my mind; and of honestly shewing you how unworthy I am of your friendship, at the same time that I so earnestly desire it.'

CHAP. X.

Being the last Chapter of the Seventh Book.

AMELIA did not fail to make proper compliments to Mrs Bennet, on the conclusion of her speech in the last chapter. She told her, that, from the first moment of her acquaintance, she had the strongest inclination to her friendship; and that her desires of that kind were much increased by hearing her story. "Indeed, madam," said she, you are much too severe a judge on yourself; for they must have very little candour, in my opinion, who look upon your case with any severe eye. To me, I assure you, you appear highly the object of compassion; and I shall always esteem you as an innocent and an unfortunate woman.'

Amelia would then have taken her leave; but Mrs Bennet so strongly pressed her to stay to breakfast, that at length she complied. Indeed, she had fasted so long, and her gentle spirits had been so agitated with variety of passions, that nature very strongly seconded Mrs Bennet's

motion.

Whilst the maid was preparing the tea-equipage, Amelia, with a little slyness in her countenance, asked Mrs Bennet, if Serjeant Atkinson did not lodge in the same house with her. The other reddened so extremely at the question, repeated the serjeant's name with such hesitation, and behaved so awkwardly, that Amelia wanted no further confirmation of her suspicions. She would not, however, declare them abruptly to the other; but began a dissertation on the serjeant's virtues; and after observing the great concern which he had manifested, when Mrs Bennet was in her fit, concluded with saying, she believed the serjeant would make the best husband in the world; for that he had great tenderness of heart, and a gentleness of manners not often to be found in any man, and much seldomer in persons of his rank.

"And why not in his rank?" said Mrs Bennet. "Indeed, Mrs Booth, we rob the lower order of mankind of their due. I do not deny the force and power of education; but when we consider how very injudicious is the education of the better sort in general, how little they are instructed in the practice of virtue, we shall not expect to find the heart much improved by it. And even as to the head, how very slightly do we commonly find it improved, by what is called a genteel education! I have myself, I think, seen instances of as great goodness, and as great understanding too, among the lower sort of people, as among the higher. Let us compare your serjeant now, with the lord who hath been the sub

ject of our conversation; on which side would an impartial judge decide the balance to incline?"

"How monstrous then," cries Amelia, "is the opinion of those, who consider our matching ourselves the least below us in degree, as a kind of contamination!"

"A most absurd and preposterous sentiment,” answered Mrs Bennet, warmly; "how abhorrent from justice, from common sense, and from humanity!-but how extremely incongruous with a religion which professes to know no difference of degree, but ranks all mankind on the footing of brethren! Of all kinds of pride, there is none so unchristian as that of station; in reality, there is none so contemptible. Contempt, indeed, may be said to be its own object: for my own part, I know none so despicable as those who despise others."

"I do assure you," said Amelia, "you speak my own sentiments. I give you my word, I should not be ashamed of being the wife of an honest man in any station.-Nor, if I had been much higher than I was, should I have thought myself degraded, by calling our honest serjeant my husband.

"Since you have made this declaration," cries Mrs Bennet, "I am sure you will not be offend ed at a secret I am going to mention to you."

"Indeed, my dear," answered Amelia, smiling, "I wonder rather you have concealed it so long, especially after the many hints I have given you."

"Nay, pardon me, madam," replied the other, "I do not remember any such hints; and, per haps, you do not even guess what I am going to say. My secret is this, that no woman ever had so sincere, so passionate a lover, as you have had in the serjeant."

I a lover in the serjeant! I!” cries Amelia, a little surprised.

"Have patience," answered the other :—“ I say, you, my dear. As much surprised as you appear, I tell you no more than the truth; and yet it is a truth you could hardly expect to hear from me, especially with so much good humour, since I will honestly confess to you- -But what need have I to confess what I know you guess already?—Tell me now sincerely, don't you guess?"

"I guess, indeed, and hope," said she, “ that he is your husband."

