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Book XI. calli or, a Glafs of Water when she came in? Another Sort of Women would have called for a Dram; you know, they would. If the be ⚫ not a Woman of very great Quality, fell me for a Fool; and, I believe, thofe who buy me will have a bad Bargain. Now, would a Woman of her Quality travel without a Footman, unless upon fome fuch extraordinary Occafion?' Nay, to be fure, Hufband,' cries fhe, you know thefe Matters better than I, or most Folk.'' I' think I do know fomething,' faid he. To be fure,' anfwered the Wife, the poor little Heart looked fo piteous, when fhe fat down in the Chair, I proteft I could not help having a Compaffion for her, almoft as much as if he had ⚫ been a poor Body. But what's to be done, Hufband? If an fhe be a Rebel, I fuppofe you intend to betray her up to the Court. Well, he's a sweet-tempered, good-humoured Lady, be fhe what she will, and I fhall hardly refrain from crying when I hear fhe is hanged or beheaded.' Pooh,' answered the Hufband!--But as to • what's to be done it is not so easy a Matter to determine. I hope, before fhe goes away, we fhall have the News of a Battle: For if the Chevalier fhould get the better, fhe may gain us Intereft at Court, and make our Fortunes without betraying her." Why that's true,' replied the Wife; and I heartily hope fhe will have it in her Power. Certainly fhe's a fweet good Lady; it would go horribly against me to have her come to any Harm.' Pooh,' cries the Landlord, Women are always fo tender-hearted. Why you would not harbour Rebels, would you?' No, certainly,' anfwered the Wife; and as or betraying her, come what will on't, nobody

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can blame us. It is what any body would do in 6 our Cafe.'

While our politic Landlord, who had not, we fee, undeservedly the Reputation of great Wisdom among his Neighbours, was engaged in debating this Matter with himself, (for he paid little Attention to the Opinion of his Wife) News arrived that the Rebels had given the Duke the Slip, and had got a Day's March towards London; and foon after arrived a famous Jacobite Squire, who, with great Joy in his Countenance, fhook the Landlord by the Hand, faying, All's our own, Boy, Ten thousand honeft Frenchmen are landed in Suffolk. Old England for ever! Ten thoufand French, my brave Lad! I am going to tap away directly.'

This News determined the Opinion of the wife Man, and he refolved to make his Court to the young Lady, when the arofe; for he had now (he faid) difcovered that the was no other than Madam Jenny Cameron herself.

CHA P. III.

A very fhort Chapter, in which however is a Sun, a Moon, a Star, and an Angel.

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HE Sun (for he keeps very good Hours at this Time of the Year) had been fome Time retired to Reft, when Sophia arofe greatly refreshed by her Sleep; which, fhort as it was, nothing but her extreme Fatigue could have occafioned; for tho' fhe had told her Maid, and perhaps herself too, that he was perfectly cafy, when the left Upton; yet it is cert in her Mind was a little affected with that Malady which is E 2 attended

Book XI. attended with all the reftlefs Symptoms of a Fever, and is perhaps the very Distemper which Phyficians mean (if they mean any thing) by the Fever on the Spirits.

Mrs. Fitzpatrick likewife left her Bed at the fame Time; and having fummoned her Maid, immediately dreffed herself. She was really a very pretty Woman, and had the been in any other Company but that of Sophia, might have been thought beautiful; but when Mrs. Honour of her own Accord attended, (for her Mistress would not fuffer her to be waked) and had equipped our Heroine, the Charms of Mrs. Fitzpatrick who had performed the Office of the Morning-Star, and had preceded greater Glories, Thared the Fate of that Star, and were totally eclipfed the Moment those Glories fhone forth.

Perhaps Sophia never looked more beautiful than fhe did at this Inftant. We ought not therefore to condemn the Maid of the Inn for her Hyperbole; who when fhe defcended, after having lighted the Fire, declared, and ratified it with an Oath, that if ever there was an Angel upon Earth, fhe was now above Stairs.

Sophia had acquainted her Coufin with her Defign to go to London; and Mrs. Fitzpatrick had agreed to accompany her; for the Arrival of her Husband at Upton had put an End to her Defign of going to Bath, or to her Aunt Wefern. They had therefore no fooner finished their Tea, than Sophia proposed to set out, the Moon then fhining extremely bright, and as for the Froft she defied it; nor had the any of those Apprehenfions which many young Ladies would have felt at travelling by Night; for he had, as we have

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The Difpofition of Mrs. Fitzpatrick was more timorous; for tho' the greater Terrors had conquered the lefs, and the Presence of her Hufband had driven her away at fo unfeasonable an Hour from Upton; yet being now arrived at a Place where the thought herself fafe from his Pursuit, thefe leffer Terrors of I know not what, operated fo ftrongly, that the earnestly intreated her Coufin to ftay till the next Morning, and not expose herself to the Dangers of travelling by Night.

Sophia, who was yielding to an Excess, when fhe could neither laugh nor reafon her Cousin out of these Apprehenfions, at laft gave way to them. Perhaps indeed, had fhe known of her Father's Arrival at Upton, it might have been more difficult to have perfuaded her; for as to Jones, fhe had, I am afraid, no great Horror at the Thoughts of being overtaken by him; nay, to confefs the Truth, I believe the rather wifhed than feared it ; though I might honeftly enough have concealed this Wish from the Reader, as it was one of those fecret fpontaneous Emotions of the Soul, to which the Reason is often a Stranger.

When our young Ladies had determined to remain all that Evening in their Inn, they were attended by the Landlady, who defired to know what their Ladyfhips would be pleased to eat. Such Charms were there in the Voice, in the Manner, and in the affable Deportment of Sophia,

that the ravished the Landlady to the higheft Degree; and that good Woman, concluding that the had attended Jenny Cameron, became in a Moment a ftaunch Jacobite, and wished heartily well to the young Pretender's Caufe, from the great Sweetnefs and Affability with which she had been treated by his fuppofed Mistress.

The two Coufins began now to impart to each other their reciprocal Curiofity, to know what extraordinary Accidents on both Sides occafioned this fo ftrange and unexpected Meeting. At laft Mrs. Fitzpatrick, having obtained of Sophia a Promife of communicating likewife in her Turn, began to relate what the Reader, if he is defirous to know her Hiftory, may read in the enfuing Chapter.

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CHA P. IV.

The Hiftory of Mrs. Fitzpatrick.

RS. Fitzpatrick, after a Silence of a few
Moments, fetching a deep Sigh, thus

It is natural to the Unhappy to feel a fecret Concern in recollecting thofe Periods of their Lives which have been moft delightful to them. The Remembrance of paft Pleasures affects us with a kind of tender Grief, like what we fuffer for departed Friends; and the Ideas of both may be faid to haunt our Imagina*tions.

For this Reafon, I never reflect without Sorrow on those Days (the happieft far of my Life) which we spent together, when both were un⚫der the Care of my Aunt Western. Alas! why

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