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horses and Moses • and his master: and for some hours were right glad to be so lodged. But at last, the storm and rain were quite over, we saw the fair rising moon hang up her ready lamp, and with mild lustre drive back the hovering shades. Out then I came from the cavern, and as I walked for a while on the banks of the fine lake, I saw a handsome little boat with two oars, in a creek? and concluded very justly that there must be > some habitation not far from one side of other of the water. Into the boat therefore we went, having secured our horses, and began to row round, the better to discover. Two hours we were at it as hard as we could labour, and then came to the bottom of a garden, which had a flight of stairs leading up to it. These I ascended. I walked on, and at the farther end of the fine improved spot, came to a mansion. I immediately knocked at a door, sent in my story to the lady of the house, as there was no master, and in a few minutes was shewn into a parlour. I continued alone about a quarter of an hour, and then entered a lady who struck me into amazement. She was a beauty of whom I had been passionately fond, when £he was fourteen, and I sixteen years of age. I saw her first in a French family of distinction, where my father had lodged me for the fame reason, that her parents placed her there,. that isi for the fake of the purity of the French tongue j and as (he had a rational generosity of heart, and an understanding that was surprisingly luminous for her years; could construe an ode of Horace in a manner the most delightful;, and read a chapter in the Greek Testament with great ease every morning, she soon became my heart's fond idol. She appeared in my eyes as something more than mortal. I thought her a divinity. Books furnished us with an occasion for being often together, and we fansyed the time was happily spent. But at once she disappeared. As she had a vast fortune, and there was a suspicion of an amour, she was snatched away in a moment, and for twenty years from the afternoon she vanished, I could not see her, or hear of her: Whether livihg or dead, I knew not, till the night I am speaking of, that I saw come into the room the lovely Julia Dejborough transformed into Mrs. Mort. Our mutual surprize was vastly great. We could not speak for some time. We knew each other as well as if it had been but an hour ago we parted, so strong was the impression made. She was still divinely fair: but I wondered she could remember me so well, as time and many a shaking rub had altered me very greatly for the worse. See how strangely things are brought about. Miss Dejborongb was re

moved all the way to Italy—kept many years abroad, that she might never fee me more, and in the character of Mrs. Mort, by accident, I found her in a solitude, in the same country I lived in, and still my friend.

This lady told me, she had buryed an admirable husband a few years ago, and as she never had a liking to the world, (he devoted her time to books, her old favourites j and the education of a daughter, and country business, and the salvation of her soul. Miss Mort and she lived like two friends. They read and spun some hours of their time every day away. They had a few agreeable neighbours, and from the lake, and cultivation of" their gardens, derived a variety of successive pleasures. They had no relish for the tumultuous hours of the town; but in the charms of letters and religion, the philosophy of flowers, the converse of their neighbours, a linnen manufactury, and their rural situation, were as happy as their wishes could rife to in this hemisphere. All this to me was like a vision. I wondered. I admired. Is this Miss Dejborough with whom I was wont to pass so many afternoons, in reading Milton to her, or Telemaque, or die L'avare de Moltere? What a fleeting scene is life! But a little while, and we go on to another world. Fortunat are they who are fit for the remove: who have a clear conception of the precari

oufness ousness and vanity of all human things, and by virtue and piety so strive to act what is Jairejl and most laudable, and so pass becomingly through this life, that they may in the next obtain the blessed and immortal abodes, prepared for those who can give up their account with joy.:


I have told you this little story, Madam, not only as a specimen of the women whose Memoirs I intend to lay before you j for Mrs. Mort's life at large you will have among the rest j but because it has in many particulars a near resemblance of yours. Both widows, both religious, both learned, good and wise, and an honor to human kind. In this likewise alike, that a linen manufacture is one of the useful amusements of your life, and I take this way of mentioning the thing to your glory to the world.

I remember, Madam, when last I had the honor of seeing you, in the year fifty two, I found you in an open bower of woodbines and roses, by the side of a falling stream sitting at the pretty Scotch spinning-wheel, and surrounded with half a dozen, clean handsome country girls, at the fame useful and ingenious labor, the production of amazingly fine thread. It was as beautiful a picture of industry as the eye of man can see. It is a happy addition to your fine character; and so long as this Dedication lasts, it shall be

known known in how good a manner Mrs. Monkhonse of Paterdale was wont to pass some hours of her every day, and in the center of the wildest: mountains in the universe,, made art productive of social happyness: And this while possessed ;of external perfections that few can equal;, and mistress of fortunes, that could produce the grandest entries in the capital. This is beauty. To support by such a conduct, and act this part, to bless a numerous, miserable poor, with the necessarys and comforts of life, is glorious indeed. What miserable things are the senseless routs and equipage of the town, the pomp of dress and the vanity of play, . the mask, the houses, and expensive contrivances, to kill time, and banish thought, compared to a mind and estate employed in giving bread to the hungry, cloaths to the naked, and understanding to the ignorant \ This is excellence. It were wrong in me to conceal the author of it, tho her uncommon humility and modesty will not approve, I am sure, my making her known.


But as to the Memoirs; the history of illustrious women is not the only thing you are to expect in this performance. You will find a thousand inquirys into other subjects; relations of antiquities, curiosities, and the works of nature; various disquisitions; philosophical observations and accounts of u: men

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