goes away, we shall have the news of a battle: for if 'the Chevalier should get the better, she may gain us ' interest at court, and make our fortunes without betray'ing her.' 'Why, that's true,' replied the wife; 'and 'I heartily hope she will have it in her power. Certainly she's a sweet good lady; it would go horribly against me to have her come to any harm.' 'Pooh,' cries the landlord, women are always so tender-hearted. 'Why, you would not harbour rebels, would you?' 'No, certainly,' answered the wife; and as for betraying 'her, come what will on't, nobody can blame us. It 'is what any body would do in our case.'

While our politic landlord, who had not, we see, undeservedly the reputation of great wisdom among his neighbours, was engaged in debating this matter with himself (for he paid little attention to the opinion of his wife), news arrived that the rebels had given the duke the slip, and had got a day's march towards London; and soon after arrived a famous Jacobite squire, who, with great joy in his countenance, shook the landlord by the hand, saying, 'All's our own, boy, 'ten thousand honest Frenchmen are landed in Suffolk. 'Old England for ever! ten thousand French, my brave 'lad! I am going to tap away directly.'

The news determined the opinion of the wise man, and he resolved to make his court to the young lady, when she arose; for he had now (he said) discovered that she was no other than Madam Jenny Cameron herself.

CHAPTER III.

A very short chapter, in which however is a sun, a mom, a star, and an angel.

THE sun (for he keeps very good hours at this time of the year) had been some time retired to rest, when Sophia arose greatly refreshed by her sleep; which, short as it was, nothing but her extreme fatigue could have occasioned; for though she had told her maid, and perhaps herself too, that she was perfectly easy when she left Upton; yet it is certain her mind was a little affected with that malady which is attended with all the restless symptoms of a fever, and is perhaps the very distemper which physicians mean (if they mean any thing) by the fever on the spirits.

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Mrs. Fitzpatrick likewise left her bed at the same time; and having summoned her maid, immediately dressed herself. She was really a very pretty woman, and had she been in but that of Sophia, might have been thought beautiful; but when Mrs. Honour of her own accord attended (for her mistress would not suffer her to be waked), and had equipped our heroine, the charms of Mrs. Fitzpatrick, who had performed the office of the morning-star, and had preceded greater glories, shared the fate of that star, and were totally eclipsed the moment those glories shone forth.

Perhaps Sophia never looked more beautiful than she did at this instant. We ought not, therefore, to condemn the maid of the inn for her hyperbole, who, when she descended, after having lighted the fire, declared, and ratified it with an oath, that if ever there was an angel upon earth, she was now above stairs.

Sophia had acquainted her cousin with her design to

go to London; and Mrs. Fitzpatrick had agreed to accompany her; for the arrival of her husband at Upton had put an end to her design of going to Bath, or to her aunt Western. They had therefore no sooner finished their tea, than Sophia proposed to set out, the moon then shining extremely bright, and as for the frost she defied it; nor had she any of those apprehensions, which many young ladies would have felt at travelling by night; for she had, as we have before observed, some little degree of natural courage; and this her present sensations, which bordered somewhat on despair, greatly increased. Besides, as she had already travelled twice with safety, by the light of the moon, she was the better emboldened to trust to it a third time.

The disposition of Mrs. Fitzpatrick was more timorous; for though the greater terrors had conquered the less, and the presence of her husband had driven her away at so unseasonable an hour from Upton; yet being now arrived at a place where she thought herself safe from his pursuit, these lesser terrors of I know not what, operated so strongly, that she earnestly entreated her cousin to stay till the next morning, and not expose herself to the dangers of travelling by night.

Sophia, who was yielding to an excess, when she could neither laugh nor reason her cousin out of these apprehensions, at last gave way to them. Perhaps, indeed, had she known of her father's arrival at Upton, it might have been more difficult to have persuaded her; for as to Jones, she had, I am afraid, no great horror at the thoughts of being overtaken by him; nay, to confess the truth, I believe she rather wished than feared it; though I might honestly enough have concealed this wish from the reader, as it was one of those secret spontaneous emotions of the soul, to which the reason is often a stranger.

When our young ladies had determined to remain all that evening in their inn, they were attended by the landlady, who desired to know what their ladyships would be pleased to eat. Such charms were there in the voice, in the manner, and in the affable deportment of Sophia, that she ravished the landlady to the highest degree; and that good woman concluding that she had attended Jenny Cameron, became in a moment a staunch Jacobite, and wished heartily well to the young Pretender's cause, from the great sweetness and affability with which she had been treated by his supposed mistress.

The two cousins began now to impart to each other their reciprocal curiosity, to know what extraordinary accidents on both sides occasioned this so strange and unexpected meeting. At last Mrs. Fitzpatrick, having obtained of Sophia a promise of communicating likewise in her turn, began to relate what the reader, if he is desirous to know her history, may read in the ensuing chapter.

CHAPTER IV.

The history of Mrs. Fitzpatrick.

MRS. FITZPATRICK, after a silence of a few moments, fetching a deep sigh, thus began :

'It is natural to the unhappy to feel a secret concern ' in recollecting those periods of their lives which have 'been most delightful to them. The remembrance of past pleasures affects us with a kind of tender grief, 'like what we suffer for departed friends; and the ideas ' of both may be said to haunt our imaginations.

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'those days (the happiest far of my life) which we spent 'together, when both were under the care of my aunt 'Western. Alas! why are Miss Graveairs, and Miss Giddy no more? You remember, I am sure, when we knew each other by no other names. Indeed Indeed you gave the latter appellation with too much cause. 'have since experienced how much I deserved it. You, 'my Sophia, was always my superior in every thing, and 'I heartily hope you will be so in your fortune. I shall 'never forget the wise and matronly advice you once gave me, when I lamented being disappointed of a ball, though you could not be then fourteen years old.

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'O my Sophy, how blest must have been my situation, 'when I could think such a disappointment a misfortune; and when indeed it was the greatest I had ever

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And yet, my dear Harriet,' answered Sophia, 'it was then a serious matter with you. Comfort yourself 'therefore with thinking, that whatever you now lament, may hereafter appear as trifling and contemptible as เ a ball would at this time.'

'Alas, my Sophia,' replied the other lady, 'you 'yourself will think otherwise of my present situation : 'for greatly must that tender heart be altered, if my 'misfortunes do not draw many a sigh, nay, many a tear, from you. The knowledge of this should perhaps 'deter me from relating what I am convinced will so 'much affect you.' Here Mrs. Fitzpatrick stopt, till, at the repeated entreaties of Sophia, she thus proceeded.

'Though you must have heard much of my marriage; yet as matters may probably have been misrepresented, 'I will set out from the very commencement of my unfortunate acquaintance with my present husband; which was at Bath, soon after you left my aunt, and ' returned home to your father.

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