At length, partly by the persuasions of Mrs Atkinson, partly from consideration of her little ones, and more, perhaps, from the relief which she had acquired by her tears, Amelia became a little composed. Nothing worth notice past in this miserable company from this time till the return of Mrs Ellison from the bailiff's house; and to draw out scenes of wretchedness to too great a length, is a task very uneasy to the writer, and for which none but readers of a most gloomy complexion will think themselves ever obliged to his labours. At length Mrs Ellison arrived, and entered the room with an air of gaiety, rather misbecoming the occasion. When she had seated herself in a chair, she told Amelia that the Captain was very well, and in good spirits; and that he earnestly desired her to keep up hers. "Come, madam," said she, "don't be disconsolate; I hope we shall soon be able to get him out of his troubles. The debts, indeed, amount to more than I expected; however, ways may be found to redeem him. He must own himself guilty of some rashness in going out of the verge, when he knew to what he was liable; but that is not now to be remedied. If he had followed my advice this had not happened; but men will be headstrong." "I cannot bear this," cries Amelia; "shall I hear that best of creatures blamed for his tenderness to me?" Well, I will not blame him," answered Mrs Ellison, 66 I am sure I propose nothing but to serve him and if you will do as much to serve him yourself, he will not long be a prisoner." "I do!" cries Amelia; "Oh Heavens! is there a thing upon earth" "Yes, there is a thing upon earth," said Mrs Ellison," and a very easy thing too. And yet I will venture my life, you start when I propose it. And yet when I consider that you are a woman of understanding, I know not why I should think so; for sure you must have too much good sense to imagine that you can cry your husband out of prison. If this would have done, I see you have almost cried your eyes out already. And yet you may do the business by a much pleasanter way than by crying and bawling." "What do you mean, madam?” cries Amelia." For my part, I cannot guess your meaning." "Before I tell you then, madam," answered Mrs Ellison, "I must inform you, if you do not already know it, that the Captain is charged with actions to the amount of near five hundred pound. I am sure I would willingly be his bail; but I know my bail would not be taken for that sum. You must consider, therefore, madam, what chance you have of redeeming him; unless you chuse, as perhaps some wives would, that he should lie all his life in prison." At these words, Amelia discharged a shower of tears, and gave every mark of the most frantic grief. "Why, there now," cries Mrs Ellison," while you will indulge these extravagant passions, how can you be capable of listening to the voice of reason? I know I am a fool in concerning myself thus with the affairs of others. I know the thankless office I undertake; and yet I love you so, my dear Mrs Booth, that I cannot bear to see you afflicted, and I would comfort you, if you would suffer me. Let me beg you to make your mind easy, and within these two days, I will engage to set your husband at liberty. Harkee, child, only behave like a woman of spirit this evening, and keep your appointment, notwithstanding what hath happened; and I am convinced there is one, who hath the power and the will to serve you." Mrs Ellison spoke the latter part of her speech in a whisper; so that Mrs Atkinson, who was then engaged with the children, might not hear her; but Amelia answered aloud, and said, "What appointment would you have me keep this evening?" "Nay, nay, if you have forgot," cries Mrs Ellison, "I will tell you more another time; but come, will you go home? my dinner is ready by this time, and you shall dine with me." "Talk not to me of dinners," cries Amelia. My stomach is too full already." Nay, but, dear madam," answered Mrs Ellison, "let me beseech you to go home with me. I do not care," says she, whispering, "to speak before some folks." "I have no secret, madam, in the world," replied Amelia aloud," which I would not communicate to this lady; for I shall always acknowledge the highest obligations to her for the secrets she hath imparted to me.' 66 Madam," said Mrs Ellison, " I do not interfere with obligations; I am glad the lady hath obliged you so much; and I wish all people were equally mindful of obligations. I hope I have omitted no opportunity of endeavouring to oblige Mrs Booth, as well as I have some other folks.' 