

Matters were in this Situation, when Tom one Af∣ternoon finding Sophia alone, began, after a short Apology, with a very serious Face, to acquaint her, that he had a Favour to ask of her, which he hoped her Goodness would comply with.

Though neither the young Man's Behaviour, nor

indeed his Manner of opening this Business, were such as could give her any just Cause of suspecting he intended to make Love to her; yet, whether Nature whispered something into her Ear, or from what Cause it arose I will not determine, certain it is, some Idea of that Kind must have intruded itself; for her Colour forsook her Cheeks, her Limbs trembled, and her Tongue would have faultered, had Tom stopped for an Answer: But he soon relieved her from her Per∣plexity, by proceeding to inform her of his Request, which was to sollicit her Interest on Behalf of the Game-keeper, whose own Ruin, and that of a large Family, must be, he said, the Consequence of Mr. Western's pursuing his Action against him.

Sophia presently recovered her Confusion, and with a Smile full of Sweetness, said, 'Is this the mighty Favour you asked with so much Gravity. I will do it with all my Heart. I really pity the poor Fel∣low, and no longer ago than Yesterday sent a small Matter to his Wife.' This small Matter was one of her Gowns, some Linnen, and ten Shillings in Money, of which Tom had heard, and it had, in reality, put this Solicitation into his Head.

Our Youth, now emboldened with his Success, re∣solved to push the Matter farther; and ventured even to beg her Recommendation of him to her Father's Service; protesting that he thought him one of the honestest Fellows in the Country, and extremely well qualified for the Place of a Game-keeper, which luckily then happened to be vacant.

Sophia answered; 'Well, I will undertake this too; but I cannot promise you as much Success as in the former Part, which I assure you I will not quit my Father without obtaining. However, I will do what I can for the poor Fellow, for I sincerely look upon him and his Family as Objects of great Compassion.'—'And now, Mr. Jones, I must ask' you a Favour.—'

'A Favour, Madam, (cries Tom) if you knew the Pleasure you have given me in the Hopes of receiv∣ing a Command from you, you would think by mentioning it you must confer the greatest Favour on me; for by this dear Hand I would sacrifice my Life to oblige you.'

He then snatched her Hand, and eagerly kissed it, which was the first Time his Lips had ever touched her. The Blood, which before had forsaken her Cheeks, now made her sufficient Amends, by rush∣ing all over her Face and Neck with such Violence, that they became all of a scarlet Colour. She now first felt a Sensation to which she had been before a Stranger, and which, when she had Leisure to reflect on it, began to acquaint her with some Secrets, which the Reader, if he doth not already guess them, will know in due Time.

Sophia, as soon as she could speak (which was not instantly) informed him, that the Favour she had to de∣sire of him, was not to lead her Father through so many Dangers in Hunting; for that, from what she had heard, she was terribly frightened every Time they went out together, and expected some Day or other to see her Father brought Home with broken Limbs. She therefore begged him, for her Sake, to be more cautious; and, as he well knew Mr. Western would follow him, not to ride so madly, nor to take those dangerous Leaps for the future.

Tom faithfully promised to obey her Commands; and after thanking her for her kind Compliance with his Request, took his Leave, and departed highly charmed with his Success.

Poor Sophia was charmed too; but in a very dif∣ferent Way. Her Sensations, however, the Rea∣der's Heart, (if he or she have any) will better repre∣sent than I can, if I had as many Mouths as ever Poet wished for, to eat, I suppose, those many Dain∣ties with which he was so plentifully provided.

It was Mr. Western's Custom every Afternoon, as soon as he was drunk, to hear his Daughter play on the Harpsichord: for he was a great Lover of Music, and perhaps, had he lived in Town, might have pas∣sed for a Connoisseur: for he always excepted a∣gainst the finest Compositions of Mr. Handel. He never relished any Music but what was light and airy; and indeed his most favourite Tunes, were Old Sir Simon the King, St. George, he was for England, Bobbing Joan, and some others.

His Daughter tho' she was a perfect Mistress of Music, and would never willingly have played any but Handel's, was so devoted to her Father's Pleasure, that she learnt all those Tunes to oblige him. How∣ever, she would now and then endeavour to lead him into her our own Taste, and when he required the Repetition of his Ballads, would answer with a 'Nay, dear Sir,' and would often beg him to suffer her to play something else.

This Evening, however, when the Gentleman was retired from his Bottle, she played all his Favourites three Times over, without any Solicitation. This so pleased the good Squire, that he started from his Couch, gave his Daughter a Kiss, and swore her Hand was greatly improved. She took this Oppor∣tunity to execute her promise to Tom, in which she succeeded so well, that the Squire declared, if she would give him t'other Bout of old Sir Simon, he would give the Game-keeper his Deputation the next Morning. Sir Simon was played again and again, till the Charms of the Music soothed Mr. Western to sleep. In the Morning Sophia did not fail to re∣mind him of his Engagement, and his Attorney was immediately sent for, ordered to stop any further pro∣ceedings in the Action, and to make out the Depu∣tation.

Tom's Success in this Affair soon began to ring over the Country, and various were the Censures past upon

it. Some greatly applauded it as an Act of good Nature, others sneering, and saying, 'No Wonder that one idle Fellow should love another.' Young Blifil was greatly enraged at it. He had long hated Black George in the same Proportion as Jones delighted in him; not for any offence which he had ever received, but from his great Love to Religion and Virtue: For Black George had the Reputation of a loose kind of a Fellow. Blifil therefore represented this as flying in Mr. Allworthy's Face; and declared with great Concern, that it was impossible to find any other Motive for doing Good to such a Wretch.

Thwackum and Square likewise sung to the same Tune: They were now (especially the latter) become greatly jealous of young Jones with the Widow: For he now approached the Age of Twenty, was really a fine young Fellow; and that Lady, by her En∣couragements to him, seemed daily more and more to think him so.

Allworthy was not, however, moved with their Malice. He declared himself very well satisfied with what Jones had done. He said, the Perseverance and Integrity of his Friendship was highly commen∣dable, and he wished he could see more frequent In∣stances of that Virtue.

But Fortune who seldom greatly relishes such Sparks as my Friend Tom, perhaps, because they do not pay more ardent Addresses to her, gave now a very dif∣ferent Turn to all his Actions, and shewed them to Mr. Allworthy in a Light far less agreeable than that Gentleman's Goodness had hitherto seen them in.

CHAP. VI.

An Apology for the Insensibility of Mr. Jones, to all the Charms of the lovely Sophia; in which possibly we may, in a considerable Degree, lower his Charac∣ter in the Estimation of those Men of Wit and Gal∣lantry, who approve the Heroes in most of our modern Comedies.

THERE are two Sorts of People, who I am afraid, have already conceived some Contempt for my Heroe, on Account of his Behaviour to Sophia. The former of these will blame his Prudence in ne∣glecting an Opportunity to possess himself of Mr. Western's Fortune; and the latter will no less despise him for his Backwardness to so fine a Girl, who seemed ready to fly into his Arms, if he would open them to receive her.

Now, though I shall not perhaps be able absolute∣ly to acquit him of either of these Charges; (for Want of Prudence admits of no Excuse; and what I shall produce against the latter Charge, will, I apprehend, be scarce satisfactory;) yet as Evidence may some∣times be offered in Mitigation, I shall set forth the plain Matter of Fact, and leave the whole to the Rea∣der's Determination.

Mr. Jones had somewhat about him, which, though I think Writers are not thoroughly agreed in its Name, doth certainly inhabit some human Breasts; whose Use is not so properly to distinguish Right from Wrong, as to prompt and incite them to the former, and to restrain and with-hold them from the latter.

This Somewhat may be indeed resembled to the fa∣mous Trunk-maker in the Playhouse: for whenever the Person who is possessed of it doth what is right, no ravished or friendly Spectator is so eager, or so loud in his Applause; on the contrary, when he doth wrong, no Critic is so apt to hiss and explode him.

To give a higher Idea of the Principle I mean, as well as one more familiar to the present Age; it may be considered as sitting on its Throne in the Mind, like the LORD HIGH CHANCELLOR of this King∣dom in his Court; where it presides, governs, di∣rects, judges, acquits and condemns according to Merit and Justice; with a Knowledge which nothing escapes, a Penetration which nothing can deceive, and an Integrity which nothing can corrupt.

This Active Principle may perhaps be said to con∣stitute the most essential Barrier between us, and our Neighbours the Brutes; for if there be some in the human Shape, who are not under any such Domini∣on, I chuse rather to consider them as Deserters from us to our Neighbours; among whom they will have the Fate of Deserters, and not be placed in the first Rank.

Our Heroe, whether he derived it from Thwackum or Square I will not determine, was very strongly under the Guidance of this Principle: for though he did not always act rightly, yet he never did other∣wise without feeling and suffering for it. It was this which taught him, that to repay the Civilities and little Friendships of Hospitality by robbing the House where you have received them, is to be the basest and meanest of Thieves. He did not think the Baseness of this Offence lessened by the Height of the Injury committed; on the contrary, if to steal another's Plate deserved Death and Infamy, it seemed to him difficult to assign a Punishment adequate to the rob∣bing a Man of his whole Fortune, and of his Child into the Bargain.

