she knew it already, and therefore was not very inquisitive as to that point. She then proceeded thus:-" I don't pretend to give your la'ship advice, whereof your la'ship knows much better than I can pretend to, being but a servant; but, i-fackins! no father in England should marry me against my consent. And to be sure, the squire is so good, that if he did but know your la ship despises and hates the young man, to be sure he would not desire you to marry him. And if your la'ship would but give me leave to tell my master so-To be sure, it would be more properer to come from your own mouth; but as your la'ship doth not care to foul your tongue with his nasty name"- "You are mistaken, Honour," says Sophia, "my father was determined before he ever thought fit to mention it to me."-"More shame for him,” cries Honour; "you are to go to bed to him, and not master. And thof a man may be a very proper man, yet every woman mayn't think him handsome alike. I am sure my master would never act in this manner of his own head. I wish some people would trouble themselves only with what belongs to them; they would not, I believe, like to be served so, if it was their own case; for though I am a maid, I can easily believe as how all men are not equally agreeable. And what signifies your la'ship having so great a fortune, if you can't please yourself with the man you think most handsomest? Well, I say nothing, but to be sure it is pity some folks had not been better born; nay, as for that matter, I should not mind it myself; but then there is not so much money, and what of that? Your la'ship hath money enough for both; and where can your la'ship bestow your fortune better? For to be sure every one must allow, that he is the most handsomest, charmingest, finest, tallest, properest man in the world."-" What do you mean by running on in this manner to me?" cries Sophia, with a very grave countenance; "have I ever given any encouragement for these liberties?"-"Nay, ma'am, I ask pardon; I meant no harm," answered she; "but to be sure the poor gentleman hath run in my head ever since I saw him this morning. To be sure, if your ladyship had but seen him just now, you must have pitied him. Poor gentleman! I wishes some misfortune hath not happened to him; for he hath been walking about with his arms across, and looking so melancholy all this morning; I vow and protest it made me almost cry to see him."-"To see whom?" says Sophia." Poor Mr Jones," answered Honour."See him! why, where did you see him?" cries Sophia. By the canal, ma'am," says Honour. "There he hath been walking all this morning, and at last there he laid himself down; I believe he lies there still. To be sure, if it had not been for my modesty, being a maid, as I am, I should have gone and spoke to him. Do, ma'am, let me go and see, only for a fancy,

whether he is there still."- "Pugh!" says Sophia, "There! no, no, what should he do there? He is gone before this time, to be sure. Besides, why-what-why should you go to see?-Besides, I want you for something else. Go, fetch me my hat and gloves. I shall walk with my aunt in the grove before dinner."-Honour did immediately as she was bid, and Sophia put her hat on; when, looking in the glass, she fancied the ribbon with which her hat was tied, did not become her, and so sent her maid back again for a ribbon of a different colour; and then giving Mrs Honour repeated charges not to leave her work on any account, as she said it was in a violent haste, and must be finished that very day, she muttered something more about going to the grove, and then sallied out the contrary way, and walked as fast as her tender trembling limbs could carry her, directly towards the canal.

Jones had been there, as Mrs Honour had told her: he had indeed spent two hours there that morning in melancholy contemplation on his Sophia; and had gone out from the garden at one door, the moment she entered it at another. So that those unlucky minutes which had been spent in changing the ribbons, had prevented the lovers from meeting at this time; a most unfortunate accident, from which my fair readers will not fail to draw a very wholesome lesson. And here I strictly forbid all male critics to intermeddle with a circumstance which I have recounted only for the sake of the ladies, and upon which they only are at liberty to comment.

CHAP. VII.

A picture of formal courtship in miniature, as it always ought to be drawn; and a scene of a tender kind painted at full length.

It was well remarked by one, (and perhaps by more,) that misfortunes do not come single. This wise maxim was now verified by Sophia, who was not only disappointed of seeing the man she loved, but had the vexation of being obliged to dress herself out, in order to receive a visit from the man she hated.

That afternoon Mr Western, for the first time, acquainted his daughter with his intention; telling her he knew very well that she had heard it before from her aunt. Sophia looked very grave upon this, nor could she prevent a few pearls from stealing into her eyes. "Come, come," says Western, "none of your maidenish airs; I know all; I assure you sister hath told

me all."

