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poor Neighbour, John Williams, has been confin'd there; but his Cafe is remarkably hard, to be fure.'Twas he, Mrs. Midnight, that kept the Shop upon our Green: He was always a very honeft Man, and every Body thought him in a good Way ; however, fince this War, he loft fo much Money by bad Debts, that he was unable to pay his Cre-ditor's fo foon as they expected. Sir Thomas (who, you know, is but a Brute of a Man, if we dar'd fay fo) feized his Goods firft for Rent; upon which one of his Creditors arrested and sent him to Jail. His Wife (poor Mary, I fhall never forget her!) had just lain-in a Fortnight; and when the faw the Bailiffs take her Hufband out of the House, The fell into fuch Fits as I never faw in my Lifetime: She tore her Hair, and beat her Breast to that Degree, that they were obliged to tie her Hands behind her; and on the Friday following, died stark raving mad; and left feven Children, (poor innocent Lambs!) to the merciless World. Oh, Mrs. Midnight, Sir Thomas is a fad Man, for 'twas all his Doings!

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As foon as poor Mary was dead, I took the youngest Child, and put it to Hannah Underwood to nurfe, and I believe fhe'll take care of it. I fancy you knew Hannah, Mrs. Midnight; fhe is the young Woman who lived with me when you ufed to be at Madam Dormand's. The Parifh has hir'd Goody Curtis to look after the other Children, and I fends them a Pitcher of Milk every Morning for their Breakfast, and a Pudding every Sunday for



Dinner; which you know is as much as I can do who am but a Farmer's Wife; tho' my Mafter makes as good a Hufband, I believe, as fome of your Gentlemen in Town. I comb'd and wash'd the Children clean one Day, and fent them to Sir Thomas's, to beg fome Money to buy them Shoes, but he ordered his Man to turn them out of his Yard, and told 'em he would fet the Dog at them if they came to his House any more; and the poor Creatures came home crying ready to break their Hearts. The Servants, to be fure, was all forry to fee the Children in this Condition, and collected Sixpence a-piece to buy them fomething, which Jenny Thompson brought down to our Houfe; but, when this Wretch, Sir Thomas, came to hear it, he turn'd her away, which you'll fay was hard upon the poor Girl; and for that Reafon I took her into my Service; but Sir Thomas fent for my Hufband, and told him, He fhould turn out of his Farm, if he did not oblige me to turn her out of Doors. Take Notice of that Mrs. Midnight! Did you ever know fuch a Villain? but we must not Say fo

I intend to go to the Jail and see poor John, and Madam Dermand fays fhe'll go with me; my Hufband has been already, and he fays, there are a great Number of poor Wretches who lie confin'd for very fmall Sums. As you are in London, Mrs. Midnight, amongst the great Folks who have Mo ney enough, pray try if you can do them any Service. Mrs. Westbury, who knows.fomething of



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Though I have been but a little time conver


fant in the World, yet I have already had frequent Opportunities of obferving the little Efficacy of Remonftrance and Complaint, which, however extorted by Oppreffion, or fupported by Reafon, is detefted by one Part of the World as Rebellion, cenfured by another as Peevifhnefs, by another heard with an Appearance of Compaffion, only to betray any of thofe Sallies of Vehemence and Refentment, which are apt to break out upon Encouragement, and by others paffed over with Indifference and Neglect, as Matters in which they have no Concern, and which, if they fhould endeavour to examine or regulate, they might draw Mis chief upon themfelves.

Yet fince it is no lefs natural for those who think themfelves injured to complain, than for others to neglect their Complaints, I fhall venture to lay my Cafe before you, in hopes that you will enforce my Opinion, if you think it juft, or endeavour, to rectify my Sentiments, if I am mistaken. I expect, at least, that you will diveft yourself of Partiality, and that whatever your Age or Solemnity may be,

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you will not with the Dotard's Infolence, pronounce me ignorant, and foolish, perverfe, and refractory, only because you perceive that I am young.

My Father dying when I was but ten Years old, left me, and a Brother two Years younger than myself, to the Care of my Mother, a Woman of Birth, and well bred, whofe Prudence, or Virtue, he had no reason to diftruft. She felt, for some time, all the Sorrow which Nature calls forth, upon the final Seperation of Perfons dear to one another; and as her Grief was exhausted by its own Violence, it fubfided into Tenderness for me and my Brother, and the Year of Mourning was spent in Careffes, Confolations, and Inftruction,, in Celebration of my Father's Virtues, in Profef fions of perpetual Regard to his Memory, and hourly Inftances of fuch Fondness as Gratitude will not eafily fuffer me to forget.

But when the Term of this mournful Felicity was expired, and my Mother appeared again with-out the Enfigns of Sorrow, the Ladies of her Acquaintance began to tell her, upon whatever Motives, that it was time to live like the rest of the World; a powerful Argument, which is feldom ufed to a Woman without Effect. Lady Giddy was inceffantly relating the Occurrences of the Town, and Mrs. Gravely told her privately, with great Tendernefs, that it began to be publickly observed how much fhe over-acted her Part, and that moft of her Acquaintance fufpected her Hope of pro

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