This Principle therefore prevented him from any Thought of making his Fortune by such Means (for this, as I have said, is an active Principle, and doth not content itself with Knowledge or Belief only.) Had he been greatly enamoured of Sophia, he possibly might have thought otherwise; but give me Leave to

say, there is great Difference between running away with a Man's Daughter from the Motive of Love, and doing the same Thing from the Motive of Theft.

Now though this young Gentleman was not insen∣sible of the Charms of Sophia; tho' he greatly liked her Beauty, and esteemed all her other Qualifications, she had made, however, no deep Impression on his Heart: For which, as it renders him liable to the Charge of Stupidity, or at least of Want of Taste, we shall now proceed to account.

The Truth then is, his Heart was in the Possession of another Woman. Here I question not, but the Reader will be surprized at our long Taciturnity as to this Matter; and at no less Loss to divine who this Woman was; since we have hitherto not dropt a Hint of any one likely to be a Rival to Sophia: For as to Mrs. Blifil, though we have been obliged to mention some Suspicions of her Affection for Tom, we have not hitherto given the least Latitude for imagining that he had any for her; and, indeed, I am sorry to say it, but the Youth of both Sexes are too apt to be de∣ficient in their Gratitude, for that Regard with which Persons more advanced in Years are sometimes so kind to honour them.

That the Reader may be no longer in Suspence, he will be pleased to remember, that we have often men∣tioned the Family of George Seagrim, commonly cal∣led Black George, the Game-keeper, which consisted at present of a Wife and five Children.

The second of these Children was a Daughter, whose Name was Molly, and who was esteemed one of the handsomest Girls in the whole Country.

Congreve well says, There is in true Beauty some∣thing which vulgar Souls cannot admire; so can no Dirt or Rags hide this Something from those Souls which are not of the vulgar Stamp.

The Beauty of this Girl made, however, no Im∣pression on Tom, till she grew towards the Age of

Sixteen, when Tom, who was near three Years older, began first to cast the Eyes of Affection upon her. And this Affection he had fixed on the Girl long before he could bring himself to attempt the Pos∣session of her Person: for tho' his Constitution urged him greatly to this, his Principles no less forcibly restrained him. To debauch a young Woman, how∣ever low her Condition was, appeared to him a very heinous Crime; and the Good-will he bore the Fa∣ther, with the Compassion he had for his Family, very strongly corroborated all such sober Reflections; so that he once resolved to get the better of his In∣clinations, and he actually abstained three whole Months without ever going to Seagrim's House, or seeing his Daughter.

Now though Molly was, as we have said, gene∣rally thought a very fine Girl, and in reality she was so, yet her Beauty was not of the most amiable Kind. It had indeed very little of Feminine in it, and would at least have become a Man as well as a Woman; for, to say the Truth, Youth and florid Health had a very considerable Share in the Composition.

Nor was her Mind more effeminate than her Person. As this was tall and robust, so was that bold and forward. So little had she of Modesty, that Jones had more Regard for her Virtue than she herself. And as most probably she liked Tom as well as he liked her, so when she perceived his Backwardness, she herself grew proportionably forward; and when she saw he had entirely deserted the House, she found Means of throwing herself in his Way, and behaved in such a Manner, that the Youth must have had very much, or very little of the Heroe, if her Endeavours had proved unsuccessful. In a Word, she soon tri∣umphed over all the virtuous Resolutions of Jones: For though she behaved at last with all decent Reluc∣tance, yet I rather chuse to attribute the Triumph

to her, Since, in Fact, it was her Design which suc∣ceeded.

In the Conduct of this Matter, Molly so well play∣ed her Part, that Jones attributed the Conquest en∣tirely to himself, and considered the young Woman as one who had yielded to the violent Attacks of his Passion. He likewise imputed her yielding, to the ungovernable Force of her Love towards him; and this the Reader will allow to have been a very natural and probable Supposition, as we have more than once mentioned the uncommon Comeliness of his Person: And indeed he was one of the handsomest young Fel∣lows in the World.

As there are some Minds whose Affections, like Master Blifl's, are solely placed on one single Per∣son, whose Interest and indulgence alone they consi∣der on every Occasion; regarding the Good and Ill of all others as merely indifferent, any farther than as they contribute to the Pleasure or Advantage of that Person: So there is a different Temper of Mind which borrows a Degree of Virtue even from Self-love; such can never receive any kind of Satisfaction from another, without loving the Creature to whom that Satisfaction is owing, and without making its Well∣being in some sort necessary to their own Ease.

Of this latter Species was our Heroe. He consi∣dered this poor Girl as one whose Happiness or Mise∣ry he had caused to be dependent on himself. Her Beauty was still the Object of Desire, though greater Beauty, or a fresher Object, might have been more so; but the little Abatement which Fruition had oc∣casioned to this, was highly overballanced by the Considerations of the Affection which she visibly bore him, and of the Situation into which he had brought her. The former of these created Gratitude, the latter Compassion; and both together with his Desire for her Person, raised in him a Passion, which might, without any great Violence to the Word, be called

Love; though, perhaps, it was at first not very judi∣ciously placed.

This then was the true Reason of that Insensibility which he had shewn of the Charms of Sophia, and of that Behaviour in her, which might have been reaso∣nable enough interpreted as an Encouragement to his Addresses: For as he could not think of abandoning his Molly, poor and destitute as she was, so no more could he entertain a Notion of betraying such a Crea∣ture as Sophia. And surely, had he given the least Encouragement to any Passion for that young Lady, he must have been absolutely guilty of one or other of those Crimes; either of which would, in my Opi∣nion, have very justly subjected him to that Fate, which at his first Introduction into this History, I mentioned to have been generally predicted as his cer∣tain Destiny.

CHAP. VII.

Being the shortest Chapter in this Book.

HER Mother first perceived the Alteration in the Shape of Molly, and in order to hide it from her Neighbours, she foolishly clothed her in that Sack which Sophia had sent her. Though indeed that young Lady had little Apprehension, that the poor Woman would have been weak enough to let any of her Daughters wear it in that Form.

Molly was charmed with the first Opportunity she had ever had of shewing her Beauty to Advan∣tage; for though she could very well bear to con∣template herself in the Glass, even when drest in Rags; and though she had in that Dress conquered the Heart of Jones, and perhaps of some others; yet she thought the Addition of Finery would much improve her Charms, and extend her Conquests.

Molly, therefore, having dressed herself out in this Sack, with a new laced Cap, and some other Orna∣ments

which Tom had given her, repairs to Church with her Fan in her Hand the very next Sunday. The Great are deceived, if they imagine they have appro∣priated Ambition and Vanity to themselves. These no∣ble Qualities flourish as notably in a Country Church, and Church-yard, as in the Drawing-Room, or in the Closet. Schemes have indeed been laid in the Vestry, which would hardly disgrace the Conclave. Here is a Ministry, and here is an Opposition. Here are Plots and Circumventions, Parties and Factions, equal to those which are to be found in Courts.

Nor are the Women here less practised in the highest Feminine Arts than their fair Superiors in Quality and Fortune. Here are prudes and Coquettes. Here are Dressing and Ogling, Falshood, Envy, Malice, Scan∣dal; in short, every Thing which is common to the most splendid Assembly, or politest Circle. Let those of high Life, therefore, no longer despise the Ignorance of their Inferiors; nor the Vulgar any longer rail at the Vices of their Betters.

Molly had seated herself some time before she was known by her Neighbours; and a Whisper ran through the whole Congregation, 'Who is she?' But when she was discovered, such sneering, gigling, tittering, and laughing, ensued among the Women, that Mr. Allworthy was obliged to exert his Autho∣rity to preserve any Decency among them.

CHAP. VIII.

A Battle sung by the Muse in the Homerican Stile, and which none but the classical Reader can taste.

MR. Western had an Estate in this Parish; and as his House stood at little greater Distance from this Church than from his own, he very often came to divine Service here; and both he and the charming Sophia happened to be present at this Time.

Sophia was much pleased with the Beauty of the

Girl, whom she pitied for her Simplicity, in having dressed herself in that Manner, as she saw the Envy which it had occasioned among her Equals. She no sooner came home, than she sent for the Game-keep∣er, and ordered him to bring his Daughter to her; saying, She would provide for her in the Family, and might possibly place the Girl about her own Person, when her own Maid, who was now going away, had left her.

Poor Seagrim was thunderstruck at this; for he was no Stranger to the Fault in the Shape of his Daughter. He answered, in a stammering Voice, 'That he was afraid Molly would be too aukward to wait on her Ladyship, as she had never been at Service.' 'No matter for that,' says Sophia, 'she will soon improve. I am pleased with the Girl, and am resolved to try her.'

Black George now repaired to his Wife, on whose prudent Council he depended to extricate him out of this Dilemma; but when he came thither, he found his House in some Confusion. So great Envy had this Sack occasioned, that when Mr. Allworthy and the other Gentry were gone from Church, the Rage which had hitherto been confined, burst into an Up∣roar, and having vented itself at first in opprobrious Words, Laughs, Hisses, aud Gestures, betook itself at last to certain missile Weapons; which, though from their plastic Nature they threatened neither the Loss of Life or of Limb, were however sufficiently dreadful to a well-dressed Lady. Molly had too much Spirit to bear this Treatment tamely. Having there∣fore—But hold, as we are diffident of our own Abilities, let us here invite a superior Power to our Assistance.