"Is it possible," says Sophia, "that my aunt can have betrayed me already !"-" Ay, ay," says Western, "betrayed you! ay. Why, you betrayed yourself yesterday at dinner. You shewed your fancy very plainly, I think. But you young girls never know what you would be

at. So you cry because I am going to marry you to the man you are in love with! Your mother, I remember, whimpered and whined just in the same manner; but it was all over within four and twenty hours after we were married: Mr Blifil is a brisk young man, and will soon put an end to your squeamishness. Come, chear up, chear up, I expect un every minute."

Sophia was now convinced that her aunt had behaved honourably to her; and she determined to go through that disagreeable afternoon with as much resolution as possible, and without giving the least suspicion in the world to her father.

Mr Blifil soon arrived; and Mr Western soon after withdrawing, left the young couple together.

Here a long silence of near a quarter of an hour ensued: for the gentleman, who was to begin the conversation, had all that unbecoming modesty which consists in bashfulness. He often attempted to speak, and as often suppressed his words just at the very point of utterance. At last, out they broke in a torrent of far-fetched and high-strained compliments, which were answered on her side by downcast looks, half bows, and civil monosyllables. Blifil, from his inexperience in the ways of women, and from his conceit of himself, took this behaviour for a modest assent to his courtship; and when, to shorten a scene which she could no longer support, Sophia rose up and left the room, he imputed that too merely to bashfulness, and comforted himself that he should soon have enough of her company.

He was indeed perfectly well satisfied with his prospect of success; for as to that entire and absolute possession of the heart of his mistress, which romantic lovers require, the very idea of it never entered his head.

Her fortune and her person were the sole objects of his wishes, of which he made no doubt soon to obtain the absolute property; as Mr Western's mind was so earnestly bent on the match, and as he well knew the strict obedience which Sophia was always ready to pay to her father's will, and the greater still which her father would exact, if there was occasion: this authority, therefore, together with the charms which he fancied in his own person and conversation, could not fail, he thought, of succeeding with a young lady, whose inclinations were, he doubted not, entirely disengaged.

Of Jones he certainly had not even the least jealousy; and I have often thought it wonderful that he had not. Perhaps he imagined the character which Jones bore all over the country, (how justly let the reader determine,) of being one of the wildest fellows in England, might render him odious to a lady of the most exemplary modesty. Perhaps his suspicions might be laid asleep by the behaviour of Sophia, and of Jones himself, when they were all in com

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pany together. Lastly, and indeed principally, he was well assured there was not another self in the case. He fancied that he knew Jones to the bottom, and had, in reality, a great contempt for his understanding, for not being more attached to his own interest. He had no apprehension that Jones was in love with Sophia; and as for any lucrative motives, he imagined they would sway very little with so silly a fellow. Blifil, moreover, thought the affair of Molly Seagrim still went on, and, indeed, believed it would end in marriage : for Jones really loved him from his childhood, and had kept no secret from him, till his behaviour on the sickness of Mr Allworthy had entirely alienated his heart; and it was by means of the quarrel which had ensued on this occasion, and which was not yet reconciled, that Mr Blifil knew nothing of the alteration which had happened in the affection which Jones had formerly borne towards Molly.

From these reasons, therefore, Mr Blifil saw no bar to his success with Sophia. He concluded her behaviour was like that of all other young ladies on a first visit from a lover, and it had indeed entirely answered his expectations.

Mr Western took care to way-lay the lover at his exit from his mistress. He found him so elevated with his success, so enamoured with his daughter, and so satisfied with his reception of him, that the old gentleman began to caper and dance about his hall, and, by many other antic actions, to express the extravagance of his joy; for he had not the least command over any of his passions; and that which had at any time the ascendant in his mind, hurried him to the wildest excesses.

As soon as Blifil was departed, which was not till after many hearty kisses and embraces bestowed on him by Western, the good squire went instantly in quest of his daughter, whom he no sooner found, than he poured forth the most extravagant raptures, bidding her chuse what clothes and jewels she pleased; and declaring that he had no other use for fortune but to make her happy. He then caressed her again and again, with the utmost profusion of fondness, called her by the most endearing names, and protested she was his only joy on earth.

