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Bank-bill; and when these were rejected with disdain, he collected courage enough once more to mention a return to Mr. Allworthy,
• Partridge,' cries Jones, you cannot see my fortune in a more desperate light than I see it myself; and I begin heartily to repent that I ' suttered you to leave a place, where you was set
tled, and to follow me. However, I insist now 'on your returning home; and for the expense "and trouble which you have so kindly put your'self to on my account, all the clothes I left be' hind in your care, I desire you would take as your own. I am sorry I can make you no other acknowledgement.'
He spoke these words with so pathetic an accent, that Partridge, among whose vices ill-nature or hardness of heart were not numbered, burst into tears; and after swearing he would not quit him in his distress, he began with the most earnest entreaties to urge his return home. For heaven's 'sake, Sir,' says he, ‘do but consider; what can
your honour do? How is it possible you can live in this town without money? Do what you will, 'Sir, or go wherever you please, I am resolved not
to desert you.—But, pray, Sir, consider, do pray, Sir, for your own sake, take it into your consideration : and I'm sure,' says he, that your own good sense will bid you return home,
How often shall I tell thee,' answered Jones, " that I have no home to return to? Had I
any hopes that Mr. Allworthy's doors would be open * to receive me, I want no distress to urge me:
nay, there is no other cause upon earth, which could detain me a moment from flying to his
presence; but, alas ! that I am for ever banished • from. His last words were,-O Partridge, they
still ring in my ears---His last words were, when ' he gave me a sum of money, what it was I know ' not, but considerable I'm sure it was--His last 'words were-- "I am resolved from this day for
“ward, on no account, to converse with you
Here passion stopt the mouth of Jones, as surprise, for a moment, did that of Partridge: but he soon recovered the use of speech, and after a short preface, in which he declared he had no inquisitiveness in his temper, inquired, what Jones meant by a considerable sum; he knew not how much; and what was become of the money.
In both these points he now received full satisfaction; on which he was proceeding to comment, when he was interrupted by a message from Mr. Nightingale, who desired his master's company iņ his apartment.
When the two gentlemen were both attired for the masquerade, and Mr. Nightingale had given orders for chairs to be sent for, a circumstance of distress occurred to Jones, which will appear very ridiculous to many of my readers. This was how to procure a shilling; but if such readers will reflect a little on what they have themselves felt from
a the want of a thousand pound, or, perhaps, of ten or twenty, to execute a favorite scheme, they will have a perfect idea of what Mr. Jones felt on this occasion. For this sum, therefore, he applied to Partridge, which was the first he had permitted him to advance, and was the last he intended that poor fellow should advance in his service. To say the truth, Partridge had lately made no offer of this kind; whether it was that he desired to see the Bank-bill broke in upon, or that distress should prevail on Jones to return home, or from what other motive it proceeded, I will not deter, mine.
Containing the whole Humours of a Masquerade. Our Cavaliers now arrived at that temple,
, where Heydegger, the great Arbiter Deliciarum, the great high-priest of pleasure, presides; and, like other heathen priests, imposes on his votaries by the pretended presence of the deity, when in reality no such deity is there.
Mr. Nightingale having taken a turn or two with his companion, soon left him, and walked off with a female, saying, "Now you are here, Sir, you must beat about for your own game.?
Jones began to entertain strong hopes that his Sophia was present; and these hopes gave him more spirits than the lights, the inusic, and the company; though these are pretty strong antidotes against the spleen. He now accosted every woman he saw, whose stature, shape, or air, bore any resemblence to his angel. To all of whom he endeavoured to say something smart, in order to engage an answer, by which he might discover that voice which he thought it impossible he should mistake. Some of these answered by a question, in a squeaking voice, Do you know me ? Much the greater number said, I don't know.you, Sir, and nothing more. Some called him an impertinent fellow; some made him no answer at all; some said, Indeed I don't know your voice, and I shall have nothing to say to you; and many gaye him as kind answers as he could wish, but not in the voice he desired to hear.
Whilst he was talking with one of these last (who was in the habit of a shepherdess) a lady in à Domino came up to him, and slapping him on the shoulder, whispered him, at the same time, in the ear, ‘If you talk any longer with that trollop, I will acquaint Miss Western,’
Jones no sooner heard that name, than, immediately quitting his former companion, he applied to the Domino, begging and entreating her to shew him the lady she had mentioned, if she was then in the room.
The Mask walked hastily to the upper end of the innermost apartment before she spoke ; and then, instead of answering him, sat down, and declared she was tired. Jones sat down by her, and still persisted in his entreaties; at last the lady coldly answered, “I imagined Mr. Jones had been
a more discerning lover, than to suffer any dis* guise to conceal his mistress from him.' • Ís sủe
here, then, Madam?' replied Jones, with some vehemence. Upon which the lady cried, - Hush,
Sir, you will be observed. - I promise you, upon 'my honour, Miss Western is not here."
Jones now taking the Mask by the hand, fell to entreating her in the most earnest manner, to acquaint him where he might find Sophia: and when he could obtain no direct answer, he began to upbraid her gently for having disappointed him the day before; and concluded, saying, “Indeed,
my good Fairy Queen, I know your Majesty very . well, notwithstanding the affected disguise of
your voice. Indeed, Mrs. Fitzpatrick, it is a • little cruel to divert yourself at the expense of my torments.'
The Mask answered, "Though you have so ingeniously discovered me, I must still speak in the same voice, lest I should be known by others. * And do you think, good Sir, that I have no greater regard for my cousin, than to assist in carrying on an affair between you two, which must end in her ruin, as well as your own. Besides, I promise you, my cousin is not mad enough to consent to her own destruction, if you are so much her enemy as to tempt her to it.'
Alas, Madam!' said Jones, 'you little know my ' heart, when you call me an enemy of Sophia. '
And yet to ruin any one, cries the other, ‘you I will allow, is the act of an enemy; and when by ! the same act you must knowingly and certainly • bring ruin on yourself, is it not folly or madness,
as well as guilt? Now, Sir, my cousin hath very • little more than her father will please to give her;
very little for one of her fashion,-you know I him, and you know your own situation.'
Jones vowed he had no such design on Sophia, That he would rather suffer the most violent of
deaths than sacrifice her interest to his desires.' Ile said, he knew how unworthy he was of her, ! every way ; that he had long ago resolved to quit all such aspiring thoughts, but that some * strange accidents had made him desirous to see ' her once more, when he promised he would take
leave of her for ever No, Madam,' concluded he, “my love is not of that base kind which seeks its own satisfaction, at the expense of what is ? most dear to its object. I would sacrifice every * thing to the possession of my Sophia, but Sophia • herself.'
Though the reader may have already conceived no very sublime idea of the virtue of the lady in the mask; and though possibly she may hereafter appear not to deserve one of the first characters of her sex; yet, it is certain, these generous sentiments made a strong impression upon her, and greatly added to the affection she had before conceived for our young hero.
The lady now, after silence of a few moments, said, “She did not see his pretensions to Sophia so * much in the light of presumption, as of impru. dence. Young fellow's,' says she, 'can never . have too aspiring thoughts. I love ambition in a young man, and I would have you cultivate it
as much as possible. Perhaps you may succeed * with those who are infinitely superior in fortune; nay, I am convinced there are women, but
! don't you think me a strange creature, Mr. Jones,