い Why, Sir, A Minifter, Doctor. I asked his Reafon for it. 4 It made the Tears ftand in my Eyes to fee the poor Man's dejected Looks, and to hear a Minifter of Chrift's Doctrine talk of being obliged to the Charity of a Stage-Coachman. I left the Stage at this Town; but took an Opportunity to flip a Piece of Money into his Hand.--Prithee, faid my dear Mr. B, good-natur'd Longman, what did't give him? I know thou haft a compaffionate Heart I am fure it was Gold. It was lefs, indeed, Sir, anfwer'd he, than I would have given him, could I have fpared Money: For a Clergyman in Diftrefs, obliged to comply with Things below the Dignity of his holy. Office, for which I have the greatest Veneration, cuts me to the Heart. Well, but let us know what your good Nature did give him? Since your Honour will know, it was a Broad-Piece, though a very small Piece, confidering his Character and Diftrefs. Methinks I could have kiffed the good old Man, for his Tears were ready to gufh out of his Eyes when he told the Story.----I fuppofe, faid my dear Mr. B, this was your own Ioney? Yes, Sir, anfwer'd the good old Man. Now, my Pamela, cried my dearest Benefactor, what do Dd 3 you you think of this trufty Steward, of having an Opportunity of laying out m Advantage, puts his own to a hund Intereft.---What do I fay, makes a of it, while mine lies idle? Truly, S I, no-body can condemn this Pi Interestednefs. Look-ye, Sir, reply' man, I don't deserve this Reproach. Place, I had no Money of your Ho with me. In the fecond, I think, a fo much of yours upon the fame Secur the fame felfifh Views, I think it bu I have an Opportunity, to look a little Profit.----Believe me, Madam, there Way, a greater Ufurer than my M was to tell what I know,but I Secrecy.----Don't mind him, my never do, when once I fee him a little The leaft Word now, would provoke me as great a Mifer as himfelf. fince you go fuch Lengths, anfwered t Man, you are not only a greater than a greater than any I know in the. minions. I wish I durft, I would pr Lady (notwithstanding you are in the your Age) what an avaritious Husban Did I not tell you this, my Pamela? Mafter. I anfwered, Indeed, Sir, I n Mr. Longman, fince I myself have been in putting out your Money to unfpeakab and at the fame Time on infallible Secur nay, replied he, if the Wife of my B Part againft me, 'tis Time to give ove fence. You are confcious, Sir, faid Mr I can fupport my Affertion by Evidend are in the Right to drop the Difpute. dent in a General, answered my dear ཕྱི་ Two found a Retreat, and make the best he can, when My dear Master was very gay all Dinner, and I never faw Mr. Longman in fo chearful a Humour. When it was Time we went to Church, and Mr. Cleaves read Prayers, but we had no Sermon. Mr. and Mrs. Peters foon after we had got home made us a Vifit. They both feem'd. to have a fettled Melancholy. My dear Mr. B and I took Care to let drop nothing that might indicate our Knowledge of their Misfortune, though we cannot imagine they fuppofe us ignorant of it. My dear obliging Spoufe when Supper was brought in, our Company being gone, fent for Mr. Longman, and when I withdrew kept him to drink a Bottle 'till paft ten. Adieu dear fervis. P. B. Monday. My dear Jervis, my Looking-Glafs this Morning caufed in me fome Reflections, which produced the following Lines. * Here's an Inanimate will fhow What, poffibly, few care to know: For * 'Tis evident that the Lady did not at the Time the wrote thefe Lines, understand any other than her Mother Tongue, (tho' as the Papers we have by us prove The made herself, in Process of Time, Mistress of several Languages) or we fhould be apt to imagine she had taken the Thought, nay the very Words from the French and Italian, and had out of two Sonnets in thofe Languages compofed her own. But had it been so, the Affectation vifible in that of the French is thrown out: Miroir, For, void of Flattery it tells, What mortifies our Beaux and Belles. Tells you your Features, fhews your Shape, Frown you at this? Why, that frowns too. Miroir, peinture et portrait qui donnes et qui reçois The Italian runs thus: So' una mia cofa la qual non à viva, } Smile Smile with Difdain, and that will too · Smile as difdainfully as you. If it's Reproaches you can't bear, In dreffing I could not help reflecting that our Minds were as much disguised by our Words and Actions, as our Bodies are by our Cloaths: People very feldom appear what they really are. How different do our Stays, our Hoops, Shoes, Headcloaths, and the rest of the Load of Things, in which we are bundled up, make us from what we really are. Were it not for Cuftom, how ridiculous would our Drefs make us. I fancy if one of us was to be dropped in full Drefs among the Inland Inhabitants of Africa, they would fly her Sight, as fome diftorted Production of Nature } they muft certainly look upon her as a Monster. In the fame manner, if all the Craft, the Wiles, the deep Defigns, Schemes and Projects of fome Men's Brains were exposed to View; were all the filly, romantick, fantastical Things, all the airy Caitles which employ the Mind of fome of our Sex fet to Light, 'tis poffible thofe Men who bear the Character of great Probity, and fome Ladies, who are faid to have good Senfe, would appear the Reverfe of what they are now thought. As my dear Mr. B- 's Affection is the greatest Bleffing I with on Earth, I am glad he reads me with |