Sophia perceiving her father in this fit of affection, which she did not absolutely know the reason of (for fits of fondness were not unusual to him, though this was rather more violent than ordinary), thought she should never have a better opportunity of disclosing herself than at present, as far, at least, as regarded Mr Blifil; and she too well foresaw the necessity which she should soon be under of coming to a full explanation. After having thanked the Squire, therefore, for all his professions of kindness, she added, with a look of inexpressible softness, "And is it possible my papa can be so good to place all his joy in his Sophy's happiness?"

which Western having confirmed by a great oath, and a kiss, she then laid hold of his hand, and, falling on her knees, after many warm and passionate declarations of affection and duty, she begged him, not to make her the most miserable creature on earth, by forcing her to marry a man whom she detested. "This I intreat of you, dear sir," said she, "for your sake as well as my own, since you are so very kind to tell me your happiness depends on mine."-"How! what!" says Western, staring wildly.-"O sir," continued she, "not only your poor Sophia's happiness, her very life, her being, depends upon your granting her request. I cannot live with Mr Blifil. To force me into this marriage would be killing me."-" You can't live with Mr Blifil!" says Western.-"No, upon my soul, I can't," answered Sophia.-" Then die and be d-n'd," cries he, spurning her from him.-"Oh! sir," cries Sophia, catching hold of the skirt of his coat, "take pity on me, I beseech you. Don't look and say such cruel-Can you be unmoved while you see your Sophia in this dreadful condition? can the best of fathers break my heart? will he kill me by the most painful, cruel, lingering death?"-"Pooh! pooh!" cries the squire, "all stuff and nonsense, all maidenish tricks. Kill you indeed! will marriage kill you?""Oh! sir," answered Sophia, "such a marriage is worse than death-He is not even indifferent, I hate and detest him."-" If you detest un never so much," cries Western, " you shall ha' un." This he bound by an oath too shocking to repeat; and, after many violent asseverations, concluded in these words: "I am resolved up on the match, and unless you consent to it, I will not give you a groat, not a single farthing; no, though I saw you expiring with famine in the street, I would not relieve you with a morsel of bread. This is my fixed resolution, and so I leave you to consider on it." He then broke from her with such violence, that her face dashed against the floor, and he burst directly out of the room, leaving poor Sophia prostrate on the ground.

When Western came into the hall, he there found Jones, who, seeing his friend looking wild, pale, and almost breathless, could not forbear enquiring the reason of all these melancholy appearances. Upon which the squire immediately acquainted him with the whole matter, concluding with bitter denunciations against Sophia, and very pathetic lamentations of the misery of all fathers who are so unfortunate as to have daughters.

Jones, to whom all the resolutions which had been taken in favour of Blifil were yet a secret, was at first almost struck dead with this relation; but recovering his spirits a little, mere despair, as he afterwards said, inspired him to mention a matter to Mr Western, which seemed to require more impudence than a human forehead was ever gifted with. He desired leave

to go to Sophia, that he might endeavour to obtain her concurrence with her father's inclinations.

If the squire had been as quick-sighted, as he was remarkable for the contrary, passion might, at present, very well have blinded him. He thanked Jones for offering to undertake the office, and said, " Go, go, prithee, try what canst do ;" and then swore many execrable oaths that he would turn her out of doors unless she consented to the match.

CHAP. VIII.

The meeting between Jones and Sophia. JONES departed instantly in quest of Sophia, whom he found just risen from the ground where her father had left her, with the tears trickling from her eyes, and the blood running from her lips. He presently ran to her, and, with a voice full at once of tenderness and terror, cried, "O my Sophia, what means this dreadful sight!"— She looked softly at him for a moment before she spoke, and then said, "Mr Jones, for Heaven's sake, how came you here? Leave me, I beseech you, this moment."-" Do not," says he, "impose so harsh a command upon memy heart bleeds faster than those lips. O Sophia, how easily could I drain my veins to preserve one drop of that dear blood!"-"I have too many obligations to you already," answered she; "for sure you meant them such."-Here she looked at him tenderly almost a minute, and then, bursting into an agony, cried,-" O Mr Jones, why did you save my life?-my death would have been happier for us both." -"Happier for us both!" cried he; "Could racks or wheels kill me so painfully as Sophia's-I cannot bear the dreadful sound. Do I live but for her ?"-Both his voice and look were full of inexpressible tendernes when he spoke these words, and, at the same time, he laid gently hold on her hand, which she did not withdraw from him: to say the truth, she hardly knew what she did or suffered. A few moments now passed in silence between these lovers, while his eyes were eagerly fixed on Sophia, and hers declining towards the ground; at last she recovered strength enough to desire him again to leave her, for that her certain ruin would be the consequence of their being found together; adding,-" O Mr Jones, you know not, you know not what hath passed this cruel afternoon."-"I know all, my Sophia," answered he; "your cruel father hath told me all, and he himself hath sent me hither to you."-" My father sent you to me!" replied she," sure you dream."-"Would to Heaven," cries he," it were but a dream. O Sophia, your father hath sent me to you, to be an advocate for my odious rival, to solicit you in his favour-I took any means to get access to you. O speak to me, So

