argument was directed to me, I protested I could see no reason for it neither: nor why Mr. Simkins got the ten thousand pounds prize in the lottery, and we sat down with a blank.-I protest, Charles, cried my wife, this is the way you always damp my girls and me, when we are in spirits. Tell me, Sophy, my dear, what do you think of our new visitor? Don't you think he seemed to be good-natured?--Immensely so, indeed, mamma, replied she: I think he has a great deal to say upon every thing, and is never at a loss; and the more trifling the subject the more he has to say.-Yes, cried Olivia, he is well enough for a man; but, for my part, I don't much like him, he is so extremely impudent and familiar; but on the guitar he is shocking. These two last speeches I interpreted by contraries. I found by this, that Sophia internally despised, as much as Olivia secretly admired him. Whatever may be your opinions of him, my children, cried I, to confess a truth, he has not prepossessed me in his favour. Disproportioned friendships ever terminate in disgust; and I thought, notwithstanding all his ease, that he seemed perfectly sensible of the distance between us. Let us

keep to companions of our own rank. There is no character more contemptible than a man that is a fortune-hunter; and I can see no reason why fortunehunting women should not be contemptible too. Thus, at best, we shall be contemptible if his views are honourable: but if they be otherwise! I should shudder but to think of that! It is true, I have no apprehensions from the conduct of my children, but I think there are some from his character. I would have proceeded, but for the interruption of a servant from the squire, who, with his compliments, sent us a side of venison, and a promise to dine with us some days after. This well-timed

present pleaded more powerfully in his favour, than any thing I had to say could obviate. I therefore continued silent, satisfied with just having pointed out danger, and leaving it to their own discretion to avoid it. That virtue which requires to be ever guarded, is scarce worth the centinel.

CHAPTER VI.

The happiness of a country fire-side.

As we carried on the former dispute with some degree of warmth, in order to accommodate matters, it was universally agreed, that we should have a part of the venison for supper, and the girls undertook the task with alacrity. I am sorry, cried I, that we have no neighbour or stranger to take part in his good cheer: feasts of this kind acquire a double relish from hospitality.-Bless me! cried my wife, here comes our good friend Mr. Burchell, that saved our Sophia, and that run you down fairly in the argument.-Confute me in argument, child! cried I you mistake there, my dear. I believe there are but few that can do that: I never dispute your abilities at making a goose-pye, and I beg you'll leave argument to me. As I spoke, poor

Mr. Burchell entered the house, and was welcomed by the family, who shook him heartily by the hand, while young Dick officiously reached him a chair.

I was pleased with the poor man's friendship, for two reasons; because I knew that he wanted mine, and I knew him to be friendly as far as he was able. He was known in our neighbourhood by the character of the poor gentleman that would do

no good when he was young, though he was not yet thirty. He would at intervals talk with great good sense; but in general he was fondest of the company of children, whom he used to call harmless little men. He was famous, I found, for singing them ballads, and telling them stories; and seldom went out without something in his pockets for them a piece of gingerbread, or an halfpenny whistle. He generally came for a few days into our neighbourhood once a-year, and lived upon the neighbours' hospitality. He sat down to supper among us; and my wife was not sparing of her gooseberry-wine. The tale went round; he sung us old songs, and gave the children the story of the Buck of Beverland, with the History of Patient Grissel, the Adventures of Catskin, and then Fair Rosamond's Bower. Our cock, which always crew at eleven, now told us it was time for repose; but an unforeseen difficulty started about lodging, the stranger: all our beds were already taken up, and it was too late to send him to the next alehouse.In this dilemma, little Dick offered him his part of the bed, if his brother Moses would let him lie with him. And I, cried Bill, will give Mr. Burchell my part, if my sisters will take me to theirs. -Well done, my good children! cried I: hospitality is one of the first Christian duties. The beast retires to his shelter, and the bird flies to its nest; but helpless man can only find refuge from his fellow-creature. The greatest stranger in this world was He that came to save it: he never had an house, as if willing to see what hospitality was left remaining amongst us.-Deborah, my dear, cried I to my wife, give those boys a lump of sugar each; and let Dick's be the largest, because he spoke first.

In the morning early I called out my whole

family to help at saving an after-growth of hay, and our guest offering his assistance, he was accepted among the number. Our labours went on lightly; we turned the swarth to the wind: I went foremost, and the rest followed in due succession. I could not avoid, however, observing the assiduity of Mr. Burchell in assisting my daughter Sophia in her part of the task. When he had finished his own, he would join in hers, and enter into a close conversation but I had too good an opinion of Sophia's understanding, and was too well convinced of her ambition, to be under any uneasiness from a man of broken fortune. When we were finished for the day, Mr. Burchell was invited, as on the night before; but he refused, as he was to lie that night at a neighbour's, to whose child he was carrying a whistle. When gone, our conversation at supper turned upon our late unfortunate guest.

What a strong instance, said I, is that poor man of the miseries attending a youth of levity and extravagance! He by no means wants sense; which only serves to aggravate his former folly. Poor forlorn creature! where are now the revellers, the flatterers, that he could once inspire and command? Gone, perhaps, to attend the bagnio pander, grown rich by his extravagance! They once praised him, and now they applaud the pander: their former raptures at his wit are now converted into sarcasms at his folly: he is poor, and perhaps deserves poverty; for he has neither the ambition to be independent, nor the skill to be useful. Prompted perhaps by some secret reasons, I delivered this observation with too much acrimony, which my Sophia gently reproved.-Whatsoever his former conduct may be, papa, his circumstances should exempt him from censure now. His present indigence is a sufficient punishment for

former folly; and I have heard my papa himself say, that we should never, strike one unnecessary blow at a victim over whom Providence holds the scourge of its resentment. You are right, Sophia, cried my son Moses; and one of the ancients finely represents so malicious a condnct, by the attempts of a rustic to flay Marsyas, whose skin, the fable tells us, had been wholly stripped off by another. Besides, I don't know if this poor man's situation be so bad as my father would represent it. We are not to judge of the feelings of others by what we might feel if in their place. However dark the habitation of the mole to our eyes, yet the animal itself finds the apartment sufficiently lightsome. And to confess the truth, this man's mind seems fitted to his station; for I never heard any one more sprightly than he was to-day, when he conversed with you. This was said without the least design however, it excited a blush, which she strove to cover by an affected laugh; assuring him, that she scarce took any notice of what he said to her; but that she believed he might once have been a very fine gentleman. The readiness with which she undertook to vindicate herself, and her blushing, were symptoms I did not internally approve; but I repressed my suspicions.

As we expected our landlord the next day, my wife went to make the venison pasty: Moses sat reading while I taught the little ones: my daughters seemed equally busy with the rest; and I observed them for a good while cooking something over the fire. I at first supposed they were assisting their mother; but little Dick informed me in a whisper, that they were making a wash for the face. Washes of all kinds I had a natural antipathy to; for I knew, that instead of mending the complexion,