Ye Muses then, whoever you are, who love to sing Battles, and principally thou, who whileom didst recount the Slaughter in those Fields where Hudibras and Trulla fought, if thou wert not starved with thy

Friend Butler, assist me on this great Occasion. All things are not in the Power of all.

As a vast Herd of Cows in a rich Farmer's Yard, if, while they are milked, they hear their Calves at a Distance lamenting the Robbery which is then com∣mitting, roar and bellow: So roared forth the Somer∣setshire Mob an Hallaloo, made up of almost as many Squawls, Screams, and other different Sounds, as there were Persons, or indeed Passions, among them: Some were inspired by Rage, others alarmed by Fear, and others had nothing in their Heads but the Love of Fun; but chiefly Envy, the Sister of Satan, and his constant Companion, rushed among the Crowd, and blew up the Fury of the Women; who no sooner came up to Molly, than they pelted her with Dirt and Rubbish.

Molly, having endeavoured in vain to make a handsome Retreat, faced about; and laying hold of ragged Bess, who advanced in the Front of the Ene∣my, she at one Blow felled her to the Ground. The whole Army of the Enemy (though near a hundred in Number) seeing the Fate of their General, gave back many Paces, and retired behind a new-dug Grave; for the Church-yard was the Field of Battle, where there was to be a Funeral that very Evening. Molly pursued her Victory, and catching up a Skull which lay on the Side of the Grave, discharged it with such Fury, that having hit a Taylor on the Head, the two Skulls sent equally forth a hollow Sound at their Meeting, and the Taylor took presently measure of his Length on the Ground, where the Skulls lay side by side, and it was doubtful which was the most va∣luable of the two. Molly then taking a Thigh Bone in her Hand, fell in among the flying Ranks, and dealing her Blows with great Liberality neither Side, overthrew the Carcass of many a mighty Heroe and Heroine.

Recount, O Muse, the Names of those who fell

on this fatal Day. First Jemmy Tweedle felt on his hinder Head the direful Bone. Him the pleasant Bank of sweetly winding Stower had nourished, where he first learnt the vocal Art, with which, wandering up and down at Wakes and Fairs, he cheered the rural Nymphs and Swains, when upon the Green they interweave the sprightly Dance; while he himself stood fidling and jumping to his own Music. How little now avails his Fiddle? He thumps the verdant Floor with his Carcass. Next old Echepole, the Sow∣gelder, received a Blow in his Forehead from our Amazonian Heroine, and immediately fell to the Ground. He was a swinging fat Fellow, and fell with almost as much Noise as a House. His Tobac∣co-box dropt at the same Time from his Pocket, which Molly took up as lawful Spoils. Then Kate of the Mill tumbled unfortunately over a Tombstone, which catching hold of her ungartered Stocking, in∣verted the Order of Nature, and gave her Heels the Superiority to her Head. Betty Pippin, with young Roger her Lover, fell both to the Ground. Where, O perverse Fate, she salutes the Earth, and he the Sky. Tom Freckle, the Smith's Son, was the next Victim to her Rage. He was an ingenious Work∣man, and made excellent Pattins; nay the very Pat∣tin with which he was knocked down was his own Workmanship. Had he been at that Time singing Psalms in the Church, he would have avoided a bro∣ken Head. Miss Crow, the Daughter of a Farmer; John Giddish, himself a Farmer; Nan Slouch, Esther Codling, Will Spray, Tom Bennet; the three Misses Potter, whose Father keeps the Sign of the Red Lion. Betty Chambermaid, Jack Ostler, and many others of inferior Note, lay rolling among the Graves.

Not that the strenuous Arm of Molly reached all these; for many of them in their Flight overthrew each other.

But now Fortune fearing she had acted out of Cha∣racter,

and had inclined too long to the same Side, especially as it was the right Side, hastily turned about: For now Goody Brown, whom Zekiel Brown cares∣••es in his Arms; nor he alone, but half the Parish be∣sides; so famous was she in the Fields of Venus, nor indeed less in those of Mars. The Trophies of both these, her Husband always bore about on his Head and Face; for if ever human Head did by its Horns display the amorous Glories of a Wife, Zekiel's did; nor did his well-scratched Face less denote her Talents (or rather Talons) of a different Kind.

No longer bore this Amazon the shameful Flight of her Party. She stopt short, and calling aloud to all who fled, spoke as follows: 'Ye Somersetshire Men, or rather ye Somersetshire Women, are ye not ashamed, thus to fly from a single Woman; but if no other will oppose her, I myself and Joan Top here will have the Honour of the Victory.' Having thus said, she flew at Molly Seagrim, and easily wrench∣ed the Thigh Bone from her Hand, at the same Time clawing off her Cap from her Head. Then laying hold of the Hair of Molly, with her Left Hand, she attacked her so furiously in the Face with the Right, that the Blood soon began to trickle from her Nose. Molly was not idle this while. She soon removed the Clout from the Head of Goody Brown, and then fastening on her Hair with one Hand, with the other she caused the same bloody Stream to issue forth from the Nostril of the Enemy.

When each of the Combatants had bore off suffi∣cient Spoils of Hair from the Head of her Antagonist, the next Rage was against their Garments. In this Attack they exerted so much Violence, that in a very few Minutes, they were both naked to the middle.

It is lucky for the Women, that the Seat of Fisty∣cuff-War is not the same with them as among Men; but though they may seem a little to deviate from their Sex, when they go forth to Battle, yet I have ob∣served

they never so far forget it, as to assail the Bo∣som, of each other; where a few Blows would be fa∣tal to most of them. This, I know, some derive from their being of a more bloody Inclination than the Males. On which Account they apply to the Nose, as to the Part whence Blood may most easily be drawn; but this seems a far-fetched, as well as illnatured Supposition.

Goody Brown had great Advantage of Molly in this Particular; for the former had indeed no Breasts, her Bosom (if it may be so called) as well in Colour as in many other Properties, exactly resembling an an∣tient Piece of Parchment, upon which any one might have drummed a considerable while, without doing her any great Damage.

Molly, besides her present unhappy Condition, was differently formed in those Parts, and might, perhaps, have attempted the Envy of Brown to give a her fatal Blow, had not the lucky Arrival of Tom Jones at this Instant put an immediate End to the bloody Scene.

This Accident was luckily owing to Mr. Square; for he, Master Blifil, and Jones, had mounted their Horses, after Church, to take the Air, and had rid∣den about a Quarter of a Mile, when Square, chang∣ing his Mind, (not idly, but for a Reason which we shall unfold as soon as we have Leisure) desired the young Gentlemen to ride with him another Way than they had at first purposed. This Motion being complied with, brought them of Necessity back again to the Church-yard.

Master Blifil, who rode first, seeing such a Mob assembled, and two Women in the Posture in which we left the Combatants, stopt his Horse to enquire what was the Matter. A Country Fellow, scratching his Head, answered him; 'I don't know Measter un't I; an't please your Honour, here hath been a Vight, I think, between Goody Brown and Mol

Seagrim.' 'Who, who, cries Tom?' but without waiting for an Answer, having discovered the Fea∣thres of his Molly through all the Discomposure in which they now were, he hastily alighted, turned ••is Horse loose, and leaping over the Wall, ran to her. She now, first bursting into Tears, told him how ••arbarously she had been treated. Upon which, for∣getting the Sex of Goody Brown, or perhaps not ••nowing it, in his Rage; for, in reality, she had no ••eminine Appearance, but a Petticoat, which he might ••ot observe, he gave her a Lash or two with his Horsewhip; and then flying at the Mob, who were all accused by Molly, he dealt his Blows so profusely in all Sides, that unless I would again invoke the ••luse, (which the good-natured Reader may think a ••••ttle too hard upon her, as she hath so lately been vio∣lently sweated) it would be impossible for me to re∣••ount the Horsewhipping of that Day.

Having scoured the whole Coast of the Enemy, as well as any of Homer's Heroes ever did, or as Don Quixotte, or any Knight Errand in the World could ••ave done, he returned to Molly, whom he found in a Condition, which must give both me and my Reader Pain, was it to be described here. Tom raved like Madman, beat his Breast, tore his Hair, stamped ••n the Ground, and vowed the utmost Vengeance on all who had been concerned. He then pulled off his Coat, and buttoned it round her, put his Hat upon ••er Head, wiped the Blood from her Face as well as ••e could with his Handkerchief, and called out to the Servant to ride as fast as possible for a Side-saddle, or Pillion, that he might carry her safe home.

Master Blifil objected to the sending away the Ser∣vant, as they had only one with them; but as Square seconded the Order of Jones, he was obliged to comply.

The Servant returned in a very short Time with ••he Pillion, and Molly, having collected her Rags as

well she could, was placed behind him. In which Manner she was carried home, Square, Blifil and Jones, attending.

Here Jones, having received his Coat, given her a sly Kiss, and whispered her that he would return i•• the Evening, quitted his Molly, and rode on after his Companions.

CHAP. IX.

Containing Matters of no very peaceable Colour.

