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nymous term with simple; for she was indeed a most sensible girl, and her understanding was of the first rate; but she wanted all that useful art which females convert to so many good purposes in life, and which, as it rather arises from the heart than from the head, is often the property of the silliest of women.

CHAP. IV.

A picture of a country gentlewoman taken from the life. MR. Western having finished his holloa, and taken

a little breath, began to lament, in very pathetic terms, the unfortunate condition of men, who are, says he, always whipt in by the humours of some d-n'd b- or other. I think I was hard run enough by your mother for one man; but after giving her a dodge, here's another b- follows me upon the foil; but curse my jacket if I will be run down in this manner by any o'um.

Sophia never had a single dispute with her father, till this unlucky affair of Blifil, on any account, except in defence of her mother, whom she had loved most tenderly, though she lost her in the eleventh year of her age. The squire, to whom that poor woman had been a faithful upper-servant all the time of their marriage, had returned that behaviour by making what the world calls a good husband. He very seldom swore at her (perhaps not above once a week) and never beat her: she had not the least occasion for jealousy, and was perfect mistress of her time; for she was never interrupted by her husband, who was engaged all the morning in his field exercises, and all the evening with bottle companions. She scarce indeed ever saw him but at meals; where she had the pleasure of carving those dishes which she had before attended at the dressing. From these meals she retired about five minutes after the

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other servants, having only staid to drink the king over the water.' Such were, it seems, Mr. Western's orders: for it was a maxim with him, that women should come in with the first dish, and go out after the first glass. Obedience to these orders was perhaps no difficult task; for the conversation (if it may be called so) was seldom such as could entertain a lady. It consisted chiefly of halloaing, singing, relations of sporting adventures, b-d-y, and abuse of women and of the govern

ment.

These, however, were the only seasons when Mr. Western saw his wife; for when he repaired to her bed, he was generally so drunk that he could not see; and in the sporting season he always rose from her before it was light. Thus was she perfect mistress of her time, and had besides a coach and four usually at her command; though unhappily indeed the badness of the neighbourhood and of the roads made this of little use; for none who had set much value on their necks would have passed through the one, or who had set any value on their hours, would have visited the other. Now to deal honestly with the reader, she did not make all the return expected to so much indulgence; for she had been married against her will by a fond father, the match having been rather advantageous on her side; for the squire's estate was upwards of 3000l. a year, and her fortune no more than a bare 8000l. Hence perhaps she had contracted a little gloominess of temper, for she was rather a good servant than a good wife; nor had she always the gratitude to return the extraordinary degree of roaring mirth, with which the squire received her, even with a good-humoured smile. She would, moreover, sometimes interfere with matters which did not concern her, as the violent drinking of her husband, which in the gentlest terms she would take some of the few opportunities he gave her of remonstrating against. And once in her life

she very earnestly entreated him to carry her for two months to London, which he peremptorily denied; nay, was angry with his wife for the request ever after, being well assured that all the husbands in London are cuckolds.

For this last, and many other good reasons, Western at length heartily hated his wife; and as he never concealed this hatred before her death, so he never forgot it afterwards; but when any thing in the least soured him, as a bad scenting day, or a distemper among his hounds, or any other such misfortune, he constantly vented his spleen by invectives against the deceased, saying, If my wife was alive now, she would be glad of this.'

These invectives he was especially desirous of throwing forth before Sophia; for as he loved her more than he did any other, so he was really jealous that she had loved her mother better than him. And this jealousy Sophia seldom failed of heightening on these occasions; for he was not contented with violating her ears with the abuse of her mother, but endeavoured to force an explicit approbation of all this abuse; with which desire he never could prevail upon her by any promise or threats to comply.

Hence some of my readers will, perhaps, wonder that the squire had not hated Sophia as much as he had hated her mother; but I must inform them, that hatred is not the effect of love, even through the medium of jealousy. It is, indeed, very possible for jealous persons to kill the objects of their jealousy, but not to hate them. Which sentiment being a pretty hard morsel, and bearing something of the air of a paradox, we shall leave the reader to chew the cud upon it to the end of the chapter.

CHAP. V.

The generous behaviour of Sophia towards her aunt. SOPHIA kept silencce during the foregoing speech

of her father, nor did she once answer otherwise than with a sigh; but as he understood none of the language, or, as he called it, lingo, of the eyes, so he was not satisfied without some further approbation of his sentiments, which he now demanded of his daughter; telling her, in the usual way, he ' expected she was ready to take the part of every 'body against him, as she had always done that of the b her mother.' Sophia remaining still silent, he cried out, What art dumb? why dost 'unt speak. Was not thy mother a d-d b- to me? answer me that. What, I suppose you despise your father too, and don't think him good enough to speak to?'

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For heaven's sake, sir,' answered Sophia, do ' not give so cruel a turn to my silence. I am sure I would sooner die than be guilty of any disrespect 'towards you; but how can I venture to speak, ' when every word must either offend my dear papa, or convict me of the blackest ingratitude as well 'as impiety to the memory of the best of mothers; for such, I am certain, my mamma was always ' to me?'

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And your aunt, I suppose, is the best of sisters 'too!' replied the squire. Will you be so kind as to allow that she is a b-? I may fairly insist ' upon that, I think.'

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Indeed, sir,' says Sophia, I have great obligations to my aunt. She hath been a second mo'ther to me.'

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'And a second wife to me too,' returned Western; 'so you will take her part too! You won't confess 'that she hath acted the part of the vilest sister in C the world?'

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Upon my word, sir,' cries Sophia, I must belie my heart wickedly if I did. I know my aunt and you differ very much in your ways of thinking; but I have heard her a thousand times express the greatest affection for you; and I am convinced, so 'far from her being the worst sister in the world, there are very few who love a brother better.'

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The English of all which is,' answered the squire, that I am in the wrong. Ay, certainly. Ay, to 'be sure the woman is in the right, and the man in the wrong always.'

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Pardon me, sir,' cries Sophia. I do not say

What don't you say?' answered the father: you have the impudence to say she's in the right; doth it not follow then of course that I am in the 'wrong? And perhaps I am in the wrong to suffer such a presbyterian Hanoverian b- to come into my house. house. She may 'dite me of a plot for any thing I know, and give my estate to the govern

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So far, sir, from injuring you or your estate,' says Sophia, if my aunt had died yesterday, I am 'convinced she would have left you her whole for'tune.'

Whether Sophia intended it or no, I shall not presume to assert; but certain it is, these last words penetrated very deep into the ears of her father, and produced a much more sensible effect than all she had said before. He received the sound with much the same action as a man receives a bullet in his head. He started, staggered, and turned pale. After which he remained silent above a minute, and then began in the following hesitating manner: Yesterday! she would have left me her esteate yesterday! would she? Why yesterday, of all the days in the year? I suppose if she dies to-morrow, she will leave it to somebody else, and perhaps out of the vamily. My aunt, sir,' cries Sophia, hath very

VOL. VI.

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