"I wish you would conftrue them," cries Partridge; "for Horace is a hard author, and I can» not understand as you repeat them. " "I will repeat you a bad imitation, or rather » paraphrafe of my own, faid Jones; "for I am but an indifferent poet. دو دو "Who would not die in his dear country's "caufe? "Since, if base fears his dastard step with « draws, "From death he cannot fly CC grave :--- One common "Receives, at laft, the coward and the brave." "That's very certain," cries Partridge. "Ay, ,, fure, Mors omnibus communis, but there is a great difference between dying in one's bed a great » many years hence, like a good Chriftian, with all our friends crying about us, and being fhot to-day or to-morrow, like a mad dog; or, perhaps, hacked in twenty pieces with a fword, and that too before we have repented of all our fins. Oh! Lord have mercy upon us! To be fure, the foldiers are a wicked kind of people. I never loved to have any thing to do with دو כ, دو دو دو them. I could hardly bring myself ever to look " upon them as Chriftians. There is nothing but "curfing and fwearing among them. I wish "your Honor would repent: I heartily wish , you would repent, before it is too late; and ,, not think of going among them.--Evil communication corrupts good manners. That is כג دو » my principal reafon. For as for that matter, I ,, am no more afraid than another man, not I; as to matter of that. I know all human flesh muft die; but yet a man may live many years for all that. Why I am a middle-aged man » now, and yet I may live a great number of " years. I have read of feveral who have lived to be above a hundred, and fome a great deal above a hundred. Not that I hope, I mean that I promise myself, to live to any fuch age as that nei,,ther. But if it be only to eighty or ninety: Heavens be praised, that is a great ways off and I am not afraid of dying then, no more than another man: but, furely, to tempt death before a man's time is come, seems to me downright wickedness and prefumption. Befides, if دو دو دو دو دو دو دو دو دو دو yet; it was to do any good indeed; but let the cause be what it will, what mighty matter of good ,, can two people do? And, for my part, I understand nothing of it. I never fired off a gun above ten times in my life; and then it was not charged with bullets. And for the fword, I » never learned to fence, and know nothing of the matter. And then there are thofe cannons, which certainly it must be thought the highest prefumption to go in the way of; and no body but a madman—I ask pardon; upon my foul, I meant no harm: I beg I may not throw your Honor into another paffion." "Be under no apprehenfion, Partridge," cries Jones; "I am now fo well convinced of thy cowardice, that thou couldst not provoke me on "Your Honor, anfwered he, » any account. رو دو » may call me coward, or any thing else you please. If loving to fleep in a whole fkin makes a man " a coward, non immunes ab illis malis fumus. I ,, never read in my grammar that a man can't be ,, a good man without fighting. Vir bonus eft quis? "Qui confulta Patrum, qui leges juraque fervat. Not word of fighting; and I am fure the Scripture is so much against it, that a man fhall never perfuade me he is a good Christian, while he sheds Christian blood. رو כל رو CHA P. I V. The Adventure of a Beggar-Man. JUST as Partridge had uttered that good and pious doctrine with which the last Chapter concluded, they arrived at another crofs- way, when a lame fellow in rags asked them for alms; upon which Partridge gave him a fevere rebuke faying, Eyery parish ought to keep their own poor. "Jones then fell a-laughing, and asked Partridge, if he was not ashamed, with fo much charity in his mouth, to have no charity in his heart. "Your religion," fays he, دو " Сс ferves you only for an excufe for your faults, دو but is no incentive to your virtue. Can any man who is really a Chriftian abstain from re» lieving one of his brethren in fuch a miferable condition?" And at the fame time putting his hand in his pocket, he gave the poor object a fhilling. دو دو دو دو "Mafter," cries the fellow, after thanking him, I have a curious thing here in my pocket, which I found about two miles off, if your Worship will please to buy it. I should not venture to » pull it out to every one; but as you are fo good ,, a gentleman, and fo kind to the poor, you won't fufpect a man of being a thief only because he is poor. He then pulled out a little gilt pocketbook, and delivered it into the hands of Jones. وو رو Jones presently opened it, and (guess, Reader, what he felt) faw in the first page the words Sophia Western, written by her own fair hand. He no fooner read the name, than he preft it close to his lips; nor could he avoid falling into fome very frantic raptures, notwithstanding his company; but, perhaps, these very raptures made him forget he was not alone. While Jones was kiffing and mumbling the book, as if he had an excellent brown butter'd cruft in his mouth, or as if he had really been a bookworm, or an author who has nothing to eat but his own works, a piece of paper fell from its leaves to the ground, which Partridge took up, and delivered to Jones, who prefently perceived it to be a bankbill. It was, indeed, the very bill which Weftern had given his daughter, the night before her departure; and a Jew would have jumped to purchase it at five fhillings lefs than 100 l. The eyes of Partridge fparkled at this news, which Jones now proclaimed aloud; and fo did (tho' with fomewhat a different afpect) those of the poor fellow who had found the book; and who (I hope from a principle of honesty) had never opened it: but we fhould not deal honestly by the Reader, if we omitted to inform him of a circumstance, which may be here a little material, viz. That the fellow could not read. Jones who had felt nothing but pure joy and transport from the finding the book, was affected with a mixture of concern at this new difcovery: for his imagination inftantly fuggefted to him, that the owner of the bill might poffibly want it, before he fhould be able to convey it to her. He then acquainted the finder, that he knew the Lady to whom the book belonged, and would endeavour to find her out as foon as poffible, and return it her. The pocket-book was a late present from Mrs. Western to her niece: it had coft five and twenty fhillings, having been bought of a celebrated toyman; but the real value of the filver, which it contained in its clafp, was about 18 d. and that price the faid toyman, as it was altogether as good as |