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yoor Neighbour, John Williams, has been conAn'd there ; but his Case is remarkably hard, to be fure. 'Twas he, Mrs. Midnight, that kept the Shop upon our Green : He was always a very honest Man, and every Body thought him in a good Way; however, since this War, he loft so much Money by bad Debts, that he was unable to pay his Creditors fa soon as they expected. Sir Thomas (who, you know, is but a Brute of a Man, if we dar'd say fo) seized his Goods first 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 saw the Bailiffs take her Husband out of the House, the fell into fuch Fits as I never saw 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 seven Children, (poor innocent Lambs!) to the merciless World. Oh, Mrs. Midnight, Sir Thomas is a fad Man, for 'twas all his Doings! :i i
As soon as poor Mary was dead, I took the youngest Child, and put it to Hannah Underwood to nurse, and I believe she'll take care of it. I fancy you knew Hannah, Mrs. Midnight; she is the young Woman who lived with me when you used to be at Madam Dormand's. The Parish 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
DinDinner; which you know is as much as I can de who am but a Farmer's Wife ; tho? my Master makes as good a Husband, I believe, as - Some of your Gentlemen in Town. I comb'd and wash'd the Children clean one Day, and sent 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 set 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 sure, was all sorry to fee the Children in this Condition, and collected Sixpence a-piece to buy them something, which
Jenny Thompson brought down to our Houle ; but, when this Wretch, Sir Thomas, came to hear it, he turn'd her away, which you'll say was hard upon the poor Girl; and for that Reason I took her into my Service; but Sir Thomas fent for my Hurband, and told him, He thould 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 such a Villain ? but we must not fay foi :
I intend to go to the Jail and see poor John, and Madami Dormand fays she'll go with me; my Husband has been already, and he says, there are a great Number of poor Wretches who lie confin'd for very small Sums. As you are in London, Mrs. Midnight, amongst the great Folks who have Mow ney enough, pray try if you can do them any Service. Mrs. Westbury, who knows fomething of
London, fays, there was Money enough spent at your
* From the RAMBLER. SIR, T Hough I have been but a little time conver
1 fant in the World, yet I have already had frequent Opportunities of observing the little Efficacy of Remonstrance and Complaint, which, however extorted by Oppression, or supported by Reason, is detested by one Part of the World as Rebellion, censured by another as Peevishness, by another heard with an Appearance of Compassion, only to betray any of those Şallies of Vehemence and Resentment, which are apt, to break out upon Encouragement, and by others passed over with Indifference and Neglect, as Matters in which they have no Concern, and which, if they should endeavour to examine or regulate, they might draw Mis chief upon theinfelves.
Yet fince it is no less natural for those who think themselves injured to complain, than for others to neglect their Complaints, I shall venture to lay my Case before you, in hopes that you will enforce my Opinion, if you think it just, or endeavour to rectify my Sentiments, if I am mistaken. I expect, at least, that you will divest yourself of Partiality, and that whatever your Age or Solemnity may be,
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you will not with the Dotard's Insolence, pronounce me ignorant, and foolish, perverse, 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, whose Prudence, or Virtue, he had no reason to distrust. 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 subsided into Tenderness for me and my Brother, and the Year of Mourning was spent in Carelles, Consolations, and Instructions, in Celebration of my Father's Virtues, in Profes-frons. of perpetual Regard to his Memory; and hourly Instances of such Fondness as Gratitude will not easily suffer me to forget. .
But when the Term of this mournful Felicity was expired, and my Mother appeared again without the Enfigns of Sorrow, the Ladies of her Acquaintance began to tell her, upon whatever Motivesy, that it was time to live like the rest of the World.; a powerful Argument, which is seldom used to a Woman without Effect. Lady Giddy. was incessantly relating the Occurrences of the Town, and Mrs. Gravely told her privately, with great Tenderness, that it began to be publickly observéd how much she over-acted her Part, and that most of her. Acquaintance suspected her Hope of