"He is, indeed, my husband," cries the other, "and I am most happy in your approbation. In honest truth, you ought to approve my choice; since you was every way the occasion of my making it. What you said of him, very greatly recommended him to my opinion, but he endeared himself to me most by what he said of you. In short, I have discovered, that he hath always loved you with such a faithful, honest, noble, generous passion, that I was consequently convinced his mind must possess all the ingredients of such a passion; and what are these but true

honour, goodness, modesty, bravery, tenderness, and, in a word, every human virtue?-Forgive me, my dear; but I was uneasy till I became myself the object of such a passion."

"And do you really think," said Amelia, smiling," that I shall forgive you robbing me of such a lover? or, supposing what you banter me with was true, do you really imagine you could change such a passion?"

"No, my dear," answered the other, "I only hope I have changed the object : for, be assured, there is no greater vulgar error than that it is impossible for a man who loves one woman ever to love another. On the contrary, it is certain, that a man who can love one woman so well at a distance, will love another better that is nearer to him. Indeed, I have heard one of the best hus· bands in the world declare, in the presence of his wife, that he had always loved a princess with adoration. These passions, which reside only in very amorous and very delicate minds, feed only on the delicacies there growing, and leave all the substantial food, and enough of the delicacy too, for the wife."

The tea being now ready, Mrs Bennet, or, if you please, for the future, Mrs Atkinson, proposed to call in her husband, but Amelia objected. She said she should be glad to see him any other time, but was then in the utmost hurry, as she had been three hours absent from all she most loved. However, she had scarce drank a dish of tea before she changed her mind, and saying, she would not part man and wife, desired Mr Atkinson might appear.

The maid answered, that her master was not at home; which words she had scaree spoken, when he knocked hastily at the door, and immediately came running into the room, all pale and breathless, and addressing himself to Amelia, cried out," I am sorry, my dear lady, to bring you ill news; but Captain Booth"- "What! what!" cries Amelia, dropping the tea-cup from her hand," is any thing the matter with him?" -"Don't be frightened, my dear lady," said the serjeant-" he is in very good health; but a misfortune hath happened."—" Are my child

ren well?" said Amelia." O, very well," answered the serjeant.-" Pray, madam, don't be frightened; I hope it will signify nothing he is arrested-but I hope to get him out of their damned hands immediately."-" Where is he?" cries Amelia, " I will go to him this instant!" -"He begs you will not," answered the serjeant. "I have sent his lawyer to him, and am going back with Mrs Ellison this moment; but I beg your ladyship, for his sake, and for your own sake, not to go." -"Mrs Ellison! what is Mrs Ellison to do?" cries Amelia. “I must and will go." Mrs Atkinson then interposed, and begged she would not hurry her spirits, but compose herself, and go home to her children, whither she would attend her. She comforted her with the thoughts, that the Captain was in no immediate danger; that she could go to him when she would, and desired her to let the serjeant return with Mrs Ellison, saying, she might be of service; and that there was much wisdom, and no kind of shame, in making use of bad people on certain occasions.

And who," cries Amelia, a little come to herself, "hath done this barbarous action?"

"One I am ashamed to name," cries the serjeant; "indeel, I had always a very different opinion of him; I could not have believed any thing but my own ears and eyes; but Dr Harrison is the man who hath done the deed."

"Dr Harrison !" cries Amelia." Well then, there is an end of all goodness in the world. I will never have a good opinion of any human being more."

The serjeant begged that he might not be detained from the Captain; and that if Amelia pleased to go home, he would wait upon her. But she did not chuse to see Mrs Ellison at this time; and after a little consideration she resolved to stay where she was, and Mrs Atkinson agreed to go and fetch her children to her, it being not many doors distant.

The serjeant then departed; Amelia, in her confusion, never having once thought of wishing him joy on his marriage.

CHAP. I.

Being the first Chapter of the Eighth Book.

THE history must now look a little backwards to those circumstances which led to the catastrophe mentioned at the end of the last Book.

