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come dearer in proportion as it increased ; as if « but why this dejection, Livy? I hope, my the more enormous our wealth, the more exten- love, you have too great a regard for me, to persive our fears—all our possessions are paled up mit disappointment thus to undermine a life with new edicts every day, and hung round with which I prize as my own. Be cheerful, my gibbets, to scare every invader.

child, and we may yet see happier days.” I cannot tell whether it is from the number of “ You have ever, sir," replied she, “ been our penal laws, or the licentiousness of our peo- kind to me, and it adds to my pain, that I shall ple, that this country should shew more convicts never have an opportunity of sharing that hapin a year than halt the dominions of Europe piness you promise. Happiness, I fear, is no united. Perhaps it is owing to both ; for they longer reserved for me here, and I long to be mutually produce each other. When by indis- rid of a place where I have only found distress. criminate penal laws a nation beholds the same Indeed, sir, I wish you would make a proper punishment affixed to dissimilar degrees of guilt, submission to Mr Thornhill: it may, in some from perceiving no distinction in the penalty, measure, induce him to pity you, and it will give the people are led to lose all serise of distinction me relief in dying." in the crime, and this distinction is the bulwark “Never, child,” replied I, “ never will I be of all morality : thus the multitude of laws pro- brought to acknowledge my daughter a prostiduce new vices, and new vices call for fresh re- tute ; for though the world may look upon your straints.

offence with scorn, let it be mine to regard it as It were to be wished, then, that power, in- a mark of credulity, not of guilt. My dear, I stead of contriving new laws to punish vice; in- am noways miserable in this place, however disstead of drawing hard the cords of society till a mad it may seem ; and be assured, that while convulsion came to burst them; instead of cut- you continue to bless me by living, he shall neting away wretches as useless, before we have ver have my consent to make you more wretched tried their utility ; instead of converting correc- by marrying another.” tion into vengeance,-it were to be wished that After the departure of my daughter, my felwe tried the restrictive arts of government, and low-prisoner, who was by at this interview, senmade law the protector, but not the tyrant, of sibly enough expostulated upon my obstinacy, the people. We should then find, that creatures in refusing a submission which promised to give whose souls are held as dross, only wanted the me freedom. He observed, that the rest of hand of a refiner; we should then find, that my family were not to be sacrificed to the peace wretches, now stuck up for long tortures, lest of one child alone, and she the only one who luxury should feel a momentary pang, might, if had offended me. “ Besides," added he, “I properly treated, serve to sinew the state in times don't know if it be just thus to obstruet the of danger ; that as their faces are like ours, their union of man and wife, which you do at prehearts are so too; that few minds are so base, as sent, by refusing to consent to a match which that perseverance cannot amend ; that a man you cannot hinder, but may render unhappy." may see his last crime without dying for it; and “Sir," replied I, “you are unacquainted with that very little blood will serve to cement our the man that oppresses us. I am very sensible security.

that no submission I can make could procure me liberty even for an hour. I am told, that, even

in this very room, a (lebtor of his, no later than CHAP. XXVIII.

last year, died for want. But, though my sub

mission and approbation could transfer me from Happiness and Misery rather the result of Pruu hence to the most beautiful apartment he is pos

dence than of Virtue in this life; temporal sessed of, yet I would grant neither, as someevils or felicities being regarded by Heaven as thing whispers me, that it would be giving a things merely in themselves trifling, and un- sanction to adultery. While my daughter lives, worthy its cure in the distribution.

no other marriage of his shall ever be legal in

my eye. Were she removed, indeed, I should I HAD now been confined more than a fort- be the basest of men, from any resentment of night, but had not since my arrival been visited my own, to attempt putting asunder those who by my dear Olivia, and I greatly longed to see her. wish for an union. No; villain as he is, I should Having communicated my wishes to my wife, then wish him married, to prevent the consethe next morning the poor girl entered my apart- quences of his future debaucheries. But now, ment, leaning on her sister's arm. The change should I not be the most cruel of all fathers, to which I saw in her countenance struck me. The sign an instrument which must send my child numberless graces that once resideel there were to the grave, merely to avoid a prison myself ; now fled, and the hand of death seemed to have and thus, to escape one pang, break my child's moulded every feature to alarm me. Her tem- heart with a thousand ?" He acquiesced in the ples were sunk, her forehead was tense, and a justice of this answer, but could not avoid obe fatal paleness sat upon her cheek.