MOLLY had no sooner apparelled herself in her accustomed Rags, than her Sisters began to fall violently upon her; particularly her elder Sister, who told her she was well enough served. 'How had she the Assurance to wear a Gown which young Madam Western had given to Mother! If one of us was to wear it, I think,' says she, 'I myself have the best Right; but I warrant you think it belongs to your Beauty. I suppose you think yourself more handsomer than any of us.' 'Hand her down the Bit of Glass from over the Cupboard,' cries ano∣ther, I'd wash the Blood from my Face before I tauked of my Beauty.' You'd better have minded what the Parson says,' cries the eldest, 'and not a harkened after Men Voke.' 'Indeed, Child, and so she had,' says the Mother sobbing, 'she hath brought a disgrace upon us all. She's the vurst of the Vamily that ever was a Whore.' You need not upbraid me with that, Mother, cries Molly, 'you yourself was brought to-bed of Sister there within a Week after you was married,' 'Yes, Hussy,' answered the enraged Mother, 'so I was, and what was the mighty Matter of that? I was made an honest Woman then; and if you was to be made an honest Woman I should not be angry; but you must have to doing with a Gentleman, you nasty Slut, you will have a Bastard, Hussy, you will; and that I defy any one to say of me.'

In this Situation Black George found his Family, when he came home for the Purpose before mention∣ed. As his Wife and three Daughters were all of them talking together, and most of them crying, it was some time before he could get an Opportunity ••f being heard; but as soon as such an Interval occur∣red, acquainted the Company with what Sophia had said to him.

Goody Seagrim then began to revile her Daugh∣ter afresh. 'Here,' says she, 'you have brought us into a fine Quandary indeed. What will Ma∣dam say to that big Belly? Oh that ever I should live to see this Day.

Molly answered with great Spirit, 'And what is this mighty Place which you have got for me, Father?' (for he had not well understood the Phrase ••••sed by Sophia of being about her Person) 'I suppose it is to be under the Cook; but I shan't wash Dishes for any Body. My Gentleman will provide better for me. See what he hath given me this After∣noon; he hath promised I shall never want Money; and you shan't want Money neither, Mother, if you will hold your Tongue, and know when you are well.' And so saying, she pulled out several Guineas, and gave her Mother one of them.

The good Woman no sooner felt the Gold with∣in her Palm, than her Temper began (such is the Ef∣ficacy of that Panacea) to be mollified. 'Why Husband,' says she, 'would any but such a Block∣head as you not have enquired what Place this was before he had accepted it! Perhaps, as Molly says, it may be in the Kitchen, and truly I don't care my Daughter should be a Scullion Wench: For poor as I am, I am a Gentlewoman. And thof I was obliged, as my Father, who was a Clergyman died worse than nothing, and so could not give me a Shilling of Potion, to undervalue myself, by mar∣rying a poor Man, yet I would have you to know,

I have a Spirit above all them Things. Marry come up, it would better become Madam Western to look at Home, and remember who her own Grandfather was. Some of my Family, for ought I know, might ride in their Coaches, when the Grandfathers of some Voke walked a-voot. I war∣rant she fancies she did a mighty Matter, when she sent us that old Gownd; some of my Family would not have picked up such Rags in the Streets; but poor People are always trampled upon.—The Parish need not have been in such a Fluster with Mol∣ly.—You might have told them, Child, your Grand∣mother wore better Things new out of the Shop.'

'Well but, consider,' cried George, 'What Answer shall I make to Madam?' 'I don't know what An∣swer,' says she, 'You are always bringing your Fa∣mily into one Quandary or other. Do you remem∣ber when you shot the Partridge, the Occasion of all our Misfortunes? Did not I advise you never to go into Squire Western's Manor? Did not I tell you many a good Year ago what would come of it? but you would have your own headstrong Ways; yes, you would, you Villain—'

Black George was, in the main, a peaceable kind of Fellow, and nothing choleric, nor rash, yet did he bear about him something of what the Antients called the Irascible, and which his Wife, if she had been endowed with much Wisdom, would have feared. He had long experienced, that when the Storm grew very high Arguments were but Wind, which served rather to increase than to abate it. He was therefore seldom unprovided with a small Switch, a Remedy of wonderful Force, as he had often essayed, and which the Word Villain served as a Hint for his ap∣plying.

No sooner, therefore, had this Symptom appeared, than he had immediate Recourse to the said Remedy, which though, as it is usual in all very efficacious

Medicines, it at first seemed to heighten and inflame the Disease, soon produced a total Calm, and restored the Patient to perfect Ease and Tranquillity.

This is, however, a kind of Horse-medicine, which requires a very robust Constitution to digest, and is therefore only proper for the Vulgar, unless in one single Instance, viz. where Superiority of Birth breaks out; in which Case, we should not think it very im∣properly applied by any Husband whatever, if the Application was not, in itself so base, that, like certain Applications of the Physical Kind which need not be mentioned, it so much degrades and contaminates the Hand employed in it, that no Gentleman should en∣dure the Thought of any Thing so low and detest∣able.

The whole Family were soon reduced to a State of perfect Quiet: For the Virtue of this Medicine, like that of Electricity, is often communicated through one Person to many others, who are not touched by the Instrument. To say the Truth, as they both operate by Friction, it may be doubted whether there is not something analogous between them, of which Mr. Freke would do well to enquire before he pub∣lishes the next Edition of his Book.

A Council was now called, in which, after many Debates, Molly still persisting that she would not go to Service, it was at length resolved, that Goody Seagrim herself should wait on Miss Western, and endeavour to procure the Place for her elder Daugh∣ter, who declared great Readiness to accept it; but Fortune, who seems to have been an Enemy of this little Family, afterwards put a Stop to her Promotion.

CHAP. X.

A Story told by Mr. Supple, the Curate. The Pene∣tration of Squire Western. His great Love for his Daughter, and the Return to it made by her.

THE next Morning Tom Jones hunted with Mr. Western, and was at his Return invited by that Gentleman to Dinner.

The lovely Sophia shone forth that Day with more Gaiety and Sprightliness than usual. Her Battery was certainly levelled at our Heroe; though, I be∣lieve, she herself scarce yet knew her own Intention; but if she had any Design of charming him, she now succeeded.

Mr. Supple, the Curate of Mr. Allworthy's Parish, made one of the Company. He was a goood-natur∣ed worthy Man; but chiefly remarkable for his great Taciturnity at Table, though his Mouth was never shut at it. In short, he had one of the best Appetites in the World. However, the Cloth was no sooner taken away, than he always made sufficient Amends for his Silence: For he was a very hearty Fellow; and his Conversation was often entertaining, never offensive.

At his first Arrival, which was immediately before the Entrance of the Roast-beef, he had given an Intimation that he had brought some News with him, and was beginning to tell, that he came that Moment from Mr. Allworthy's, when the Sight of the Roast∣beef, struck him dumb, permitting him only to say Grace, and to declare he must pay his Respect to the Baronet: For so he called the Sirloin.

When Dinner was over, being reminded by Sophia of his News, he began as follows, 'I believe, Lady, your Ladyship observed a young Woman at Church yesterday at Even-song, who was drest in one of your outlandish Garments; I think I have seen

your Ladyship in such a one. However, in the Country, such Dresses are

Raro avis in Terris, nigro{que} simillima Cycno,

That is, Madam, as much as to say,

'A rare Bird upon the Earth, and very like a' black Swan.

'The Verse is in Juvenal: but to return to what I was relating. I was saying such Garments are rare Sights in the Country, and perchance too, it was thought the more rare, Respect being had to the Person who wore it, who, they tell me, is the Daughter of Black George, your Worship's Game∣keeper, whose Sufferings I should have opined, might have taught him more Wit than to dress forth his Wenches in such gaudy Apparel. She created so much Confusion in the Congregation, that if Squire Allworthy had not silenced it, it would have interrupted the Service: For I was once about to stop in the Middle of the first Lesson. Howbeit, nevertheless, after Prayer was over, and I was de∣parted home, this occasioned a Battle in the Church∣yard, where, amongst other Mischief, the Head of a travelling Fidler was very much broken. This Morning the Fidler came to Squire Allworthy for a Warrant, and the Wench was brought before him. The Squire was inclined to have compounded Mat∣ters; when, lo! on a sudden, the Wench appeared (I ask your Ladyship Pardon) to be, as it were at the Eve of bringing forth a Bastard. The Squire demanded of her who was the Father; but she per∣tinaciously refused to make any Response. So that he was about to make her Mittimus to Bridewel,' when I departed.'

'And is a Wench having a Bastard all your News, Doctor? cries Western. 'I thought it might have been some public Matter, something about the Na∣tion.'

'I am afraid it is too common, indeed,' answer∣ed the Parson, 'but I thought the whole Story al∣together deserved commemorating. As to Natio∣nal Matters, your Worship knows them best. My Concerns extend no farther than my own Parish.'

'Why ay,' says the Squire.' 'I believe I do know a little Matter, as you say; but come, Tommy, drink about, the Bottle stands with you.'

Tom begged to be excused, for that he had parti∣cular Business; and getting up from Table, escaped the Clutches of the Squire who was rising to stop him, and went off with very little Ceremony.

The Squire gave him a good Curse at his Depar∣ture; and then turning to the Parson, he cried out, 'I smoke it, I smoke it. Tom is certainly the Fa∣ther of this Bastard.' 'Zooks, Parson, you re∣member how he recommended the Veather o'her to me—d—n un, what a sly B—ch 'tis. Ay ay, as sure as Two-pence, Tom is Veather of the Bas∣tard.'