When Amelia went out in the morning, she left her children to the care of her husband. In this amiable office he had been engaged near an hour, and was at that very time lying along on the floor, and his little things crawling and playing about him, when a most violent knock was heard at the door; and immediately a footman, running up stairs, acquainted him, that his lady was taken violently ill, and carried into Mrs Chenevix's toy-shop.

Booth no sooner heard this account, which was delivered with great appearance of haste and earnestness, than he leaped suddenly from the floor; and leaving his children roaring at the news of their mother's illness, in strict charge with his maid, he ran as fast as his legs could carry him to the place; or towards the place rather: for, before he arrived at the shop, a gentleman stopped him full butt, crying," Captain, whither so fast?"-Booth answered eagerly, "Whoever you are, friend, don't ask me any questions now." -" You must pardon me, Captain," answered the gentleman; " but I have a little business with your honour-In short, Captain, I have a small warrant here in my pocket against your honour, at the suit of one Dr Harrison."-" You are a bailiff then," says Booth.-"I am an officer, sir," answered the other." Well, sir, it is in vain to contend," cries Booth; "but let me beg you will permit me only to step to Mrs Chenevix's-I will attend you, upon my honour, wherever you please; but my wife lies violently ill there." -"O, for that matter," answered the bailiff, " you may set your heart at ease. Your lady, I hope, is very well. I assure you, she is not there; you will excuse me, Captain, these are only stratagems of war. Bolus and virtus, quis in a hostess equirit ?"-" Sir, I honour your learning," cries Booth, "and could almost kiss you for what you tell me. I assure you, I would forgive you five hundred arrests for such a piece of news. Well, sir, and whither am I to go with you?""O, any where; where your honour pleases,"

eries the bailiff." Then suppose we go to Brown's coffee-house," said the prisoner.-"No," answered the bailiff," that will not do; that's in the verge of the court."- Why then to the nearest tavern," said Booth.-" No, not to a tavern," cries the other, "that is not a place of security; and you know, Captain, your honour is a shy cock; I have been after your honour these three months-Come, sir, you must go to my house, if you please."-"With all my heart," answered Booth, "if it be any where hereabouts." -"O it is but a little ways off," replied the bailiff; "it is only in Gray's-Inn-Lane, just by almost." He then called a coach, and desired his prisoner to walk in.

Booth entered the coach without any resistance, which had he been inclined to make, he must have plainly perceived would have been ineffectual, as the bailiff appeared to have several followers at hand, two of whom, beside the commander in chief, mounted with him into the coach. As Booth was a sweet-tempered man, as well as somewhat of a philosopher, he behaved with all the good humour imaginable, and, indeed, with more than his companions; who, however, shewed him what they call civility; that is, they neither struck him nor spit in his face.

Notwithstanding the pleasantry which Booth endeavoured to preserve, he, in reality, envied every labourer whom he saw pass by him in his way. The charms of liberty against his will rushed on his mind; and he could not avoid suggesting to himself, how much more happy was the poorest wretch, who without controul could repair to his homely habitation and to his family, compared to him, who was thus violently, and yet lawfully, torn away from the company of his wife and children. And their condition, especially that of his Amelia, gave his heart many a severe and bitter pang.

At length he arrived at the bailiff's mansion, and was ushered into a room, in which were several persons. Booth desired to be alone; upon which the bailiff waited on him up stairs, into an apartment, the windows of which were well fortified with iron-bars; but the walls had not the least outwork raised before them; they were, indeed, what is generaly called naked, the bricks having been only covered with a thin plaister, which, in many places, was mouldered away.

The first demand made upon Booth was for coach-hire, which amounted to two shillings, according to the bailiff's account; that being just double the legal fare. He was then asked if he did not chuse a bowl of punch; to which he having answered in the negative, the bailiff replied, "Nay, sir, just as you please. I don't ask you to drink, if you don't chuse it; but certainly you know the custom; the house is full of prisoners, and I can't afford gentlemen a room to themselves for nothing."