66 If by other folks, madam, you mean me," cries Mrs Atkinson, "I confess, I sincerely believe you intended the same obligation to us both; and I have the pleasure to think it is owing to me, that this lady is not as much obliged to you as I am." "I protest, madam, I can hardly guess your meaning," said Mrs Ellison. "Do you really intend to affront me, madam ?" "I intend to preserve innocence and virtue, if it be in my power, madam," answered the other. "And sure nothing but the most eager resolution to destroy it, could induce you to mention such an appointment at such a time." "I did not expect this treatment from you, madam," cries Mrs Ellison; "such ingratitude I could not have believed, had it been reported to me by any other.” "Such impudence," answered Mrs Atkinson, "must exceed, I think, all belief; but when women once abandon that modesty, which is the characteristic of their sex, they seldom set any bounds to their assurance." "I could not have believed this to have been in human nature," cries Mrs Ellison. "Is this the woman whom I have fed, have clothed, have supported? who owes to my charity, and my intercessions, that she is not at this day destitute of all the necessaries of life!" "I own it all," answered Mrs Atkinson; " and I add the favour of a masquerade-ticket to the number. Could I have thought, madam, that you would, before my face, have asked another lady to go to the same place with the same man!-But I ask your pardon, I impute rather more assurance to you than you are mistress of. You have endeavoured to keep the assignation a secret from me; and it was by mere accident only that I discovered it; unless there are some guardian angels, that in general protect innocence and virtue, though I may say I have not always found them so watchful.” "Indeed, madam," said Mrs Ellison, "you are not worth my answer, nor will I stay a moment longer with such a person.-So, Mrs Booth, you have your choice, madam, whether you will go with me, or remain in the company of this lady." "If so, madam," answered Mrs Booth, "I shall not be long in determining to stay where I am." Mrs Ellison then, casting a look of great indignation at both the ladies, made a short speech full of invectives against Mrs Atkinson, and not without oblique hints of ingratitude against poor Amelia; after which, she burst out of the room, and out of the house; and made haste to her own home, in a condition of mind, to which for tune, without guilt, cannot, I believe, reduce any one. Indeed, how much the superiority of misery is on the side of wickedness, may appear to every reader who will compare the present situation of Amelia with that of Mrs Ellison. Fortune had attacked the former with almost the highest degree of her malice. She was involved in a scene of the most exquisite distress; and her husband, her principal comfort, torn violently from her arms; yet her sorrow, however exquisite, was all soft and tender, nor was she without many consolations. Her case, however hard, was not absolutely desperate: for scarce any condition of fortune can be so. Art and industry, chance and friends, have often relieved the most distressed circumstances, and converted them into opulence. In all these she had hopes on this side the grave, and perfect virtue and innocence gave her the strongest assurances on the other. Whereas, in the bosom of Mrs Ellison all was storm and tempest; anger, revenge, fear, and pride, like so many raging furies, possessed her mind, and tortured her with disappointment and shame. Loss of reputation, which is generally irreparable, was to be her lot; loss of friends is of this the certain consequence; all on this side the grave appeared dreary and comfortless; and endless misery on the other, closed the gloomy prospect. Hence, my worthy reader, console thyself, that, however few of the other good things of life are thy lot, the best of all things, which is innocence, is always within thy own power; and though Fortune may make thee often unhappy, she can never make thee completely and irreparably miserable without thy own consent. CHAP. IV. Containing, among many matters, the exemplary behaviour of Colonel James. WHEN Mrs Ellison was departed, Mrs Atkinson began to apply all her art to sooth and comfort Amelia; but was presently prevented by her: "I am ashamed, dear madam,” said Amelia, " of having indulged my affliction so much at your expence. The suddenness of the occasion is my only excuse; for had I had time to summon my resolution to my assistance, I hope I am mistress of more patience than you have hitherto seen me exert. I know, madam, in my unwarrantable excesses, I have been guilty of many transgressions. First, against that divine will and pleasure, without whose permission, at least, no human accident can happen; in the next place, madam, if any thing can aggravate such a fault, I have transgressed the laws of friendship, as well as decency, in throwing upon you some part of the load of my grief; and again, I have sinned against common sense, which should teach me, instead of weakly and heavily lamenting my misfortunes, to rouse all my spirits to remove them. In this light, I am shocked at my own folly, and am resolved to leave my children under your care, and go directly to my husband. I may comfort him. I may assist him. I may relieve him. There is nothing now too difficult for me to undertake." Mrs Atkinson greatly approved and complimented her friend on all the former part of her speech, except what related to herself, on which she spoke very civilly, and I believe with great truth; but as to her determination of going to her husband, she endeavoured to dissuade her, at least she begged her to defer it for the present, and till the serjeant returned home. She then reminded Amelia that it was now past five in the afternoon, and that she had not taken any refreshment but a dish of tea the whole day, and desired she would give her leave to procure her a chick, or any thing