'I should be very sorry for that,' says the Parson. 'Why sorry, cries the Squire, Where is the mighty Matter o't? What I suppose, dost pretend that thee hast never got a Bastard? Pox! more good Luck's thine: for I warrant hast done therefore many's the good Time and often. 'Your Worship is pleased to be jocular,' answered the Parson, but I do not only animadvert on the Sinfulness of the Ac∣tion, though that surely is to be greatly depreca∣ted; but I fear his Unrighteousness may injure him with Mr. Allworthy. And truly I must say, though he hath the Character of being a little wild, I never saw any Harm in the young Man; nor can I say I have heard any, save what your Worship now men∣tions. I wish, indeed he was a little more regular in his Responses at Church; but altogether he seems.'

'Ingenui vultus puer ingenui{que} pudoris.

'That is a classical Line, young Lady, and being rendered into English, is, a A Lad of an ingenuous Countenance and of an ingenuous Modesty: For this was a Virtue in great Repute both among the Latins and Greeks. I must say the young Gentle∣man (for so I think I may call him, notwithstand∣ing his Birth) appears to me a very modest, civil Lad, and I should be sorry that he should do himself any Injury in Squire Allworthy's Opinion.'

'Poogh! says the Squire, 'Injury with Allwor∣thy! Why Allworthy loves a Wench himself. Doth not all the Country know whose Son Tom is? You must talk to another Person in that Manner. I remember Allworthy at College.'

'I thought,' said the Parson, 'he had never been at the University.'

'Yes, yes, he was,' says the Squire, 'and many a Wench have we two had together. As errant a Whoremaster as any within five Miles o'un. No, no. It will do'n no Harm with he, assure your∣self, or with any Body else. Ask Sophy there—You have not the worse Opinion of a young Fellow for getting a Bastard, have you, Girl? No, no, the Women will like un the better for't.'

This was a cruel Question to poor Sophia. She had observed Tom's Colour change at the Parson's Story; and that, with his hasty and abrupt Departure, gave her sufficient Reason to think her Father's Suspi∣cion not groundless. Her Heart now, at once, dis∣covered the great Secret to her, which had been so long disclosing by little and little; and she found her∣self highly interested in this Matter. In such a Si∣tuation, her Father's malapert Question rushing sud∣denly upon her, produced some Symptoms which might have alarmed a Suspicious Heart; but to do the Squire Justice, that was not his Fault. When she rose therefore from her Chair, and told him, a Hint from him was always sufficient to make her with∣draw,

he suffered her to leave the Room; and then with great Gravity of Countenance remarked, 'that it was better to see a Daughter over-modest, than o∣ver forward;' a Sentiment which was highly ap∣plauded by the Parson.

There now ensued between the Squire and the Par∣son, a most excellent political Discourse, framed out of News-Papers, and political Pamphlets,; in which they made a Libation of four Bottles of Wine to the Good of their Country; and then, the Squire being fast asleep, the Parson lighted his Pipe, mounted his Horse, and rode home.

When the Squire had finished his Half-hour's Nap, he summoned his Daughter to her Harpsichord; but she begged to be excused that Evening, on Account of a violent Head-ach. This Remission was pre∣sently granted: For indeed she seldom had Occasion to ask him twice, as he loved her with such ardent Affection, that by gratifying her, he commonly con∣veyed the highest Gratification to himself. She was really what he frequently called her, his little Dar∣ling; and she well deserved to be so: For she returned all his Affection in the most ample Manner. She had preserved the most inviolable Duty to him in all Things; and this her Love made not only easy, but so delightful, that when one of her Companions laugh∣ed at her for placing so much Merit in such scrupulous Obedience, as that young Lady called it, Sophia an∣swered, 'You mistake me, Madam, if you think I value myself upon this Account: For besides that I am barely discharging my Duty, I am likewise pleasing myself. I can truly say, I have no De∣light equal to that of contributing to my Father's Happiness; and if I value myself, my Dear, it is on having this Power, and not on executing it.'

This was a Satisfaction, however, which poor So∣phia was incapable of tasting this Evening. She therefore not only desired to be excused from the At∣tendance

at the Harpsichord, but likewise begged that he would suffer her to absent herself from Supper. To this Request likewise the Squire agreed, though not without some Reluctance; for he scarce ever permit∣ted her to be out of his Sight, unless when he was engaged, with his Horses, Dogs, or Bottle. Ne∣vertheless he yielded to the Desire of his Daughter, though the poor Man was, at the same Time, obliged to avoid his own Company, (if I may so express myself) by sending for a neighbouring Farmer to sit with him.

CHAP. XI.

The narrow escape of Molly Seagrim, with some Ob∣servations for which we have been forced to dive pretty deep into Nature.

TOM JONES had ridden one of Mr. Western's Horses that Morning in the Chace: so that having no Horse of his own in the Squire's Stable, he was obliged to go home on Foot. This he did so expeditiously; that he ran upwards of three Miles within the half Hour.

Just as he arrived at Mr. Allworthy's outward Gate, he met the Constable and Company, with Molly in their Possession, whom they were conducting to that House where the inferior Sort of People may learn one good Lesson, viz. Respect and Deference to their Superiors. Since it must shew them the wide Distinction Fortune intends between those Persons who are to be corrected for their Faults, and those who are not; which Lesson, if they do not learn, I am afraid, they very rarely learn any other good Lesson, or improve their Morals, at the House of Correction.

A Lawyer may, perhaps, think Mr. Allworthy ex∣ceeded his Authority a little in this Instance. And, to say the Truth, I question, as here was no regular

Information before him, whether his Conduct was strictly regular. However, as his Intention was tru∣ly upright, he ought to be excused in Foro Conscientiae, since so many arbitrary Acts are daily committed by Magistrates, who have not this Excuse to plead for themselves.

Tom was no sooner informed by the Constable, whither they were proceeding, (indeed he pretty well guessed it of himself) than he caught Molly in his Arms, and embracing her tenderly before them all, swore he would murder the first Man who offered to lay hold of her. He bid her dry her Eyes, and be comforted; for wherever she went, he would accom∣pany her. Then turning to the Constable, who stood trembling with his Hat off, he desired him, in a very mild Voice, to return with him for a Moment only to his Father, (so he now called Allworthy) for he durst, he said, be assured, that when he had alledged what he had to say in her Favour, the Girl would be dis∣charged.

The Constable, who, I make no Doubt, would have surrendered his Prisoner, had Tom demanded her, very readily consented to this Request. So back they all went into Mr. Allworthy's Hall; where Tom desired them to stay till his Return, and then went himself in pursuit of the Good Man. As soon as he was found, Tom threw himself at his Feet, and having begged a patient hearing, confessed himself to be the Father of the Child, of which Molly was then big. He en∣treated him to have Compassion on the poor Girl, and to consider, if there was any Guilt in the case, it lay principally at his Door.

'If there is any Guilt in the Case!' answered All∣worthy warmly, 'are you then so profligate and so abandoned a Libertine, to doubt whether the break∣ing the Laws of God and Man, the corrupting and ruining a poor Girl, by Guilt? I own, indeed, it

doth lie principally upon you, and so heavy it is, that you ought to expect it should crush you.'

'Whatever may be my Fate, says Tom, let me succeed in my Intercessions for the poor Girl. I consess I have corrupted her; but whether she shall be ruined depends on you. For Heaven's Sake, Sir, revoke your Warrant, and do not send her to a Place which must unavoidably prove her Destruc∣tion.'

Allworthy bid him immediately call a Servant. Tom answered, there was no Occasion; for he had luckily met them at the Gate, and relying upon his Goodness, had brought them back into his Hall, where they now waited his final Resolution, which, upon his Knees, he besought him might be in Favour of the Girl; that she might be permitted to go home to her Parents, and not be exposed to a greater Degree of Shame and Scorn than must necessarily fall upon her. 'I know, said he, that is too much, I know I am the wicked Occasion of it. I will endeavour to make amends, if possible; and if you shall have hereafter the Goodness to forgive me, I hope I shall deserve it.'

Allworthy hesitated some Time, and at last said, 'Well, I will discharge my Mittimus.—You may send the Constable to me.' He was instantly called, discharged, and so was the Girl.

It will be believed, that Mr. Allworthy failed not to read Tom a very severe Lecture on this Occasion; but it is unnecessary to insert it here, as we have faithfully transcribed what he said to Jenny Jones in the first Book, most of which may be applied to the Men, equally with the Women. So sensible an Effect had these Reproofs on the young Man, who is no har∣dened Sinner, that he retired into his own Room, where he passed the Evening alone in much melancholy con∣templation.

Allworthy was sufficiently offended by this Trans∣gression of Jones; for notwithstanding the Assertions of Mr. Western, it is certain this worthy Man had never indulged himself in any loose Pleasures with Women, and greatly condemned the Vice of Incon∣tinence in others. Indeed, there is much Reason to imagine, that there was not the least Truth in what Mr. Western affirmed, especially as he laid the Scene of those Impurities at the University, where Mr. All∣worthy had never been. In fact, the good Squire was a little too apt to indulge that Kind of Pleasanty which is generally called Rhodomontade; but which may, with as much Propriety, be expressed by a much shorter Word; and, perhaps, we too often supply the Use of this little Monosyllable by others; since very much of what frequently passes in the World for Wit and Humour, should, in the strictest Purity of Language, receive that short Appellation, which, in Conformity to the well-bred Laws of Custom, I here suppress.