serving, that he feared my daughter's life was “I am glad to see thee, my dear,” cried I; alrearly too much wasted to keep me long a prisoner. “ However,” continued he,“ though life, which was every day declining for want of you refuse to submit to the nephew, I hope you necessaries and wholesome air. He added, that have no objection to laying your case before the it was now incumbent on me to sacrifice any uncle, who has the first character in the king- pride or resentment of my own to the welfare of dom for every thing that is just and good. I those who depended on me for support; and that would advise you to send him a letter by the I was now, both by reason and justice, obliged post, intimating all his nephew's ill usage, and

to try to reconcile my landlord. my life for it, that, in three days, you shall have “ Heaven be praised,” replied I, “ there is no an answer.' I thanked him for the hint, and pride left me now. I should detest my own instantly set about complying ; but I wanted heart, if I saw either pride or resentment lurke paper, and unluckily all our money had been ing there. On the contrary, as my oppressor laid out that morning in provisions ; however, has been once my parishioner, I hope one day he supplied me.

to present him up an unpolluted soul at the For the three ensuing days I was in a state of eternal tribunal. No, sir, I have no resentment anxiety, to know what reception my letter might now: and though he has taken from me what meet with ; but in the meantime was frequent- I held dearer than all his treasures, though he ly solicited by my wife to submit to any condi- has wrung my heart, for I am sick almost to tions rather than remain here, and every hour fainting, very sick, my fellow-prisoner, yet that received repeated accounts of the decline of my shall never inspire me with vengeance. I am daughter's health. The third day and the fourth now willing to approve his marriage, and if this arrived, but I received no answer to my letter; submission can do him any pleasure, let him the complaints of a stranger against a favourite know, that if I have done him any injury, I am nephew, were noway likely to succeed; so that sorry for it.” Mr Jenkinson took pen and ink, these hopes soon vanished, like all my former. and wrote down my submission nearly as I had My mind, however, still supported itself, though expressed it, to which I signed my name. My confinement and bad air began to make a visible son was employed to carry the letter to Mr alteration in my health, and my arm that had Thornhill, who was then at his seat in the counsuffered in the fire grew worse. My children, try. He went, and in about six hours returned however, sat by me, and, while I was stretched with a verbal answer. He had some difficulty, on my straw, read to me by turns, or listened he said, to get a sight of his landlord, as the ser. and wept at my instructions. But my daughter's vants were insolent and suspicious; but he achealth declined faster than mine, every message cidentally saw him as he was going out upon from her contributed to increase my apprehen, business, preparing for his marriage, which was sions and pain. The fifth morning after I had to be in three days. He continued to inform us, written the letter which was sent Sir William that he stept up in the humblest manner, and Thornhill, I was alarmed with an account that delivered the letter, which, when Mr Thornhill she was speechless. Now it was that confine- had read, he said that all submission was now ment was truly painful to me; my soul was too late and unnecessary; that he had heard of bursting from its prison, to be near the pillow of our application to his uncle, which met with my child, to comfort, to strengthen her, to re- the contempt it deserved ; and as for the rest, ceive her last wishes, and teach her soul the


that all future applications should be directed to heaven. Another account came—she was ex- to his attorney, not to him. He observed, how. piring, and yet I was debarred the small com- ever, that as he had a very good opinion of the fort of weeping by her. My fellow-prisoner, discretion of the two young ladies, they might some time after, came with the last account. have been the most agreeable intercessors. He bade me be patient—she was dead! The “ Well, sir,” said I to my fellow-prisoner, next morning he returned, and found me with you now discover the temper of the man who my two little ones, now my only companions, oppresses me. He can at once be facetious and who were using all their innocent efforts to com- cruel ; but let him use me as he will, I shall fort me. They entreated to read to me, and soon be free, in spite of all his bolts to restrain bade me not cry, for I was now too old to weep: I am now drawing towards an abode that “ And is not my sister an angel now, papa ?” looks brighter as I approach it; this expectation cried the eldest,“ and why then are you sorry cheers my afflictions, and though I leave a helpfor her? I wish I were an angel, out of this less family of orphans behind me, yet they will frightful place, if my papa were with me.”- not be utterly forsaken ; some friend, perhaps, “Yes,” added my youngest darling," heaven, will be found to assist them for the sake of their where my sister is, is a finer place than this, poor father, and some may charitably relieve and there are none but good people there, and them for the sake of their Heavenly Father.” the people here are very bad.'

