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mined to keep her in that ignorance, though at the expense of a little fibbing
Jones had not been long gone, before lady Bellaston cried, Upon my word, a good pretty 'young fellow; I wonder who he is; for I don't remember ever to have seen his face before.'
• Nor I neither, Madam,'cries Sophia. 'I must say he behaved very handsomely in relation to
Yes; and he is a very handsome fellow,' said the lady: “don't you think so ?'
' ' I did not take much notice of him,' answered Sophia, but I thought he seemed rather aukward, ‘and ungenteel than otherwise.'
* You are extremely right,' cries lady Bellaston: you may see, by his manner, that he hath not kept good company. Nay, notwithstanding his ' returning your note, and refusing the reward, I ' almost question whether he is a gentleman. 'I have always observed there is a something in persons well-born, which others can never acquire. I think I will give orders not to be at home to him.'
Nay, sure, Madam,' answered Sophia,“ ' can't suspect after what he hath done ;-besides, if your lady ship observed him, there was an elegance in his discourse, a delicacy, a prettiness of expression that, that -
* I confess,' said lady Bellaston, “the fellow hath • words------And indeed, Sophia, you must forgive me, indeed you must.'
. 'I forgive your ladyship!' said Sophia.
“Yes, indeed you must,' answered she, laughing; ' for I had a horrible suspicion when I first came • into the room-I vow you must forgive it; but ' I suspected it was Jr. Jones himselt.
• Did your ladyship indeed ?' cries Sophia, blushing, and attecting a laugh. Yes, I vow I did,' answered she. I can't ima
I *gine what put it into my head: for, give the fel
' low his due, he was genteelly drest; which, I ' think, dear Sophy, is not commonly the case with This raillery,' cries Sophia, is a little cruel,
' lady Bellaston, after my promise to your lady‘ship.'
• Not at all, child,' said the lady;-- It would have been cruel before; but after you promised 'me never to marry without your father's consent, 'in which you know is implied your giving up Jones, sure you can bear a little raillery on a passion which was pardonable enough in a young girl in the country, and of which you tell me 'you have so entirely got the better. "What must ' I think, my dear Sophy, if you cannot bear a ' little ridicule even on his dress? I shall begin to ' fear you are very far gone indeed; and almost
question whether you have dealt ingenuously with me.'
• Indeed, Madam,' cries Sophia, 'your ladyship mistakes me, if you imagine I had any concern
, ' on his account.'
On his account !' answered the lady: You 'must have mistaken me; I went no farther than his dress; -for I would not injure your taste
by any other comparison-I don't imagine, my · dear Sophy, if your Mr. Jones had been such a • fellow as this
'I thought,' says Sophia, 'your ladyship had allowed him to be handsome.
Whom, pray?' cried the lady, hastily. 'Mr. Jones, 'answered Sophia ;--and immediately recollecting herself, 'Mr. Jones!
-no, no; I ask your pardon ;-I mean the gentleman who was 'just now here. O Sophy! Sophy!' cries the lady; this Mr.
( 'Jones, I am afraid, still runs in your head.'
• Then upon my honour, Madam,' said Sophia, * Mr. Jones is as entirely indifferent to me, as the gentleman who just now left us.'
* Upon my honour,' said lady Bellaston, 'I be* lieve it. Forgive me, therefore, a little innocent raillery; but I promise you I will never mention his name any more.'
And now the two ladies separated, infinitely more to the delight of Sophia than of lady Bellaston, who would willingly have tormented her rival a little longer, had not business of more im . portance called her away. As for Sophia, her mind was not perfectly easy under this first practice of deceit: upon which, when she retired to her chamber, she reflected with the highest uncasiness and conscious shame. Nor could the peculiar hardship of her situation, and the necessity of the case, at all reconcile her mind to her conduct; for the frame of her mind was too delicate to bear the thought of having been guilty of a falsehood, however qualified by circumstances. Nor did this thought once suffer her to close her eyes during the whole succeeding night.
Containing Two Days.
An Essay to prove that an Author will write the
better for having some Knowledge of the Subject
on which he writes. As several gentlemen in these times, by the wonderful force of genius only, without the least assistance of learning, perhaps, without being well able to read, have made a considerable figure in the republic of letters; the modern critics, I am told, have lately begun to assert, that all kind of learning is entirely useless to a writer; and, indeed, no other than a kind of fetters on the natural sprightliness and activity of the imagination, which is thus weighed down, and prevented from soaring to those high flights which otherwise it would be able to reach.
This doctrine, I am afraid, is, at present, carried much too far: for why should writing differ so
much from all other arts? The nimbleness of a dancing-master is not at all prejudiced by being taught to move; nor doth any mechanic, I believe, exercise his tools the worse by having learnt to use them. For my own part, I cannot conceive that Homer or Virgil would have writ with more fire, it instead of being masters of all the learning of their times, they had been as ignorant as most of the Authors of the present age. Nor do I believe that all the imagination, fire, and judgement of Pitt, could have produced those orations that have made the senate of England, in these our times, a rival in eloquence to Greece and Rome, if he had not been so well read in the writings of Demosthenes and Cicero, as to have transferred their whole spirit into his speeches, and with their spirit, their knowledge too.
I would not here be understood to insist on the same fund of learning in any of my brethren, as Cicero persuades us is necessary to the composition of an orator. On the contrary, very little reading is, I conceive, necessary to the poet, less to the critic, and the least of all to the politician. For the first, perhaps, Byshe's Art of Poetry, and a few of our modern poets, may suffice; for the second, a moderate heap of plays; and, for the last, an indifferent collection of political journals.
To say the truth, I require no more than that a man should have some little knowledge of the subject on which he treats, according to the old maxim of law, Quam quisque nôrit artem in ei se ererceat. With this alone a writer may sometimes do tolerably well; and indeed without this, all the other learning in the world will stand him in little stead.
For instance, let us suppose that Homer and Virgil, Aristotle and Cicero, Thucydides and Livy, could have met all together, and have clubbed their several talents to have composed a treatise on the art of dancing: I believe it will be readily agreed they could not have equalled the excellent treatise