But whatever Detestation Mr. Allworthy had to this or to any other Vice, he was not so blinded by it, but that he could discern any Virtue in the guilty Person, as clearly indeed, as if there had been no Mixture of Vice in the same Character. While he was angry there∣fore, with the Incontinence of Jones, he was no less pleased with the Honour and Honesty of his Self-ac∣cusation. He began now to form in his Mind the same Opinion of this young Fellow which we hope our Reader may have conceived. And in ballancing his Faults with his Perfections, the latter seemed ra∣ther to preponderate.

It was to no Purpose, therefore, that Thwackum, who was immediately charged by Mr. Blifl with the Story, unbended all his Rancour against poor Tom. Allworthy gave a patient Hearing to these Invectives, and then answered coldly: 'That young Men of Tom's Complexion were too generally addicted

to this Vice; but he believed that Youth was sin∣cerely affected with what he had said to him on the Occasion, and he hoped he would not transgress again.' So that, as the Days of whipping were at an End, the Tutor had no other Vent but his own Mouth for his Gall, the usual poor Resource of impo∣tent Revenge.

But Square, who was a less violent, was a much more artful Man; and as he hated Jones more, per∣haps, than Thwackum himself, so he contrived to do him more Mischief in the Mind of Mr. Allworthy.

The Reader must remember the several little In∣cidents of the Partridge, the Horse, and the Bible, which were recounted in the second Book. By all which Jones had rather improved than injured the Affection which Mr. Allworthy was inclined to en∣tertain for him. The same, I believe, must have happened to him with every other Person who hath any Idea of Friendship, Generosity, and Greatness of Spirit; that is to say, who hath any Traces of Goodness in his Mind.

Square himself was not unacquainted with the true Impression which those several Instances of Goodness had made on the excellent Heart of Allworthy; for the Philosopher very well knew what Virtue was, though he was not always, perhaps, steady in its Pursuit; but as for Thwackum, from what Reason I will not determine, no such Thoughts ever entered into his Head. He saw Jones in a bad Light, and he imagined Allworthy saw him in the same, but that he was resolved, from Pride and Stubbornness of Spirit, not to give up the Boy whom he had once cherished, since, by so doing, he must tacitly acknow∣ledge that his former Opinion of him had been wrong.

Square therefore embraced this Opportunity of injuring Jones in the tenderest Part, by giving a very bad Turn to all these before-mentioned Occurrences.

'I am sorry, Sir, said he, 'to own I have been de∣ceived

as well as yourself. I could not, I confess, help being pleased with what I ascribed to the Mo∣tive of Friendship, though it was carried to an Excess, and all Excess is faulty, and vicious; but in this I made Allowance for Youth. Little did I suspect that the Sacrifice of Truth, which we both imagined to have been made to Friendship, was, in reality, a Prostitution of it to a depraved and debauched Appe∣tite. You now plainly see whence all the seeming Ge∣nerosity of this young Man to the Family of the Game-keeper proceeded. He supported the Father in order to corrupt the Daughter, and preserved the Family from starving, to bring one of them to Shame and Ruin. This is Friendship! this is Ge∣nerosity! As Sir Richard Steele says, Gluttons who give high Prices for Delicacies, are very worthy to be called generous. In short, I am resolved, from this Instance, never to give Way to the Weak∣ness of Human Nature more, nor to think any thing Virtue which doth not exactly quadrate with the unerring Rule of Right.'

The Goodness of Allworthy had prevented those Considerations from occurring to himself; yet were they too plausible to be absolutely and hastily rejected, when laid before his Eyes by another. Indeed what Square had said sunk very deeply into his Mind, and the Uneasiness which it there created was very visible to the other; though the good Man would not ac∣knowledge this, but made a very slight Answer, and forcibly drove off the Discourse to some other Sub∣ject. It was well, perhaps, for poor Tom, that no such Suggestions had been made before he was par∣doned; for they certainly stamped in the Mind of Allworthy the first bad Impression concerning Jones.

CHAP. XII.

Containing much clearer Matters; but which flow from the same Fountain with those in the preceding Chapter.

THE Reader will be pleased, I believe, to return with me to Sophia. She passed the Night, af∣ter we saw her last, in no very agreeable Manner. Sleep befriended her but little, and Dreams less. In the Morning, when Mrs. Honour her Maid at∣tended her, at the usual Hour, she was found already up and drest.

Persons who live two or three Miles Distance in the Country are considered as next Door Neighbours, and Transactions at the one House fly with incre∣dible Celerity to the other. Mrs. Honour, therefore, had heard the whole Story of Molly's Shame; which she, being of a very communicative Temper, had no sooner entered the Apartment of her Mistress, than she began to relate in the following Manner.

'La Ma'am, what doth your La'ship think? the Girl that your La'ship saw at Church on Sunday, whom you thought so handsome; though you would not have thought her so handsome neither, if you had seen her nearer; but to be sure she hath been carried before the Justice for being big with Child. She seemed to me to look like a confident Slut; and to be sure she hath laid the Child to young Mr. Jones. And all the Parish says Mr. Allworthy is so angry with young Mr. Jones, that he won't see him. To be sure, one can't help pitying the poor young Man, and yet he doth not deserve much Pity nei∣ther, for demeaning himself with such Kind of Trumpery. Yet he is so pretty a Gentleman I should be sorry to have him turned out of Doors. I dares to swear the Wench was as willing as he; for she was always a forward Kind of Body. And

when Wenches are so coming, young Men are not so much to be blamed neither; for to be sure they do no more than what is natural. Indeed it is be∣neath them to meddle with such dirty Draggle-tails, and whatever happens to them, it is good enough for them. And yet to be sure the vile Baggages are most in Fault. I wishes, with all my Heart, they were well to be whipped the Cart's Tail; for it is Pity they should be the Ruin of a pretty young Gentleman; and no body can deny but that Mr. Jones is one of the most handsomest young Men that ever—'

She was running on thus, when Sophia, with a more peevish Voice than she had ever spoken to her in be∣fore, cried, 'Prithee why do'st thou trouble me with all this Stuff? What Concern have I in what Mr. Jones doth? I suppose you are all alike. And you seem to me to be angry it was not your own Case.'

'I, Ma'am!' answered Mrs. Honour, I am sorry your Ladyship should have such an Opinion of me. I am sure nobody can say any such thing of me. All the young Fellows in the World may go to the Divil, for me. Because I said he was a handsome Man! Every body says it as well as I—To be sure, I never thought as it was any Harm to say a young Man was handsome; but to be sure I shall never think him so any more now; for handsome is that' handsome does. A Beggar Wench!—'

'Stop thy Torrent of Impertinence, 'cries Sophia, and see whether my Father wants me at Breakfast.'

Mrs. Honour then flung out of the Room, mutter∣ing much to herself—of which—'Many come up, I assure you,' was all that could be plainly distinguished.

Whether Mrs. Honour really deserved that Suspi∣cion, of which her Mistress gave her a Hint, is a Matter which we cannot in dulge our Reader's Curiosi∣ty

by resolving. We will however make him amends, in disclosing what passed in the Mind of Sophia.

The Reader will be pleased to recollect, that a secret Affection for Mr. Jones had insensibly stolen in∣to the Bosom of this young Lady. That it had there grown to a pretty great Height before she herself had discovered it. When she first began to perceive is Symptoms, the Sensations were so sweet and pleasing, that she had not Resolution sufficient to check or repel them; and thus she went on cherish∣ing a Passion of which she never once considered the Consequences.

This Incident relating to Molly, first opened her Eyes. She now first perceived the Weakness of which she had been guilty; and though it caused the utmost Perturbation in her Mind, yet it had the Ef∣fect of other nauseous Physic, and for the Time ex∣pelled her Distemper. Its Operation indeed was most wonderfully quick; and in the short Interval, while her Maid was absent, so entirely removed all Symp∣toms, that when Mrs. Honour returned with a Sum∣mons from her Father, she was become perfectly easy, and had brought herself to a thorough Indiffe∣rence for Mr. Jones.

The Diseases of the Mind do in almost every Par∣ticular imitate those of the Body. For which Rea∣son, we hope, That learned Faculty, for whom we have so profound a Respect, will pardon us the violent Hands we have been necessitated to lay on several Words and Phrases, which of Right belong to them, and without which our Descriptions must have been often unintelligible.

Now there is no one Circumstance in which the Distempers of the Mind bear a more exact Analogy to those which are called Bodily, than that Aptness which both have to a Relapse. This is plain, in the violent Diseases of Ambition and Avarice. I have known Ambition, when cured at Court by frequent

Disappointments, (which are the only Physic for it, to break out again in a Contest of Foreman of the Grand Jury at an Assizes; and have heard of a Man who had so far conquered Avarice, as to give away many a Sixpence, that comforted himself, at last, on his Death-bed, by making a crafty and advan∣tageous Bargain concerning his ensuing Funeral, with an Undertaker who had married his only Child.

In the Affair of Love, which out of strict Confor∣mity with the Stoic Philosophy, we shall here treat as a Disease, this Proneness to relapse is no less con∣spicuous. Thus it happened to poor Sophia; upon whom, the very next Time she saw young Jones, all the former Symptoms returned, and from that Time cold and hot Fits alternately seized her Heart.

