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good luck' (says the mother with a simper) to find a gentleman of your generous way of thinking, I hope she would make a better return to his gene rosity than to give her mind up to extravagant pleasures. Indeed, where young ladies bring great fortunes themselves, they have some right to insist on spending what is their own; and on that account I have heard the gentlemen say, a man has some. times a better bargain with a poor wife, than with a rich one.... But let my daughters marry whom they will, I shall endeavour to make them blessings to their husbands:-I beg, therefore, I may hear of no more masquerades. Náncy is, I am certain, too good a girl to desire to go; for she must remember when you carried her thither last year, it almost turned her head; and she did not return to herself, or to her needle, in a month afterwards.'

Though a gentle sigh, which stole from the bosom of Nancy, seemed to argue some secret disapprobation of these sentiments, she did not dare openly to oppose them. For as this good woman had all the tenderness, so she had preserved all the authority, of a parent: and as her indulgence to the desires of her children was restrained only by her fears for their safety and future welfare, so she never suffer. ed those commands, which proceeded from such fears, to be either disobeyed or disputed. And this the young gentleman, who had lodged two years in the house, knew so well, that he presently acqui

esced in the refusal.

Mr. Nightingale, who grew every minute fonder of Jones, was very desirous of his company that day to dinner at the tavern, where he offered to introduce him to some of his acquaintance; but Jones begged to be excused, as his clothes,' he said, 'were not yet come to town."

To confess the truth, Mr. Jones was now in a si. tuation, which sometimes happens to be the case of young gentlemen of much better figure than himself. In short, he had not one penny in his pocket;--

situation in much greater credit among the ancient philosophers, than among the modern. wise men who live in Lombard-street, or those who frequent White's chocolate-house. And, perhaps, the great honours which those philosophers have ascribed to an empty pocket, may be one of the reasons of that high contempt in which they are held in the aforesaid street and chocolate-house.

Now if the ancient opinion, that men might live very comfortably on virtue only, be, as the modern wise men just above mentioned pretend to have discovered, a notorious error; no less false is, I ap prehend, that position of some writers of romance, that a man can live altogether on love: for, how. ever delicious repasts this may afford to some of our senses or appetites, it is most certain it can af ford none to others. Those, therefore, who have placed too great a confidence in such writers, have experienced their error when it was too late; and have found that love was no more capable of allay. ing hunger, than a rose is capable of delighting the ear, or a violin of gratifying the smell.

Notwithstanding, therefore, all the delicacies which love had set before him, namely, the hopes of seeing Sophia at the masquerade; on which, however ill-founded his imagination might be, he had voluptuously feasted during the whole day, the evening no sooner came, than Mr. Jones began to languish for some food of a grosser kind. Partridge discovered this by intuition, and took the occasion to give some oblique hints concerning the bank-bill; and when these were rejected with disdain, he collected courage enough once more to mention a return to Mr. Allworthy.

'Partridge,' cries Jones, you cannot see my for. tune in a more desperate light than I see it myself; and I begin heartily to repent that I suffered you to leave a place, where you were settled, and to follow However, I insist now on your returning home; and for the expense aud trouble which you

have so kindly put yourself to on my account, all the clothes I left behind in your care, I desire you would take as your own. I am sorry I can make you no other acknowledgement.'

He spoke these words with so pathetic an accent, that Partridge, among whose vices ill-nature or hardness of heart were not numbered, burst into tears; and after swearing he would not quit him in his distress, he began with the most earnest entreaties to urge his return home. For Heaven's sake, sir,' says he, do but consider; what can your honour do? How is it possible you can live in this town without money? Do what you will, sir, or go wherever you please, I am resolved not to desert you. But, pray, sir, consider,--do pray, sir, for your own sake, take it into your consideration; and I'm sure,' says he, that your own good sense will bid you return home.'.

How often shall I tell thee,' answered Jones, that I have no home to return to? Had I any hopes that Mr. Allworthy's doors would be open to receive me, I want no distress to urge me--nay, there is no other cause upon earth, which could detain me a moment from flying to his presence; but, alas! that I am for ever banished from. His last words were---O, Partridge, they still ring in my ears. His last words were, when he gave me a sum of money, what it was I know not, but considerable I'm sure it was-His last words were..." I am resolved from this day forward, on no account, to converse with you any more."

Here passion stopped the mouth of Jones, as surprise, for a moment, did that of Partridge: but he soon recovered the use of speech, and, after a short preface, in which he declared he had no inquisitiveness in his temper, inquired, what Jones meant by a considerable sum--he knew not how much; and what was become of the money.

In both these points he now received full satisfaction; on which he was proceeding to comment,

when he was interrupted by a message from Mr. Nightingale, who desired his master's company in his apartment.

When the two gentlemen were both attired for the masquerade, and Mr. Nightingale had given orders for chairs to be sent for, a circumstance of distress occurred to Jones, which will appear very ridiculous to many of my readers. This was, how to procure a shilling; but if such readers will reflect a little on what they have themselves felt from the want of a thousand pounds, or, perhaps, of ten or twenty, to execute a favourite scheme, they will have a perfect idea of what Mr. Jones felt on this occasion. For this sum, therefore, he applied to Partridge, which was the first he had permitted him to advance, and was the last he intended that poor fellow should advance in his service. To say the truth, Partridge had lately made no offer of this kind; whether it was that he desired to see the bank-bill broke in upon, or that distress should prevail on Jones to return home, or from what other motive it proceeded, I will not determine.

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CHAP. VII.

UR cavaliers now arrived at that temple, where Heydegger, the great Arbiter Deliciarum, the great high-priest of pleasure presides; and, like other heathen priests, imposes on his votaries by the pretended presence of the deity, when in reality no such deity is there.

Mr. Nightingale having taken a turn or two with his companion, soon left him, and walked off with a female, saying, 'Now you are here, sir, you must beat about for your own game.'

Jones began to entertain strong hopes that his Sophia was present; and these hopes gave him more spirits than the lights, the music, and the company; though these are pretty strong antidotes

against the spleen. He now accosted every woman he saw, whose stature, shape, or air, bore any resemblance to his angel. To all of whom he endea voured to say something smart, in order to engage an answer, by which he might discover that voice. which he thought it impossible he should mistake. Some of these answered by a question, in a squeaking voice, Do you know me? Much the greater number said, I don't know you, sir,' and nothing more. Some called him an impertinent fellow; some made him no answer at all; some said, 'Indeed, I don't know your voice, and I shall have nothing to say to you; and many gave him as kind answers as he could wish, but not in the voice he desired to hear.

Whilst he was talking with one of these last (who was in the habit of a shepherdess), a lady in a domi. no came up to him, and, slapping him on the shoulder, whispered him, at the same time in the ear, If you talk any longer with that trollop, I will acquaint Miss Western.'

Jones no sooner heard that name, than, immediately quitting his former companion, he applied to the domino, begging and entreating her to show him the lady she had mentioned, if she was then in the

room.

The mask walked hastily to the upper end of the innermost apartment before she spoke; and then, instead of answering him, sat down, and declared she was tired. Jones sat down by her, and still persisted in his entreaties. At last, the lady coldly answered, I imagined Mr. Jones had been a more discerning lover, than to suffer any disguise to conceal his mistress from him. Is she here, then, madam?' replied Jones, with some vehemence. Up. on which the lady cried, Hush, sir, you will be observed. I promise you, upon my honour, Miss Western is not here.'

Jones now, taking the mask by the hand, fell to

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