she liked better, for her dinner. Amelia thanked her friend, and said, she would sit down with her to whatever she pleased; but, if I do not eat," said she, "I would not have you impute it to any thing but want of appetite: for I assure you, all things are equally indifferent to me. I am more solicitous about these poor little things, who have not been used to fast so long. Heaven knows what may hereafter be their fate!" Mrs Atkinson bid her hope the best, and then recommended the children to the care of her maid. And now arrived a servant from Mrs James, with an invitation to Captain Booth and his lady, to dine with the Colonel the day after the next. This a little perplexed Amelia ; but after a short consideration she dispatched an answer to Mrs James, in which she concisely informed her of what had happened. The honest serjeant, who had been on his legs almost the whole day, now returned, and brought Amelia a short letter from her husband; in which he gave her the most solemn assurances of his health and spirits, and begged her, with great earnestness, to take care to preserve her own; which if she did, he said he had no doubt but that they should shortly be happy. He added something of hopes from my lord, with which Mrs Ellison had amused him; and which served only to destroy the comfort that Amelia received from the rest of his letter. Whilst Amelia, the serjeant, and his lady, were engaged in a cold collation, for which purpose a cold chick was procured from the tavern for the ladies, and two pound of cold beef for the serjeant, a violent knocking was heard at the door, and presently after Colonel James entered the room. After proper compliments had past, the Colonel told Amelia, that her letter was brought to Mrs James while they were at table, and that on her shewing it him, he had immediately rose up, made an apology to his company, and took a chair to her. He spoke to her with great tenderness on the occasion, and desired her to make herself easy; assuring her, that he would leave nothing in his power undone to serve her husband. He then gave her an invitation, in his wife's name, to his own house, in the most pressing manner. Amelia returned him very hearty thanks for all his kind offers; but begged to decline that of an apartment in his house. She said, as she could not leave her children, so neither could she think of bringing such a trouble with her into his family; and though the Colonel gave her many assurances that her children, as well as herself, would be very welcome to Mrs James, and even betook himself to entreaties, she still persisted obstinately in her refusal. In real truth, Amelia had taken a vast affection for Mrs Atkinson, of the comfort of whose company she could not bear to be deprived in her distress; nor to exchange it for that of Mrs James, to whom she had lately conceived no little dislike. The Colonel, when he found he could not pre vail with Amelia to accept his invitation, desisted from any further solicitations. He then took a bank-bill of fifty pounds from his pocket-book, and said-" You will pardon me, dear madam, if I chuse to impute your refusal of my house, rather to a dislike of my wife, who I will not pretend to be the most agreeable of women, (all men," said he, sighing, "have not Captain Booth's fortune,) than to any aversion or anger to me. I must insist upon it, therefore, to make your present habitation as easy to you as possible.-I hope, madam, you will not deny me this happiness; I beg you will honour me with the acceptance of this trifle." He then put the note into her hand, and declared that the honour of touching it was worth an hundred times that sum. "I protest, Colonel James," cried Amelia, blushing, "I know not what to do or say, your goodness so greatly confounds me. Can I, who am so well acquainted with the many great obligations Mr Booth already hath to your generosity, consent that you should add more to a debt we never can pay The Colonel stopped her short, protesting that she misplaced the obligation; for that, if to confer the highest happiness was to oblige, he was obliged to her acceptance. "And I do assure you, madam," said he, if this trifling sum, or a much larger, can contribute to your ease, I shall consider myself as the happiest man upon earth, in being able to supply it; and you, madam, my greatest benefactor in receiving it.' " Amelia then put the note in her pocket; and they entered into a conversation, in which many civil things were said on both sides; but what was chiefly worth remark was, that Amelia had almost her husband constantly in her mouth, and the Colonel never mentioned him; the former seemed desirous to lay all obligations, as much as possible, to the account of her husband; and the latter endeavoured with the utmost delicacy to insinuate that her happiness was the main, and indeed only point which he had in view. Amelia had made no doubt, at the Colonel's first appearance, but that he intended to go directly to her husband. When he dropped therefore a hint of his intention to visit him the next morning, she appeared visibly shocked at the delay. The Colonel perceiving this, said, "However inconvenient it may be, yet, madam, if it will oblige you, or if you desire it, I will even go to-night." Amelia answered, "My husband would be far from desiring to derive any good from your inconvenience; but if you put it to me, I must be excused for saying, I desire nothing more in the world than to send him so great a comfort as I know he will receive from the presence of such a friend."