The Situation of this young Lady was very diffe∣rent from what it had ever been before. That Pas∣sion, which had formerly been so exquisitely delicious, became now a Scorpion in her Bosom. She resisted it therefore with her utmost Force, and summoned every Argument her Reason (which was surprizingly strong for her Age) could suggest, to subdue and ex∣pel it. In this she so far succeeded, that she began to hope from Time and Absence a perfect Cure. She resolved therefore to avoid Tom Jones, as much as possible; for which Purpose she began to conceive a Design of visiting her Aunt, to which she made no Doubt of obtaining her Father's Consent.

But Fortune who had other Designs in her Head, put an immediate Stop to any such Proceeding, by in∣troducing an Accident, which will be related in the next Chapter.

CHAP. XIII.

A dreadful Accident which befel Sophia. The gal∣lant Behaviour of Jones, and the more dreadful Con∣sequence of that Behaviour to the young Lady; with a short Digression in Favour of the Female Sex.

MR. Western grew every Day fonder and fonder of Sophia, insomuch that his beloved Dogs themselves almost gave Place to her in his Affections; but as he could not prevail on himself to abandon these, he contrived very cunningly to enjoy their Company, together with that of his Daughter, by insisting on her riding a hunting with him.

Sophia, to whom her Father's Word was a Law, readily complied with his Desires, though she had not the least Delight in a Sport, which was of too rough and masculine a Nature to suit with her Dispo∣sition. She had, however, another Motive, beside her Obedience, to accompany the old Gentleman in the Chace; for by her Presence she hoped in some Measure to restrain his Impetuosity, and to prevent him from so frequently exposing his Neck to the ut∣most Hazard.

The strongest Objection was that which would have formerly been an Inducement to her, namely, the frequent Meeting with young Jones, whom she had determined to avoid; but as the End of the hunt∣ing Season now approached, she hoped, by a short Absence with her Aunt, to reason herself entirely out of her unfortunate Passion; and had not any Doubt of being able to meet him in the Field the subsequent Season without the least Danger.

On the second Day of her Hunting, as she was returning from the Chase, and was arrived within a little Distance from Mr. Western's House, her Horse, whose mettlesome Spirit required a better Rider, fell suddenly to prancing and capering, in such a Manner, that she was in the most imminent Peril of falling. Tom

Jones, who was at a little Distance behind, saw this and immediately galloped up to her Assistance. As soon as he came up, he immediately leapt from his own Horse, and caught hold of her's by the Bridle. The unruly Beast presently reared himself an End on his hind Legs, and threw his Burthen from his Back, and Jones caught her in his Arms.

She was so affected with the Fright, that she was not immediately able to satisfy Jones, who was very sollicitous to know whether she had received any Hurt. She soon after, however, recovered her Spi∣rits, assured him she was safe, and thanked him for the Care he had taken of her. Jones answered, 'If I have preserved you, Madam, I am sufficiently re∣paid; for I promise you, I would have secured you from the least Harm, at the Expence of a much greater Misfortune to myself, than I have suffered on this Occasion.'

'What Misfortune,' replied Sophia, eagerly, 'I hope you have come to no Mischief?'

'Be not concerned, Madam,' answered Jones, 'Heaven be praised, you have escaped so well, con∣sidering the Danger you was in. If I have broke my Arm, I consider it as a Trifle, in Comparison of what I feared upon your Account.'

Sophia then screamed out, 'Broke your Arm! Heaven forbid.'

'I am afraid I have, Madam,' says Jones, 'but I beg you will suffer me first to take Care of you. I have a Right-hand yet at your Service, to help you into the next Field, where we have but a very lit∣tle Walk to your Father's House.'

Sophia seeing his left Arm dangling by his Side, while he was using the other to lead her, no longer doubted of the Truth. She now grew much paler than her Fears for herself had made her before. All her Limbs were seized with a Trembling, insomuch that Jones could scarce support her; and as her Thoughts

were in no less Agitation, she could not refrain from giving Jones a Look so full of Tenderness, that it al∣most argued a stronger Sensation in her Mind, than even Gratitude and Pity united can raise in the gentlest female Bosom, without the Assistance of a third more powerful Passion.

Mr. Western, who was advanced at some Distance when this Accident happened, was now returned, as were the rest of the Horsemen. Sophia immediately acquainted them with what had befallen Jones, and begged them to take Care of him. Upon which, Western, who had been much alarmed by meeting his Daughter's Horse without its Rider, and was now o∣verjoyed to find her unhurt, cried out, 'I am glad it is no worse, if Tom hath broken his Arm, we will get a Joiner to mend un again.'

The Squire alighted from his Horse, and proceeded to his House on Foot, with his Daughter and Jones. An impartial Spectator, who had met them on the Way, would, on viewing their several Countenances, have concluded Sophia alone to have been the Object of Compassion: For as to Jones, he exulted in having probably saved the Life of the young Lady, at the Price only of a broken Bone; and Mr. Western, though he was not unconcerned at the Accident which had befallen Jones, was however, delighted in a much higher Degree with the fortunate escape of his Daugh∣ter.

The Generosity of Sophia's Temper construed this Behaviour of Jones into great Bravery; and it made a deep Impression on her Heart: For certain it is, that there is no one Quality which so generally recom∣mends Men to Women as this; proceeding, if we believe the common Opinion, from that natural Ti∣midity of the Sex; which is, says Mr. Osborne, so great,' that a Woman is the most cowardly of all 'the Creatures God ever made.' A Sentiment more remarkable for its Bluntness, than for its Truth. Ari∣stotle,

in his Politics, doth them, I believe, more Jus∣tice, when he says,

'The Modesty and Fortitude of Men differ from those Virtues in Women; for the Fortitude which becomes a Woman, would be Cowardice in a Man; and the Modesty which be∣comes a Man, would be Pertness in a Woman.'

Nor is there, perhaps, more of Truth in the Opinion of those who derive the Partiality which Women are inclined to shew to the Brave, from this Excess of their Fear. Mr. Bayle (I think, in his Article of Helen) imputes this, and with greater Probability, to their violent Love of Glory; for the Truth of which, we have the Authority of him, who, of all others, saw farthest into human Nature; and who introduces the Heroine of his Odyssey, the great Pattern of ma∣trimonal Love and Constancy, assigning the glory of her Husband as the only Source of her Affections to∣wards him. * 1.1

However this be, certain it is that the Accident operated very strongly on Saphia; and, indeed, after much Enquiry into the Matter, I am inclined to be∣lieve, that at this very Time, the charming Sophia made no less Impression on the Heart of Jones; to say Truth, he had for some Time become sensible of the irrestible Power of her Charms.

CHAP. XIV.

The Arrival of a Surgeon. His Operations, and a long Dialogue between Sophia and her Maid.

WHEN they arrived in Mr. Western's Hall, So∣phia, who had totter'd along with much Dif∣ficulty, sunk down in a Chair; but by the Assistance of Hartshorn and Water, she was prevented from fainting away, and had pretty well recovered her Spirits, when the Surgeon, who was sent for to Jones,

appeared. Mr. Western, who imputed these Symp∣toms in his Daughter to her Fall, advised her to be ••resently blooded by way of Prevention. In this Opinion he was seconded by the Surgeon, who gave ••o many Reasons for bleeding, and quoted so many Cases where Persons had miscarried for want of it, ••hat the Squire became very importunate, and indeed ••nsisted peremtorily that his Daughter should be blooded.

Sophia soon yielded to the Commands of her Fa∣ther, though entirely contrary to her own Inclinations: For she suspected, I believe, less Danger from the Fright, than either the Squire or the Surgeon. She ••hen stretched out her beautiful Arm, and the Opera∣tor began to prepare for his Work.

While the Servants were busied in providing Ma∣terials; the Surgeon, who imputed the Backwardness which had appeared in Sophia to her Fears, began to comfort her with Assurances that there was not the ••east Danger; for no Accident, he said, could ever happen in Bleeding, but from the monstrous Igno∣rance of Pretenders to Surgery, which he pretty plainly insinuated was not at present to be apprehended. Sophia declared she was not under the least Apprehen∣sion; adding, if you open an Artery, I promise you I'll forgive you; 'Will you,' cries Western, 'D—n me, if I will; if he does the least Mischief, d—n me, if I don't ha' the Heart's Blood o'un out.' The Surgeon assented to bleed her upon these Con∣ditions, and then proceeded to his Operation, which he performed with as much Dexterity as he had pro∣mised; and as much Quickness: For he took but lit∣tle Blood from her, saying, it was much safer to bleed again and again, than to take away too much at once.

Sophia, when her Arm was bound up, retired: For she was not willing (nor was it, perhaps, strictly de∣cent) to be present at the Operation on Jones. In∣deed

one Objection which she had to Bleeding, (tho she did not make it) was the Delay which it would occasion to dressing the broken Bone. For Western, when Sophia was concerned, had no Consideration but for her; and as for Jones himself, he 'sat like Patience on a Monument smiling at Grief.' T•• say the Truth, when he saw the Blood springing from the lovely Arm of Sophia, he scarce thought of what had happened to himself.

