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Why, Sir, A Minifter,

Doctor. I asked his Reafon for it.
faid he, because he is a Minifter.
faid I yes, replied the Clergyman, I am an
unworthy Prieft of the Church of England, and
have a Living of ten Pounds a Year, two Days
Journey on the other Side York. Some Affairs
called me to London, but as I wanted Money to pur-
chafe Juftice, among the Lawyers, I found by fad
Experience I might as well have faved a Walk of ve-
ry near two hundred Miles. The honeft Coachman's
Parents live in my Parifh, and his Charity gave
me a Place behind the Coach and has fupported
me on the Road, for I am indeed pennylefs.

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It made the Tears ftand in my Eyes to fee the poor Man's dejected Looks, and to hear a Minifter of Chrift's Doctrine talk of being obliged to the Charity of a Stage-Coachman. I left the Stage at this Town; but took an Opportunity to flip a Piece of Money into his Hand.--Prithee, faid my dear Mr. B, good-natur'd Longman, what did't give him? I know thou haft a compaffionate Heart I am fure it was Gold. It was lefs, indeed, Sir, anfwer'd he, than I would have given him, could I have fpared Money: For a Clergyman in Diftrefs, obliged to comply with Things below the Dignity of his holy. Office, for which I have the greatest Veneration, cuts me to the Heart. Well, but let us know what your good Nature did give him? Since your Honour will know, it was a Broad-Piece, though a very small Piece, confidering his Character and Diftrefs. Methinks I could have kiffed the good old Man, for his Tears were ready to gufh out of his Eyes when he told the Story.----I fuppofe, faid my dear Mr. B, this was your own Ioney? Yes, Sir, anfwer'd the good old Man. Now, my Pamela, cried my dearest Benefactor, what do Dd 3

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you think of this trufty Steward, of having an Opportunity of laying out m Advantage, puts his own to a hund Intereft.---What do I fay, makes a of it, while mine lies idle? Truly, S I, no-body can condemn this Pi Interestednefs. Look-ye, Sir, reply' man, I don't deserve this Reproach. Place, I had no Money of your Ho with me. In the fecond, I think, a fo much of yours upon the fame Secur the fame felfifh Views, I think it bu I have an Opportunity, to look a little Profit.----Believe me, Madam, there Way, a greater Ufurer than my M was to tell what I know,but I Secrecy.----Don't mind him, my never do, when once I fee him a little The leaft Word now, would provoke me as great a Mifer as himfelf. fince you go fuch Lengths, anfwered t Man, you are not only a greater than a greater than any I know in the. minions. I wish I durft, I would pr Lady (notwithstanding you are in the your Age) what an avaritious Husban Did I not tell you this, my Pamela? Mafter. I anfwered, Indeed, Sir, I n Mr. Longman, fince I myself have been in putting out your Money to unfpeakab and at the fame Time on infallible Secur nay, replied he, if the Wife of my B Part againft me, 'tis Time to give ove fence. You are confcious, Sir, faid Mr I can fupport my Affertion by Evidend are in the Right to drop the Difpute. dent in a General, answered my dear

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found a Retreat, and make the best he can, when
he finds himself oppreffed with Numbers.
to one, Longman, are great Odds.

My dear Master was very gay all Dinner, and I never faw Mr. Longman in fo chearful a Humour. When it was Time we went to Church, and Mr. Cleaves read Prayers, but we had no Sermon. Mr. and Mrs. Peters foon after we had got home made us a Vifit. They both feem'd. to have a fettled Melancholy. My dear Mr. B

and I took Care to let drop nothing that might indicate our Knowledge of their Misfortune, though we cannot imagine they fuppofe us ignorant of it. My dear obliging Spoufe when Supper was brought in, our Company being gone, fent for Mr. Longman, and when I withdrew kept him to drink a Bottle 'till paft ten.

Adieu dear fervis.

P. B.

Monday. My dear Jervis, my Looking-Glafs this Morning caufed in me fome Reflections, which produced the following Lines.

* Here's an Inanimate will fhow What, poffibly, few care to know:

For

* 'Tis evident that the Lady did not at the Time the wrote thefe Lines, understand any other than her Mother Tongue, (tho' as the Papers we have by us prove The made herself, in Process of Time, Mistress of several Languages) or we fhould be apt to imagine she had taken the Thought, nay the very Words from the French and Italian, and had out of two Sonnets in thofe Languages compofed her own. But had it been so, the Affectation vifible in that of the French is thrown out:

Miroir,

For, void of Flattery it tells,

What mortifies our Beaux and Belles.
Tho' dumb it is and motionless,
It speaks Defects in Face or Dress
And every Motion does exprefs.

Tells you your Features, fhews your Shape,
And each affected Grace will ape:
Seems what-e'er you do, to do,

Frown you at this? Why, that frowns too.
But fhou'd you laugh at what you fee,
That feems to laugh as heartily.
If you put on an Air of State,
That fately Air 'twill imitate.

Miroir, peinture et portrait qui donnes et qui reçois
Et qui portes en tous lieux avec toy mon Image,
Qui peux tout exprimer, excepté le langage
Et pour être animé n'as befoin que de voix :
Tu peux feul me montrer, quand chez toi je me vois,
Toutes me paffions peintes fur mon vifage:
Tu fuis d'un pas égal mon humeur et mon âge,
Et dans leurs changemens jamais ne te deçois,
Les Mains d'un artifan au labeur obstinées
D'un pénible travail font en plufieurs années,
Un portrait que ne peut refembler qu'un Inftant..
Mais toy, peintre brillant, d'un art imitable
Tu fais fans nul effort un ouvrage inconftant
Qui reffemble toujours, et n'eft jamais femblable.

The Italian runs thus:

So' una mia cofa la qual non à viva,
E par che viva: fe gli vai dinanti,
E fe tu fcrisi parerà che scriva :
E fe tu canti parerà che canti :
E fe ti affacci feco in profpettiva,
Ti dira i tuoi diffetti tutti quanti :
E fe fdegnofo gli bomeri le volti,
Sparife anch'ella, ce torna fe ti volti.

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Smile

Smile with Difdain, and that will too · Smile as difdainfully as you.

If it's Reproaches you can't bear,
And turn your Back, 'twill difappear,
Seems not to heed if you take Snuff,
But walks away as much in Huff
Happy were I cou'd I but find
A Friend to fhew me thus my Mind,
Each weak, each vain, each idle Thought
If thus before my Eyes 'twas brought;
How fhou'd I blush when I shou'd fee
The Picture of Deformity.-

In dreffing I could not help reflecting that our Minds were as much disguised by our Words and Actions, as our Bodies are by our Cloaths: People very feldom appear what they really are. How different do our Stays, our Hoops, Shoes, Headcloaths, and the rest of the Load of Things, in which we are bundled up, make us from what we really are. Were it not for Cuftom, how ridiculous would our Drefs make us. I fancy if one of us was to be dropped in full Drefs among the Inland Inhabitants of Africa, they would fly her Sight, as fome diftorted Production of Nature } they muft certainly look upon her as a Monster.

In the fame manner, if all the Craft, the Wiles, the deep Defigns, Schemes and Projects of fome Men's Brains were exposed to View; were all the filly, romantick, fantastical Things, all the airy Caitles which employ the Mind of fome of our Sex fet to Light, 'tis poffible thofe Men who bear the Character of great Probity, and fome Ladies, who are faid to have good Senfe, would appear the Reverfe of what they are now thought.

As my dear Mr. B- 's Affection is the greatest Bleffing I with on Earth, I am glad he reads me with