-" Then to shew you, madam," cries the Colonel," that I desire nothing more in the world than to give you pleasure, I will go to him immediately." Amelia then bethought herself of the serjeant, and told the Colonel, his old acquaintance Atkinson, whom he had known at Gibraltar, was then in the house, and would conduct him to the place. The serjeant was immediately called in, paid his respects to the Colonel, and was acknowledged by him. They both immediately set forward, Amelia, to the utmost of her power, pressing their departure. Mrs Atkinson now returned to Amelia, and was by her acquainted with the Colonel's late generosity; for her heart so boiled over with gratitude, that she could not conceal the ebullition. Amelia likewise gave her friend a full narrative of the Colonel's former behaviour and friendship to her husband, as well abroad as in England; and ended with declaring, that she believed him to be the most generous man upon earth. Mrs Atkinson agreed with Amelia's conclusion, and said she was glad to hear there was any such man. They then proceeded with the children to the tea-table, where panegyric, and not scandal, was the topic of their conversation; and of this panegyric the Colonel was the subject; both the ladies seeming to vie with each other in celebrating the praises of his goodness. CHAP. V. Comments upon Authors. HAVING left Amelia in as comfortable a situation as could possibly be expected, her immediate distresses relieved, and her heart filled with great hopes from the friendship of the Colonel, we will now return to Booth, who, when the attorney and serjeant had left him, received a visit from that great author, of whom honourable mention is made in our second chapter. Booth, as the reader may be pleased to remember, was a pretty good master of the classics; for his father, though he designed his son for the army, did not think it necessary to breed him up a blockhead. He did not, perhaps, imagine that a competent share of Latin and Greek would make his son either a pedant or a coward. He considered likewise, probably, that the life of a soldier is in general a life of idleness; and might think that the spare hours of an officer in country quarters would be as well employed with a book, as in sauntering about the streets, loitering in a coffee-house, sotting in a tavern, or in laying schemes to debauch and ruin a set of harmless ignorant country girls. As Booth was therefore what might well be called, in this age at least, a man of learning, he began to discourse our author on subjects of literature. "I think, sir," says he, "that Dr Swift hath been generally allowed, by the critics in this kingdom, to be the greatest master of humour that ever wrote. Indeed, I allow him to have possessed most admirable talents of this "Oh thou, whatever title please thine ear, "You are right, sir," said Booth; "but though I should agree that the Doctor hath sometimes condescended to imitate Rabelais, I do not remember to have seen in his works the least attempt in the manner of Cervantes. But there is one in his own way, and whom I am convinced he studied above all others.-You guess, I believe, I am going to name Lucian. This author, I say, I am convinced he followed; but I think he followed him at a distance; as, to say the truth, every other writer of this kind hath done, in my opinion; for none, I think, hath yet equalled him. I agree, indeed, entirely with Mr Moyle, in his discourse on the age of the Philopatris, when he gives him the epithet of the incomparable Lucian; and incomparable, I believe, he will remain as long as the language in which he wrote shall endure. What an inimitable piece of humour is his Cock !”—“I remember it very well," cries the author, "his story of a Cock and a Bull is excellent."-Booth stared at this, and asked the author what he meant by the Bull ?" Nay," answered he, “I don't know very well, upon my soul. It is a long time since I read him. I learnt him all over at school, I have not read him much since. And pray, sir," said he, "how do you like his Pharsalia? don't you think Mr Rowe's translation a very fine one?" Booth replied, "I believe we are talking of different authors. The Pharsalia which Mr Rowe translated, was written by Lucan; but I have been speaking of Lucian, a Greek writer, and, in my opinion, the greatest in the humorous way that ever the world produced."—" Ay!" cries the author, "he was indeed so, a very excellent writer indeed. I fancy a translation of him would sell very well."-"I do not know, indeed," cries Booth. "A good translation of him would be a valuable book. I have seen a wretched one published by Mr Dryden, but translated by others, who, in many places, have misunderstood Lucian's meaning, and have no where preserved the spirit of the original.”