Booth presently took this hint, indeed it was a pretty broad one, and told the bailiff, he should not scruple to pay him his price; but, in fact, he never drank unless at his meals.-"As to that, sir," cries the bailiff, "it is just as your honour pleases. I scorn to impose upon any gentleman in misfortunes: I wish you well out of them for my part. Your honour can take nothing amiss of me, I only does my duty, what I am bound to do; and as you says you don't care to drink any thing, what will you be pleased to have for dinner?"

Booth then complied in bespeaking a dish of meat, and told the bailiff, he would drink a bottle with him after dinner. He then desired the favour of pen, ink, and paper, and a messenger; all which were immediately procured him, the bailiff telling him he might send wherever he pleased, and repeating his concern for Booth's misfortunes, and a hearty desire to see the end of them.

The messenger was just dispatched with the letter, when, who should arrive but honest Atkinson? A soldier of the guards, belonging to the same company with the serjeant, and who had known Booth at Gibraltar, had seen the arrest, and heard the orders given to the coachman. This fellow accidentally meeting Atkinson, had acquainted him with the whole affair.

At the appearance of Atkinson, joy immediately overspread the countenance of Booth. The ceremonials which passed between them are unnecessary to be repeated. Atkinson was soon dispatched to the attorney, and to Mrs Ellison, as the reader hath before heard from his own mouth.

Booth now greatly lamented that he had writ to his wife. He thought she might have been acquainted with the affair better by the serjeant. Booth begged him, however, to do every thing in his power to comfort her, to assure her that he was in perfect health and good-spirits, and to lessen as much as possible the concern which he knew she would have at reading his letter.

The serjeant, however, as the reader hath seen, brought himself the first account of the arrest. Indeed, the other messenger did not arrive till a full hour afterwards. This was not owing to any slowness of his, but to many previous errands which he was to execute before the delivery of the letter: for, notwithstanding the earnest desire which the bailiff had declared to see

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Booth out of his troubles, he had ordered the porter, who was his follower, to call upon two or three other bailiffs, and as many attornies, to try to load his prisoner with as many actions as possible.

Here the reader may be apt to conclude that: the bailiff, instead of being a friend, was really, an enemy to poor Booth; but in fact, he was not so. His desire was no more than to accumulate bail-bonds; for the bailiff was reckoned an honest and good sort of man in his way, and had no more malice against the bodies in his custody, than a butcher hath to those in his : and as the latter, when he takes his knife in hand, hath no idea but of the joints into which he is to cut the carcase; so the former, when he handles his writ, hath no other design but to cut out the body into as many bail-bonds as possible. As to the life of the animal, or the liberty of the man, they are thoughts which never obtrude themselves on either.

CHAP. II.

Containing an account of Mr Booth's fellowsufferers.

BEFORE We return to Amelia, we must detain our reader a little longer with Mr Booth, in the custody of Mr Bondum the bailiff, who now informed his prisoner, that he was welcome to the liberty of the house with the other gentlemen.

Booth asked who those gentlemen were. "One of them, sir," says Mr Bondum, “is a very great writer or author, as they call him. He hath been here these five weeks, at the suit of a bookşeller, for eleven pound odd money: but he expects to be discharged in a day or two, for he hath writ out the debt. He is now writing for five or six booksellers, and he will get you sometimes, when he sits to it, a matter of fifteen shillings a-day: for he is a very good pen, they say; but is apt to be idle. Some days he won't write above five hours; but at other times I have known him at it above sixteen."-" Ay!" cries Booth; " pray, what are his productions?What doth he write?"-" Why, sometimes,' answered Bondum," he writes your history books for your numbers, and sometimes your verses, your poems, what do you call them ? and then again he writes news for your newspapers."

"Ay, indeed! he is a most extraordinary man truly.-How doth he get his news here?”— "Why, he makes it, as he doth your parliament speeches for your magazines. He reads them to us sometimes over a bowl of punch.—To be sure, it is all one as if one was in the parliament-house

it is about liberty and freedom, and about the constitution of England. I say nothing for my part; for I will keep my neck out of a halter; but, faith, he makes it out plainly to me, that all matters are not as they should be. I am all for

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