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 their's.''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 it's nest; but helpless man can only find refuge from his fellow-creature. The greatest stranger in this world was he who came to save it; he never had a 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 bay, and our guest offering his assistance, he was accepted among the number. Our labours went on lightly ; we turned the swath 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 her's, 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

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neighbour's, to whose child he was carrying a whisWhen 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 have been, 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, Sophy,' cried my son Moses; and one of the ancients finely represents so malicious a conduct, by the attempts of a rustic to flay Marsyas, whose skin, the fable tells us, had been wholly stript 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 a 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 scarcely 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, they spoil-. ed it; I therefore approached my chair by sly degrees to the fire, and grasping the poker, as if it wanted mending, seemingly by accident, overturned the whole composition; and it was too late to begin another.

CHAP. VII.

A TOWN WIT DESCRIBED. THE DULLEST FELLOWS MAY LEARN TO BE COMICAL FOR A NIGHT OR TWO.

WHEN the morning arrived on which we were to entertain our young landlord, it may be easily supposed what provisions were exhausted to make an appearance. It may be also conjectured, that my wife and daughters expanded their gayest plumage on this occasion. Mr. Thornhill came with a couple of friends, his chaplain and feeder. The servants who were numerous, he politely ordered to the next alehouse; but my wife, in the triumph of her heart, insisted on entertaining them all; for which, by the by, our family was pinched for three weeks after. As Mr. Burchell had hinted to us the day before, that he was making some proposals of marriage to Miss Wilmot, my son George's former mistress, this a good deal damped the heartiness of his reception; but accident, in some measure, relieved our embarrassment; for one of the company happening to mention her name, Mr. Thornhill observed, with an oath, that he never knew any thing more absurd than calling such a fright a beauty; 'For, strike me ugly,' continued he, ‘if I. should not find as much pleasure in choosing my mistress by the information of a lamp under the clock of St. Dunstan's.' At this he laughed, and so did we: the jests of the rich are ever successful. Olivia too could not avoid whispering, loud enough to be heard, that he had an infinite fund of humour.

After dinner, I began with my usual toast, the church; for this I was thanked by the chaplain, as he said the church was the only mistress of his affections. 'Come, tell us honestly, Frank,' said the squire, with his usual archness,' suppose the church, your present mistress, dressed in lawn sleeves, on one hand, and Miss Sophia, with no lawn about her, on the other, which would you be for ? For both, to be sure,' cried the chaplain.- Right Frank,' cried the squire; for may this glass suffocate me, but a fine girl is worth all the priesteraft in the creation. For what are tythes and tricks but an imposition, all a confounded imposture? and I can prove it.'— 'I wish you would,' cried my son Moses; and I think,' continued he, 'that I should be able to answer you.'-'Very well, Sir,' cried the squire, who ' . immediately smoked him, and winked on the rest of the company, to prepare us for the sport, 'if you are for a cool argument upon the subject, I am ready to accept the challenge. And first, whether are you for managing it analogically or dialogically?'-'I am for managing it rationally,' cried Moses, quite happy at being permitted to dispute. 'Good again,' cried the squire; and, firstly, of the first, I hope you'll not deny that whatever is, is; if you don't grant me that, I can go no further.''Why,' returned Moses, 'I think I may grant that, and make the best of it.'--' I hope too,' returned the other, 'you will grant that a part is less than the whole.'-'I grant that too,' cried Moses, it is but just and reasonable.' 'I hope,' cried the squire, 'you will not deny, that the three angles of a triangle are