— "That is great pity," says the author. "Pray, sir, is he well translated into French?” Booth answered, he could not tell, but that he doubted it very much, having never seen a good version in that language out of the Greek. "To confess the truth, I believe," said he, "the French translators have generally consulted the Latin only, which, in some of the few Greek writers I have read, is intolerably bad. And as the English translators, for the most part, pursue the French, we may easily guess what spirit those copies of bad copies must preserve of the original.' Egad, you are a shrewd guesser," cries the author. "I am glad the booksellers have not your sagacity. But how should it be otherwise, considering the price they pay by the sheet? The Greek, you will allow, is a hard language; and there are few gentlemen that write who can read it without a good lexicon. Now, sir, if we were to afford time to find out the true meaning of words, a gentleman would not get bread and cheese by his work. If one was to be paid, indeed, as Mr Pope was for his Homer.-Pray, sir, don't you think that the best translation in the world?" "Indeed, sir," cries Booth, "I think, though it is certainly a noble paraphrase, and of itself a fine poem, yet, in some places, it is no translation at all. In the very beginning, for instance, he hath not rendered the true force of the author. Homer invokes his muse in the first five lines of the Iliad, and at the end of the fifth he gives his reason; · Διὸς δὲ ἐτελείετο βελή. For all these things," said he, "were brought about by the decree of Jupiter; and therefore he supposes their true sources are known only to the deities. Now, the translation takes no more notice of the AE, than if no such word had been there." "Very possibly," answered the author; "it is a long time since I read the original. Perhaps, then, he followed the French translations. I observe, indeed, he talks much in the notes of Madam Dacier and Monsieur Eustathius." Booth had now received conviction enough of his friend's knowledge of the Greek language; without attempting, therefore, to set him right, he made a sudden transition to the Latin. "Pray, sir," said he," as you have mentioned Rowe's translation of the Pharsalia, do you remember how he hath rendered that passage in the character of Cato? . "Venerisque huic maximus usus Progenies; urbi pater est, urbique maritus.' For I apprehend that passage is generally misunderstood." "I really do not remember," answered the author.-"Pray, sir, what do you take to be the meaning?" "I apprehend, sir,” replied Booth, "that by these words, Urbi pater est, urbique maritus, Cato is represented as the father and husband to the city of Rome." "Very true, sir," cries the author; "very fine, indeed.-Not only the father of his country, but the husband too; very noble, truly!" "Pardon me, sir," cries Booth, "I do not conceive that to have been Lucan's meaning. If you please to observe the context; Lucan having commended the temperance of Cato in the instances of diet and clothes, proceeds to venereal pleasures, of which, says the poet, his principal use was procreation; then he adds, Urbi pater est, urbique maritus; that he became a father and a husband for the sake only of the city." 66 Upon my word, that's true," cries the author; "I did not think of it. It is much finer than the other.-Urbis pater est—what is the other?-ay-Urbis maritus.—It is certainly as you say, sir." Booth was, by this, pretty well satisfied of the author's profound learning; however, he was willing to try him a little further. He asked him, therefore, what was his opinion of Lucan in general, and in what class of writers he ranked him? The author stared a little at this question, and, after some hesitation, answered, "Certainly, sir, I think he is a fine writer, and a very great poet." "I am very much of the same opinion," cries Booth; "but where do you class him? next to what poet do you place him?” "Let me see," cries the author, "where do I class him? next to whom do I place him?-Ay!-why!-why, pray, where do you yourself place him?" "Why, surely," cries Booth, "if he is not to be placed in the first rank, with Homer, and Virgil, and Milton,—I think clearly, he is at the head of the second, before either Statius or Silius Italicus; though I allow to each of these their merits:-but, perhaps, an epic poem was beyond the genius of either. I own I have often thought, if Statius had ventured no farther than Ovid or Claudian, he would have succeeded better: for his Sylve are, in my opinion, much better than his Thebais." "I believe I was of the same opinion formerly," said the author. "And for what reason have you altered it?' cries Booth. "I have not altered it," answered the author; "but, to tell you the truth, I have not any opinion at all about these matters at present. I do not trouble my head much with poetry; for there is no encouragement to such studies in this age. It is true, indeed, I have now and then wrote a poem or two for the Magazines, but I never intend to write any more; for a gentleman is not paid for his time. A sheet is a sheet with the booksellers; and whether it be in prose or verse they make no difference, though certainly there is as much difference to a gentleman in the work, as there is to a tailor between making a plain and a laced suit. Rhimes are difficult things; they are stubborn things, sir. I have been sometimes longer in tagging a couplet than |