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than I had ever observed before in her) “I did not think, brother, you had been so ill-natured. You have seen, ever since I came in, that I had a mind to talk of my husband, and

you won't be so kind as to give me an occasion.” “I did not know,” said I, “but it might be a disagreeable subject to you.

You do not take me for so old-fashioned a fellow as to think of entertaining a young lady with the discourse of her husband. I know nothing is more acceptable than to speak of one who is to be so; but to speak of one who is fo! indeed, Jenny, I am a better bred man than


think me." She shewed a little dislike at my raillery, and by her bridling

I perceived the expected to be treated hereafter not as Jenny Distaff, but Mrs. Tranquillus. I was very well pleased with this change in her humour ; and upon talking with her on several subjects, I could not but fancy that I saw a great deal of her husband's way and manner in her remarks, her phrases, the tone of her voice, and the very air of her coun

This gave me an unspeakable fatisfaction, not only because I had found her an husband, from whom she could learn many things that were laudable, but also because I looked upon her imitation of him as an infallible sign that she entirely loved him. This is an observation that I never knew fail, though I do not remember that any other has made it. The natural shyness of her sex hindered her from telling me the greatness of her own paffion, but I easily collected it from the representation she gave me of his. “I have everything,” says she, “in Tranquillus that I can wish for; and enjoy in him (what indeed you have told me were to be met with in a good husband) the fondness of a lover, the tenderness of a parent, and the intimacy of a friend." It transported me to see her eyes swimming in tears of affection when she spoke. “ And is there not, dear sister,” said I, “more pleasure

“ I in the possession of such a man, than in all the little impertinences of balls, assemblies, and equipage, which it cost me much pains to make you contemn?” She answered, smiling, “ Tranquillus has made me a sincere convert in a few weeks, though I am afraid you could not have done it in your whole life. To tell you truly, I have only one fear hanging upon me, which is apt to give me trouble in the midst of all my satisfactions. I am afraid, you must know, that I shall not always make the same amiable appearance in his eye that I do at present. You know, Brother Bickerstaff, that you have the reputation of a conjuror, and if you have any one secret in your art to make your sister always beautiful, I should be happier than if I were mistress of all the worlds you have fhown me in a starry night" -"Jenny,” said I, “ without having recourse to magick, I shall give you one plain rule that will not fail of making you always amiable to a man who has so great a passion for you, and is of so equal and reasonable a temper as Tranquillus. Endeavour to please, and you must please-be always in the same disposition as you are when you ask for this secret, and you may take my word, you will never want it. An inviolable fidelity, good humour, and complacency of temper, outlive all the charms of a fine face, and make the decays of it invisible.”

We discoursed very long upon this head, which was equally agreeable to us both; for I must confess (as I tenderly love her) I take as much pleasure in giving her instructions for her welfare, as she herself does in receiving them. I proceeded, therefore, to inculcate these sentiments, by relating a very particular passage that happened within my own knowledge.

There were several of us making merry at a friend's house in a country village, when the sexton of the parish church entered the room in a sort of surprise, and told us,

" That as he was digging a grave in the chancel, a little blow of his pickaxe opened a decayed coffin, in which there were several written papers.” Our curiosity was immediately raised, so that we went to the place where the sexton had been at work, and

found a great concourse of people about the grave. Among · the rest there was an old woman, who told us the person

buried there was a lady whose name I do not think fit to mention, though there is nothing in the story but what tends very much to her honour. This lady lived several years an exemplary pattern of conjugal love, and dying soon after her husband, who every way answered her character in virtue and affection, made it her death-bed request, that all the letters


before us.

which she had received from him both before and after her marriage, should be buried in the coffin with her. These I found upon examination were the


Several of them had suffered so much by time, that I could only pick out a few words, as, my soul ! lilies ! roses ! dearest angel! and the like. One of them (which was legible throughout) ran thus : “ MADAM,

“If you would know the greatness of my love, consider that of your own beauty. That blooming countenance, that snowy bofom, that graceful person, return every moment to my imagination; the brightness of your eyes hath hindered me from closing mine since I last saw you. You may still add to your beauties by a smile. A frown will make me the most wretched of men, as I am the most passionate of lovers."

It filled the whole company with a deep melancholy, to compare the description of the letter with the person that occasioned it, who was now reduced to a few crumbling bones and a little mouldering heap of earth. With much ado I deciphered another letter, which began with, “My dear, dear wife.” This gave me a curiosity to see how the style of one written in marriage differed from one written in courtship. To my surprise, I found the fondness rather augmented than lessened, though the panegyrick turned upon a different accomplishment. The words were as follows :

“Before this short absence from you I did not know that I loved you so much as I really do, though at the same time I thought I loved you as much as possible. I am under great apprehenfions left


should have any uneasiness whilft I am defrauded of my share in it, and can't think of tasting any pleasures that you don't partake with me. Pray, my dear, be careful of your health, if for no other reason but because

you know I could not outlive you. It is natural in absence to make professions of an inviolable constancy, but towards so much merit it is scarce a virtue, especially when it is but a bare return to that of which you have given me such continued proofs ever since our first acquaintance.

“I am, &c.”

It happened that the daughter of these two excellent persons was by when I was reading this letter. At the sight of the coffin, in which was the body of her mother, near that of her father, she melted into a flood of tears. As I had heard a great character of her virtue, and observed in her this instance of filial piety, I could not resist my natural inclination of giving advice to young people, and therefore addressed myself to her: “Young lady,” said I, “ you see how short is the possession of that beauty in which nature has been so liberal to you. You find the melancholy fight before you is a contradiction to the first letter that you heard on that subject, whereas you may observe the second letter, which celebrates your mother's constancy, is itself, being found in this place, an argument of it. But, madam, I ought to caution you not to think the bodies that lie before you your father and your mother. Know, their constancy is rewarded by a nobler union than by this mingling of their ashes, in a state where there is no danger or possibility of a second separation.”





WAS this afternoon surprised with a visit from my sister Jenny, after an absence of some time. She had, methought, in her manner and air, something that was a little below that of women of the first

breeding and quality, but at the same time above the simplicity and familiarity of her usual deportment. As soon as the was seated, she began to talk to me of the odd place I lived in, and begged of me to remove out of the lane where I have been so long acquainted; “ for,” said she, “it does so spoil one's horses, that I must beg your pardon if you see me much feldomer, when I am to make fo great a journey with a single pair, and make visits, and get home the same night.” I understood her pretty well, but would not, therefore desired her to pay off her coach, for I had a great deal to talk to her. She very pertly told me she came in her own chariot. “Why," said I, “is your husband in town? And has he set up an equipage ?” “No,” answered the, “but I have received £500 by his order, and his letters, which came at the same time, bad me want for nothing that was necessary.” I was heartily concerned at her folly, whose affairs render her but just able to bear such an expense. However, I considered that according to the British custom of treating women, there is no other method to be used in removing any of their faults

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