girl's betraying my letter. Her reputation might otherwise have been safe, and the affair might have remained a profound secret; and then the girl might have gone off never the worse; for many such things happen in this town: and if the husband should suspect a little, when it is too late, it will be his wiser conduct to conceal his suspicion both from his wife and the world.'

Indeed, my friend,' answered Jones, this could not have been the case with your poor Nancy. You have so entirely gained her affections, that it is the loss of you, and not of her reputation, which afflicts her, and will end in the destruction of her and her family. Nay, for that matter, I promise you,' cries Nightingale, she hath my affection so absolutely, that my wife, whoever she is to be, will have very little share in them. And is it possible, then,' said Jones, you can think of deserting her?' Why what can I do?" answered the other. 'Ask Miss Nancy,' replied Jones, warmly. In the condition to which you have reduced her, I sincerely think she ought to determine what reparation you shall make her. Her interest alone, and not yours, ought to be your sole consideration. But if you ask me, what you shall do? What can you do less,' cries Jones, than fulfil the expectations of her family, and her own? Nay, I sincerely tell you, they were mine too, ever since I first saw you together. You will pardon me, if I presume on the friendship you have favoured me with, moved as I am with compassion for those poor creatures. But your own heart will best suggest to you, whether you have never intended, by your conduct, to persuade the mother, as well as the daughter, into an opinion that you designed honourably; and if so, though there may have been no direct promise of marriage in the case, I will leave to your own good understanding, how far you are bound to proceed.'

Nay, I must not only confess what you have hinted,' said Nightingale; but, I am afraid, even

that very promise you mention, I have given.'And can you, after owning that,' said Jones, 'hesitate a moment? Consider, my friend,' answered the other; I know you are a man of honour, and would advise no one to act contrary to its rules: if there were no other objection, can I, after this publication of her disgrace, think of such an alliance with honour? Undoubtedly,' replied Jones; ' and the very best and truest honour, which is goodness, requires it of you. As you mention a scruple of this kind, you will give me leave to examine it. Can you, with honour, be guilty of having, under false pretences, deceived a young woman and her family; and of having, by these means, treacherously robbed her of her innocence? Can you, with honour, be the knowing, the wilful occasion, nay, the artful contriver of the ruin of a human being? Can you, with honour, destroy the fame, the peace, nay, probably, both the life and soul too of this creature? Can honour bear the thought, that this creature is a tender, helpless, defenceless young woman? A young woman who loves, who doats on you, who dies for you; who hath placed the utmost confidence in your promises; and to that confidence hath sacrificed every thing which is dear to her? Can honour support such contemplations as these a moment?

⚫ Common sense, indeed,' said Nightingale, 'warrants all you say; but yet you well know the opinion of the world is so contrary to it, that was I to marry a whore, though my own, I should be asham. ed of ever showing my face again.'

Fie upon it, Mr. Nightingale,' said Jones, do not call her by so ungenerous a name: when you promised to marry her, she became your wife; and she hath sinned more against prudence than virtue. And what is this world, which you would be ashamed to face, but the vile, the foolish, and the profli. gate? Forgive me if I say such a shame must proceed from false modesty, which always attends false

honour as its shadow. But I am well assured, there is not a man of real sense and goodness in the world, who would not honour and applaud the action. But admit no other would, would not your own heart, my friend, applaud it? And do not the warm, rapturous sensations, which we feel from the consciousness of an honest, noble, generous, bene. volent action, convey more delight to the mind, than the undeserved praise of millions? Set the alternative fairly before your eyes. On the one side, see this poor, unhappy, tender, believing girl, in the arms of her wretched mother, breathing her last. Hear her breaking heart, in agonies, sighing out your name; and lamenting, rather than accusing, the cruelty which weighs her down to destruction. Paint to your imagination the circumstances of her fond despairing parent, driven to madness, or, perhaps, to death, by the loss of her lovely daughter. View the poor helpless, orphan infant; and, when your mind hath dwelt a moment only on such ideas, consider yourself as the cause of all the ruin of this poor, little, worthy, defenceless family. On the other side, consider yourself as relieving them from their temporary sufferings. Think with what joy, with what transports, that lovely creature will fly to your arms. See her blood returning to her pale cheeks, her fire to her languid eyes, and raptures to her tortured breast! Consider the exultations of her mother; the happiness of all! Think of this little family, made, by one act of yours, completely happy. Think of this alternative; and sure I am mistaken in my friend, if it requires any long deliberation, whether he will sink these wretches down for ever, or by one generous, noble resolution, raise them all from the brink of misery and despair, to the highest pitch of human happiness. Add to this but one consideration more; the consideration that it is your duty so to do-That the misery from which. you will relieve these poor people, is the misery

which you yourself have wilfully brought upon them.'

O my dear friend!' cries Nightingale,' I wanted not your eloquence to rouse me. I pity poor Nancy from my soul, and would willingly give any thing in my power, that no familiarities had ever passed between us. Nay, believe me, I had many struggles with my passion before I could prevail with myself to write that cruel letter, which hath caused all the misery in that unhappy family. If I had no inclinations to consult but my own, I would marry her to-morrow morning: I would, by Heaven! But you will easily imagine how impossible it would be to prevail on my father to consent to such a match; besides, he hath provided another for me; and to-morrow, by his express command, I am to wait ou the lady.'

I have not the honour to know your father,' said Jones, but suppose he could be persuaded, would you yourself consent to the only means of preserv ing these poor people! As eagerly as I would pursue my happiness,' answered Nightingale: ⚫ for I never shall find it in any other woman. O, my dear friend! could you imagine what I have felt within these twelve hours for my poor girl, I am convinced she would not engross all your pity. Passion leads me only to her; and if I had any foolish scruples of honour, you have fully satisfied them could my father be induced to comply with my desires, nothing would be wanting to complete my own happiness, or that of my Nancy.'

Then I am resolved to undertake it,' said Jones. 'You must not be angry with me, in whatever light. it may be necessary to set this affair, which, yon may depend on it, could not otherwise be long hid from him for things of this nature make a quick progress, when once they get abroad, as this unhappily hath already. Besides, should any fatal accident follow, as, upon my soul, I am afraid will,

unless immediately prevented, the public would ring of your name in a manner which, if your father hath common humanity, must offend him. If you will, therefore, tell me where I may find the old gentleman, I will not lose a moment in the busi ness; which, while I pursue, you cannot do a more generous action than by paying a visit to the poor girl. You will find I have not exaggerated in the account I have given of the wretchedness of the family.'

Nightingale immediately consented to the proposal; and now having acquainted Jones with his father's lodging, and the coffee-house where he would most probably find him, he hesitated a moment, and then said, My dear Tom, you are going to undertake an impossibility. If you knew my father, you would never think of obtaining his consent. Stay, there is one way-suppose you told him I was already married, it might be easier to reconcile him to the fact after it was done; and, upon my honour, I am so affected with what you have said, and I love my Nancy so passionately, I almost wish it was done, whatever might be the consequence,'

Jones greatly approved the hint, and promised to pursue it. They then separated, Nightingale to visit his Nancy, and Jones in quest of the old gentleman.

CHAP. VIII.

NOTWITHSTANDING the sentiment of the Ro

man satirist, which denies the divinity of fortune, and the opinion of Seneca to the same purpose, Cicero, who was, I believe, a wiser man than either of them, expressly holds the contrary; and certain it is, there are some incidents in life so very strange and unaccountable, that it seems to require