Just as I spoke, my wife, whom I had not Mr Jenkinson interrupted their harmless seen that day before, appeared with locks of terprattle, by observing, that, now my daughter ror, and making efforts, but unable, to speak. was no more, I should seriously think of the Why, my love,” cried I, “why will you thus rest of my family, and attempt to save iny own increase my afflictions by your own? What


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though no submission can turn our severe mas- that will." .“ But are you sure,” still repeated ter, though he has doomed me to die in this she, “ that the letter is from himself, and that place of wretchedness, and though we have lost he is really so happy ?”—“ Yes, madam," rea darling child, yet still you will find comfort plied he, " it is certainly his, and he will one in your other children, when I shall be no day be the credit and the support of our famimore. “We have indeed lost,” returned she, ly.”—“Then, I thank Providence,” cried she,

a darling child !-My Sophia, my dearest, is " that my last letter to him has miscarried. gone-snatched from us, carried off by ruffi- Yes, my dear,” continued she, turning to me,

" I will now confess, that though the hand of How, madam !" cried my fellow-prisoner. Heaven is sore upon us in other instances, it “ Miss Sophia carried off by villains ! Sure it has been favourable here. By the last letter I cannot be ?"

wrote my son, which was in the bitterness of She could only answer with a fixed look, and anger, I desired him, upon his mother's blessa flood of tears. But one of the prisoners' wives, ing, and if he had the heart of a man, to see who was present, and came in with her, gave us justice done his father and sister, and avenge a more distinct account. She informed us, that

But thanks be to Him who directs as my wife, my daughter, and herself, were ta- all things,-it has miscarried, and I am at rest.” king a walk together, on the great road, a little Woman,” cried I, “ thou hast done very way out of the village, a post-chaise and pair ill, and at another time my reproaches might drove up to them, and instantly stopt; upon have been more severe. Oh! what a tremendous which a well-drest man, but not Mr Thorn- gulph hast thou escaped, that would have bu. hill, stepping out, clasped my daughter round ried both thee and him in endless ruin ! Provithe waist, and forcing her in, bid the postillion dence, indeed, has here been kinder to us than drive on, so that they were out of sight in a we to ourselves. It has reserved that son to be moment.

the father and protector of my children, when I “Now,” cried I, “ the sum of my miseries is shall be away. How unjustly did I complain made up, nor is it in the power of any thing on of being stript of every comfort, when still I earth to give me another pang. What! not one hear that he is happy and insensible of our afleft! not leave me one! the monster! The child fictions; still kept in reserve to support his that was next my heart! she had the beauty of widowed mother, and to protect his brothers an angel, and almost the wisdom of an angel. and sisters !—But what sisters has he left ? he But support that woman, nor let her fall—Not has no sisters now! they are all gone, robbed to leave me one!"_" Alas, my husband !” said from me, and I am undone !"_" Father,” inmy wife," you seem to want comfort even more terrupted my son, “ I beg you will give me than I. Our distresses are great; but I could leave to read this letter; I know it will please bear this and more, if I saw you but easy. They you.” Upon which, with my permission, he may take away my children, and all the world, read as follows :if they leave me but you."

My son, who was present, endeavoured to “ HONOURED SIR, moderate her grief; he bade us take comfort, “I have called off my imagination a few mofor he hoped that we might still have reason to ments from the pleasures that surround me, to be thankful.--My child,” cried I, “ look round fix it upon objects that are still more pleasing, the world, and see if there be any happiness left the dear little fire-side at home. My fancy draws me now. Is not every ray of comfort shut out, that harmless group as listening to every line of while all our bright prospects only lie beyond this with great composure. I view those faces the grave?”—“My dear father,” returned he, with delight, which never felt the deforming “ I hope there is still something that will give hand of ambition or distress. But, whatever you an interval of satisfaction ; for I have a let- your happiness may be at home, I am sure it ter from my brother George.' -“What of him, will be some addition to it, to hear that I am my child ?" interrupted I ; “ does he know our perfectly pleased with my situation, and every misery? I hope my boy is exempt from any part way happy here. of what his wretched family suffers.”