The Surgeon now ordered his Patient to be stript t•• his Shirt, and then entirely baring the Arm, he began to stretch and examine it, in such a Manner, that th•• Tortures he put him to, caused Jones to make seve∣ral wry Faces; which the Surgeon observing, great wondered at, crying, 'What is the Matter, Sir? am sure it is impossible I should hurt you.' And the holding forth the broken Arm, he began a long and very learned Lecture of Anatomy, in which simpl•• and double Fractures were most accurately considered and the several Ways in which Jones might have bro¦ken his Arm were discussed, with proper Annotation•• shewing how many of these would have been better and how many worse than the present Case.

Having at length finish'd his laboured Harangu•• with which the Audience, tho' it had greatly raise•• their Attention and Admiration, were not much edi¦fied, as they really understood not a single Syllable o•• all he had said, he proceeded to Business, which h•• was more expeditious in finishing, than he had been in beginning.

Jones was then ordered into a Bed, which Mr. Western compelled him to accept at his own House and Sentence of Water-Gruel was passed upon him.

Among the good Company which had attende•• in the Hall during the Bone-setting, Mrs. Honour w•••• one; who being summoned to her Mistress as soo•• as it was over, and asked by her how the young Gen¦tleman did, presently launched into extravagant Praise

on the Magnimity, as she called it, of his Behaviour, which, she said, 'was so charming in so pretty a 'Creature.' She then burst forth into much warmer Encomiums on the Beauty of his Person; enumerat∣ing many Particulars, and ending with the Whiteness of his Skin.

This Discourse had an Effect on Sophia's Counte∣nance, which would not perhaps have escaped the Observance of the sagacious Waiting-woman, had she once looked her Mistress in the Face, all the Time she was speaking; but as a Looking-glass, which was most commodiously placed opposite to her, gave her an Opportunity of surveying those Features, in which, of all others, she took most Delight, so she had not once removed her Eyes from that amiable Object during her whole Speech.

Mrs. Honour was so entirely wrapped up in the Subject on which she exercised her Tongue, and the Object before her Eyes, that she gave her Mistress Time to conquer her Confusion; which having done, she smiled on her Maid, and told her, 'She was cer∣tainly in Love with this young Fellow.' 'I in Love,' Madam! answers she, 'upon my Word, Ma'am, I assure you, Ma'am, upon my Soul, Ma'am, I am not.' 'Why if you was,' cries her Mistress, 'I see no Reason that you should be ashamed of it; for he is certainly a pretty Fellow—Yes, Ma'am, answered the other 'That he is, the most handsomest Man I ever saw in my Life. Yes, to be sure, that he is, and, as your Ladyship says, I don't know why I should be ashamed of loving him, though he is my Betters. To be sure gentle Folks are but Flesh and Blood no more than us Ser∣vants. Besides, as for Mr. Jones, tho' Squire Allworthy hath made a Gentleman of him, he was not so good as myself by Birth: thof I am a poor Body, I am an honest Person's Child, and my Fa∣ther and Mother were married, which is more

than some People can say, as high as they hold their Heads. Marry, come up! I assure you, my dirty Cousin! thof his Skin be so white, and to be sure, it is the most whitest that ever was seen, I am a Christian as well as he, and no-body can say tha•• I am base born, my grand-father was a Clergy man * 1.2, and would have been very angry, I believe to have thought any of his Family should have tak¦en up with Molly Seagrim's dirty Leavings.'

Perhaps Sophia might have suffered her Maid to ru•• on in this Manner, from wanting sufficient Spirits t•• stop her Tongue, which the Reader may probably conjecture was no very easy Task: For, certain•••• there were some Passages in her Speech, which wer•• far from being agreeable to the Lady. However she now checked the Torrent, as there seemed n•• End of its Flowing. 'I wonder,' says she, 'a•• your Assurance in daring to talk thus of one of m•• Father's Friends. As to the Wench, I order yo•• never to mention her Name to me. And, wit•• Regard to the young Gentleman's Birth, those wh•• can say nothing more to his Disadvantage, may a•• well be silent on that Head, as I desire you will b•• for the future.'

'I am sorry, I have offended your Ladyship,' an¦swered Mrs. Honour, 'I am sure I hate Molly Sea¦grim as much as your Ladyship can, and as for a busing 'Squire Jones, I can call all the Servants •••• the House to witness, that whenever any Talk ha•• been about Bastards, I have always taken his Part For which of you,' says I to the Footmen, 'wou••••

not be a Bastard, if he could, to be made a Gentle∣man of? and,' says I, 'I am sure he is a very fine Gentleman; and he hath one of the whitest Hands in the World: For to be sure so he hath;' and' says 'one of the sweetest temperedest, best natured∣est Men in the World he is,' and says I, 'all the Servants and Neighbours all round the Country loves him. And, to be sure, I could tell your Ladyship something, but that I am afraid it would offend you.'—'What could you tell me, Honour,' says Sophia. 'Nay, Ma'am, to sure he meant no∣thing by it, therefore I would not have your La∣dyship be offended.'—'Prithee tell me,' says So∣phia,—'I will know it this Instant.' Why Ma'am,' answered Mrs. Honour, 'he came into the Room, one Day last Week when I was at Work, and there lay your Ladyship's Muff on a Chair, and to be sure he put his Hands into it, that very Muff your Ladyship gave me but yesterday; La,' says I, Mr. Jones, you will stretch my Lady's Muff and spoil it; but he still kept his Hands in it, and then he kissed it—to be sure, I hardly ever saw such a Kiss in my Life as he gave it.'—'I suppose he did not know it was mine,' replied Sophia. 'Your Ladyship shall hear, Ma'am. He kissed it again and again, and said it was the prettiest Muff in the World.' La! Sir,' says I, 'you have seen it a hundred Times,'—Yes, Mrs. Honour,' cry'd he; 'but who can see any thing beautiful in the Presence of your Lady but herself: Nay, that's not all neither, but I hope your Ladyship won't be offended, for to be sure he meant nothing: One Day as your Ladyship was playing on the Harpsicord to my Master, Mr. Jones was sitting in the next Room, and methought he looked melancholy. La!' says I, 'Mr. Jones, what's the Matter? A Penny for your Thoughts,' says I, 'Why, Hussy,' says he, starting up from a Dream, 'what can I be thinking of when that An∣gel

your Mistress is playing?' And then squeezing me by the Hand—'Oh! Mrs. Honour,' says he, how happy will that Man be!'—and then he sigh∣ed; upon my Troth, his Breath is as sweet as a Nosegay—but to be sure he meant no Harm by it. So I hope your Ladyship will not mention a Word: For he gave me a Crown never to mention it, and made me swear upon a Book, but I believe, in∣deed, it was not the Bible.'

Till something of a more beautiful Red than Ver∣milion be found out, I shall say nothing of Sophia's Colour on this Occasion. 'Ho—nour,' says she, 'I—if you will not mention this any more to me, nor to any Body else, I will not betray you—I mean I will not be angry; but I am afraid of your Tongue. Why, my Girl, will you give it such Liberties?' Nay, Ma'am,' answered she, to be sure I would sooner cut out my Tongue than offend your Ladyship—to be sure, I shall never mention a Word that your Ladyship would not have me.'—Why I would not have you mention this any more,' said Sophia, 'for it may come to my Father's Ears, and he would be angry with Mr. Jones, tho' I really believe, as you say, he meant nothing. I should be very angry myself if I imagined'—'Nay, Ma'am,' says Honour, 'I protest I believe he meant nothing. I thought he talked as if he was out of his Senses; nay, he said he believed he was beside himself when he had spoken the Words.' Ay, Sir, says I, 'I believe so too.' Yes, says he, 'Ho∣nour,—but I ask your Ladyship's Pardon; I could tear my Tongue out for offending you.' 'Go on,' says Sophia, 'you may mention any Thing you have not told me before.' 'Yes, Honour,' says he; (this was some time afterwards when he gave me the Crown) 'I am neither such a coxcomb, or such a Villain as to think of her, in any other Delight, but as my Goddess; as such I will always worship

and adore her while I have Breath. This was all, Ma'am, I will be sworn, to the best of my Remembrance; I was in a Passion with him, my∣self, till I found he meant no Harm. Indeed, Honour, says Sophia, I believe you have a real Affection for me; I was provoked the other Day when I gave you Warning, but if you have a De∣sire to stay with me, you shall. To be sure, Ma'am, answered Mrs. Honour, I shall never de∣sire to part with your Ladyship.' To be sure, I almost cried my Eyes out when you gave me Warn∣ing. It would be very ungrateful in me, to desire to leave your Ladyship; because as why, I should never get so good a Place again. I am sure I would live and die with your Ladyship—for, as poor Mr. Jones said, happy is the Man—

Here the Dinner-bell interrupted a Conversation which had wrought such an Effect on Sophia, that she was, perhaps, more obliged to her bleeding in the Morning, than she, at the time, had apprehended she should be. As to the present Situation of her Mind, I shall adhere to a Rule of Horace, by not attempting to describe it, from despair of Success. Most of my Readers will suggest it easily to themselves, and the few who cannot, would not understand the Picture, or at least would deny it to be natural, if ever so well drawn.

Notes

• * 1.1

  The English Reader will not find this in the Poem: For the Sentiment is entirely left out in the Translation.
• * 1.2

  This is the second Person of low Condition who we have recorded in this History, to have sprung from t•• Clergy. It is to be hoped such Instances will, in futu•••• Ages, when some Provision is made for the Families •••• the inferior Clergy, appear stranger than they can •••• thought at present,