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17. Scarcely any virtue found to resist the power of long

and pleasing temptation......

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18. The pursuit of a father to reclaim a lost child to virtue 105

19. The description of a person discontented with the pre-

sent government, and apprehensive of the loss of

our liberties

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20. The history of a philosophic vagabond pursuing no-

velty, but losing content ....

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21. The short continuance of friendship amongst the vi.

cious, which is coeval only with mutual satisfaction 137

22. Offences are easily pardoned where there is love at

bottom ........

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23. None but the guilty can be long and completely mi.

serable

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24. Fresh calamities

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25. No situation, however wretched it seems, but has

some sort of comfort attending it....

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26. A reformation in the gaol. To make laws complete

they sbould reward as well as punish

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27. The same subject continued

28. Happiness and misery rather the result of prudence

than of virtue in this life. Temporal evils or feli-

cities being regarded by Heaven as things merely

in themselves trifling, and unworthy its care in the

distribution

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29. The equal dealings of Providence demonstrated with

regarded to the happy and the miserable here be-

low. That, from the nature of pleasure and pain,

the wretched must be repaid the balance of their

sufferings in the life hereafter ................... 191

30. Happier prospects begin to appear. Let us be inflex-

ible, and fortune will at last change in our favour. 196

31. Former benevolence now repaid with unexpected

interest

32. The conclusion

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THE

VICAR OF WAKEFIELD.

CHAP. I.

DESCRIPTION OF THE FAMILY OF WAKEFIELD, IN WHICH A KIN

DRED LIKENESS PREVAILS AS WELL OF MINDS AS OF PERSONS.

I was ever of opinion that the honest man, who married and brought up a large family, did more service than he who continued single, and only talked of population. From this motive, I had scarce taken orders a year, before I began to think seriously of matrimony, and chose my wife as she did her wedding gown, not for a fine glossy surface, but such qualities as would wear well. To do her justice, she was a good natured notable woman; and as for breeding, there were few country ladies who could show more, She could read any English book without much spelling; but for pickling, preserving, and cookery, none could excel her. She prided herself also upon being an excellent contriver in housekeeping; though I could never find that we grew richer with all her contrivances.

However, we loved each other tenderly, and our fondness increased as we grew old. There was in fact nothing that could make us angry with the world or each other. We had an elegant house, situate in

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a fine country, and a good neighbourhood. The year was spent in a moral or rural amusement; in visiting our rich neighbours, and relieving such as were poor. We had no revolutions to fear, nor fatigues to undergo; all our adventures were by the fireside, and all our migrations from the blue bed to the brown.

As we lived near the road, we often had the traveller or stranger visit us, to taste our gooseberry wine, for which we had great reputation ; and I profess, with the veracity of an historian, that I never knew one of them find fault with it. Our cousins too, even to the fortieth remove, all remembered their affinity, without any help from the herald's office, and came very frequently to see us. Some of them did us no great honour by these claims of kindred; as we had the blind, the maimed, and the halt, amongst the number. However, my wife always insisted that as they were the same fiesh and blood, they should sit with us at the same table : so that if we had not very rich, we generally had very happy friends about us; for this remark will hold good through life, that the poorer the guest the better pleased he ever is with being treated; and as some men gaze with admiration at the colours of the tulip, or the wing of a butterfly, so I was by nature an admirer of happy human faces. However, when any one of our relations was found to be a person of a very bad character, a troublesome guest, or one we desired to get rid of, upon his leaving my house, I ever took care to lend him a riding coat, or a pair of boots, or sometimes a horse of small value, and I always had the satisfaction to find he never came back to return them. By this the house was cleared of such as we did not like; but never was the family of Wakefield known to turn the traveller or the poor dependant out of doors.

Thus we lived several years in a state of much happiness; not but that we sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favours. My orchard was often robbed by schoolboys, and my wife's custards plundered by the cats or the children. The squire would sometimes fall asleep in the most pathetic parts of my sermon, or his lady return my wife's lities at church with a mutilated courtesy. But we soon got over the uneasiness caused by such accidents, and usually, in three or four days began to wonder how they vexed

us.

My children, the offspring of temperance, as they were educated without softness, so they were at once well formed and healthy; my sons hardy and active, my daughters beautiful and blooming. When I stood in the midst of the little circle, which promised to be the supports of my declining age, I could not avoid repeating the famous story of Count Abensberg, who in Henry II's progress through Germany, while other courtiers came with their treasures, brought his thirtytwo children, and presented them to his sovereign as the most valuable offering he had to bestow. In this manner, though I had but six, I considered them as a very valuable present made to my country, and consequently looked upon it as my debtor. Our eldest son was named George, after his uncle, who left us ten thousand pounds. Our second child, a girl, I intended to call after her aunt Grissel; but my wife, who during her pregnancy, had been reading romances, insisted upon her being called Olivia. In

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less than another year we had another daughter, and now I was determined that Grissel should be her name; but a rich relation taking a fancy to stand godmother, the girl was, by her directions, called Sophia ; so that we had two romantic names in the family; but I solemnly protest I had no hand in it. Moses was our next, and, after an interval of twelve years, we had two sons more.

It would be fruitless to deny my exultation when I saw my little ones about me; but the vanity and the satisfaction of my wife were even greater than mine. When our visiters would say, “ Well, upon my word, Mrs. Primrose, you have the finest children in the whole country.”

.”—“Ay, neighbour,” she would answer," they are as Heaven made them-handsome enough, if they be good enough; for handsome is, that handsome does.” And then she would bid the girls hold up their heads; who, to conceal nothing, were certainly very handsome. Mere outside is so very trifling a circumstance with me, that I should scarce have remembered to mention it, had it not been a general topic of conversation in the country. Olivia, now about eighteen, had the luxuriance of beauty with which painters generally draw Hebe; open, sprightly, and commanding. Sophia's features were not so striking at first; but often did more certain execution; for they were soft, modest, and alluring. The one vanquished by a single blow, the other by efforts successfully repeated.

The temper of a woman is generally formed from the turn of her features ; at least it was so with my daughters. Olivia wished for many lovers ; Sophia to secure one. Olivia was often affected, from too

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