« Our regiment is countermanded, and is not sir,” returned he, “he is perfectly gay, cheer- to leave the kingdom ; the colonel, who proful, and bappy. His letter brings nothing but fesses himself my friend, takes me with him to good news ; he is the favourite of his colonel, all companies where he is acquainted, and, after who promises to procure him the very next lieu- my first visit, I generally find myself received tenancy that becomes vacant.”

with increased respect upon repeating it. I “But are you sure of all this?” cried my danced last night with Lady G---, and, could wife, are you sure that nothing ill has be- I forget you know whom, I might be, perhaps, fallen my boy?”-“Nothing, indeed, madam,” successful. But it is my fate still to remember returned my son ;

you shall see the letter, others, while I am myself forgotten by most of which will give you the highest pleasure ; and my absent friends; and in this number, I fear, if any thing can procure you comfort, I am sure sir, that I must consider you, for I have long

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expected the pleasure of a letter from home to offence of thine can deserve so vile a punishno purpose. Olivia and Sophia, too, promised ment. My George could never be guilty of any to write, but seem to have forgotten me. Tell crime to make his ancestors ashamed of him.”' them that they are two arrant little baggages, Mine, sir,” returned my son," is, I fear, and that I am at this moment in a most violent an unpardonable one. When I received my mopassion with them; yet still, I know not how, ther's letter from home, I immediately came though I want to bluster a little, my heart is down, determined to punish the betrayer of our respondent only to softer emotions. Then tell honour, and sent him an order to meet me, them, sir, that after all, I love them affection- which he answered, not in person, bút by disately; and be assured of my ever remaining your patching four of his domestics to seize me. I dutiful son.”

wounded one who first assaulted me, and I fear

desperately; but the rest made me their prison“In all our miseries,” cried I, “what thanks er. The coward is determined to put the law have we not to return, that one at least of our in execution against me; the proofs are unfamily is exempted from what we suffer! Hea- deniable : I have sent a challenge, and as I am ven be his guard, and keep my boy thus happy the first aggressor upon the statute, I see no to be the support of his widowed mother, and hopes of pardon. But you have often charmed the father of these two babes, which is all the me with your lessons of fortitude; let me now, patrimony I can now bequeath him! May he sir, find them in your example.”. keep their innocence from the temptations of And, my son, you shall find them. I am want, and be their conductor in the paths of now raised above this world, and all the pleahonour !" I had scarcely said these words, when sures it can produce. From this moment I break a noise like that of a tumult seemed to proceed from my heart all the ties that held it down to from the prison below; it died away soon after, earth, and will prepare to fit us both for eternity. and a clanking of fetters was heard along the Yes, my son, I will point out the way, and my passage that led to my apartment. The keeper soul shall guide your's in the ascent, for we will of the prison entered, holding a man all bloody, take our flight together. I now see and am conwounded, and fettered with the heaviest irons. vinced, you can expect no pardon here, and I I looked with compassion upon the wretch as he can only exhort you to seek it at that greatest approached me, but with horror when I found tribunal, where we both shall shortly answer. it was my own son! “My George! my George ! But let us not be niggardly in our exhortations, and do I behold thee thus ? wounded ! fetter- but let all our fellow-prisoners have a share. ed! Is this thy happiness ? Is this the man- Good gaoler, let them be permitted to stand ner you return to me? O that this sight would here, while I attempt to improve them.”—Thus break

my heart at once, and let me die !" saying, I made an effort to rise from the straw,

Where, sir, is your fortitude ?" returned but wanted strength, and was able only to remy son, with an intrepid voice; “ I must suf- cline against the wall. The prisoners assembled fer,

my life is forfeited, and let them take it." according to my directions, for they loved to I tried to restrain my passion for a few mi. hear my counsel ; my son and his mother supnutes in silence, but I thought I should have ported me on either side ; I looked and saw that died with the effort.-"O, my boy, my heart none were wanting, and then addressed them weeps to behold thee thus, and I cannot, cannot with the following exhortation. help it ! In the moment that I thought thee blest, and prayed for thy safety, to behold thee thus again, chained, wounded! And yet, the death