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phia, comfort my bleeding heart. Sure no one ever loved, ever doated like me. Do not unkindly with-hold this dear, this soft, this gentle hand-One moment, perhaps, tears you for ever from me. Nothing less than this cruel occasion could, I believe, have ever conquered the respect and awe with which you have inspired me." She stood a moment silent, and covered with confusion, then lifting up her eyes gently towards him, she cried, "What would Mr Jones have me say?" -"O do but promise," cries he, "that you will never give yourself to Blifil."-" Name not," answered she, "the detested sound. Be assured I never will give him what is in my power to withhold from him."-" Now, then," cries he, "while you are so perfectly kind, go a little farther, and add that I may hope." Alas," says she, "Mr Jones, whither will you drive me? What hope have I to bestow? You know my father's intentions."-" But I know," answered he, "your compliance with them cannot be compelled."-" What," says she, " must be the dreadful consequence of my disobedience? My own ruin is my least concern. I cannot bear the thoughts of being the cause of my father's misery. -"He is himself the cause," cries Jones, "by exacting a power over you which Nature hath not given him. Think on the misery which I am to suffer, if I am to lose you, and see on which side pity will turn the balance."-"Think of it!" replied she; "can you imagine I do not feel the ruin which I must bring on you, should I comply with your desire? It is that thought which gives me resolution to bid you fly from me for ever, and avoid your own destruction." -"I fear no destruction," cries he, "but the loss of Sophia; if you would save me from the most bitter agonies, recal that cruel sentence. Indeed, I can never part with you, indeed I cannot."

The lovers now stood both silent and trembling, Sophia being unable to withdraw her hand from Jones, and he almost as unable to hold it; when the scene, which, I believe, some of my readers will think had lasted long enough, was interrupted by one of so different a nature, that we shall reserve the relation of it for a different chapter.

CHAP. IX.

past between her brother and Sophia relating to Blifil.

This behaviour in her niece the good lady construed to be an absolute breach of the condition on which she had engaged to keep her love for Mr Jones a secret. She considered herself, therefore, at full liberty to reveal all she knew to the squire, which she immediately did in the most explicit terms, and without any ceremony or preface.

The idea of a marriage between Jones and his daughter had never once entered into the squire's head, either in the warmest minutes of his affection towards that young man, or from suspicion, or on any other occasion. He did indeed consider a parity of fortune and circumstances to be physically as necessary an ingredient in marriage, as difference of sexes, or any other essential; and had no more apprehension of his daughter's falling in love with a poor man, than with any animal of a different species.

He became, therefore, like one thunder-struck at his sister's relation. He was, at first, incapable of making any answer, having been almost deprived of his breath by the violence of the surprise. This, however, soon returned, and, as is usual in other cases after an intermission, with redoubled force and fury.

The first use he made of the power of speech, after his recovery from the sudden effects of his astonishment, was to discharge a round volley of oaths and imprecations. After which he proceeded hastily to the apartment where he expected to find the lovers, and murmured, or indeed rather roared forth intentions of revenge every step he went.

As when two doves, or two wood-pigeons, or as when Strephon and Phyllis (for that comes nearest to the mark) are retired into some pleasant solitary grove, to enjoy the delightful conversation of love; that bashful boy who cannot speak in public, and is never a good companion to more than two at a time: here while every object is serene, should hoarse thunder burst suddenly through the shattered clouds, and rumbling roll along the sky, the frightened maid starts from the mossy bank or verdant turf; the pale livery of death succeeds the red regimentals in which love had before drest her cheeks; fear shakes her whole frame, and her lover scarce support her trembling, tottering limbs:

Or as when two gentlemen, strangers to the

former.

BEFORE we proceed with what now happened to our lovers, it may be proper to recount what had past in the hall during their tender inter

view.

Soon after Jones had left Mr Western in the manner above mentioned, his sister came to him, and was presently informed of all that had

tle together at some inn or tavern at Salisbury, if the great Dowdy who acts the part of a madman, as well as some of his setters-on do that of a fool, should rattle his chains, and dreadfully hum forth the grumbling catch along the gallery; the frighted strangers stand aghast, scared at the horrid sound, they seek some place of shelter from the approaching danger, and if the wellbarred windows did admit their exit, would yen