CHAP. XXIX. of the youthful is happy. But I am old, a very old man, and have lived to see this day; to see The equal dealings of Providence demonstrated my children all untimely falling about me, while with regard to the Happy and the Miserable I continue a wretched survivor in the midst of here below. That, from the nature of Pleasure ruin ! May all the curses that ever sunk a soul, and Pain, the wretched must be repaid the bafall heavy upon the murderer of my children! lance of their sufferings in the life hereafter. May he live like me to see « Hold, sir," replied my son,

or I shall

“My friends, my children, and fellow-sufblush for thee. How, sir ! forgetful of your age, ferers, when I reflect on the distribution of good your holy calling, thus to arrogate the justice and evil here below, I find that much has been of Heaven, and fling those curses upward, that given man to enjoy, yet still more to suffer. must soon descend to crush thy own grey head Though we should examine the whole world, with destruction ! No, sir, let it be your care we shall not find one man so happy as to have now to fit me for that vile death I must shortly nothing left to wish for; but daily see thous suffer, to arm me with hope and resolution, to sands who by suicide shew us they have nothing give me courage to drink of that bitterness which left to hope. In this life, then, it appears that must shortly be my portion.”

we cannot be entirely blest; but yet we may be My child, you must not die ! I am sure no completely miserable.

" Why man should thus feel pain ; why our to the poor than to the richi ; for ás it thus wretchedness should be requisite in the forma- makes the life after death more desirable, so it tion of universal felicity; why, when all other smooths the passage there. The wretched have systems are made perfect by the perfection of had a long familiarity with every face of terror. their subordinate parts, the great system should The man of sorrow lays himself quietly down, require for its perfection, parts that are not only with no possessions to regret, and but few ties subordinate to others, but imperfect in them- to stop his departure; he feels only nature's selves—these are questions that never can be pang in the final separation, and this is no way explained, and might be useless if known. On greater than he has often fainted under before ; this subject Providence has thought fit to elude for after a certain degree of pain, every new our curiosity, satisfied with granting us motives breach that death opens in the constitution, nato consolation.

ture kindly covers with insensibility. “ In this situation, man has called in the “ Thus Providence has given to the wretched friendly assistance of philosophy; and Heaven, two advantages over the happy in this life seeing the incapacity of that to console him, has greater felicity in dying, and in Heaven all that given him the aid of religion. The consolations superiority of pleasure which arises from conof philosophy are very amusing, but often falla- trasted enjoyment. And this superiority, my cious. It tells us that lite is filled with com- friends, is no small advantage, and seems to be forts, if we will but enjoy them; and on the one of the pleasures of the poor man in the paother hand, that though we unavoidably have rable ; for though he was already in heaven, and miseries here, life is short, and they will soon felt all the raptures it could give, yet it was menbe over. Thus do these consolations destroy tioned, as an addition to his happiness, that he each other ; for if life is a place of comfort, its had once been wretched, and now was comfortshortness must be misery; and if it be long, ed ; that he had known what it was to be miserour griefs are protracted. Thus philosophy is able, and now felt what it was to be happy. weak; but religion comforts in a higher strain. “ Thus, my friends, you see religion does Man is here, it tells us, fitting up his mind, what philosophy could never do: it shews the and preparing it for another abode. When the equal dealings of Heaven to the happy and the good man leaves the body and is all a glorious unhappy, and levels all human enjoyments to mind, he will find he has been making himself nearly the same standard. It gives to both rich a heaven of happiness here, while the wretch and poor the same happiness hereafter, and equal that has been maimed and contaminated by his hopes to aspire after it ; but if the rich have the vices, shrinks from his body with terror, and advantages of enjoying pleasure here, the poor finds that he has anticipated the vengeance of have the endless satisfaction of knowing what it Heaven. To religion, then, we must hold in was once to be miserable, when crowned with every circumstance of life, for our truest com- endless felicity hereafter ; and even though this fort; for if already we are happy, it is a plea- should be called a small advantage, yet, being an sure to think that we can make that happiness eternal one, it must make up, by duration, what unending; and if we are miserable, it is very the temporal happiness of the great may have exconsoling to think that there is a place of rest. ceeded by intenseness. Thus, to the fortunate, religion holds out a “These are, therefore, the consolations which continuance of bliss; to the wretched a change the wretched have peculiar to themselves, and from pain.

in which they are above the rest of mankind ; in “ But though religion is very kind to all men, other respects they are below them. They who it has promised peculiar rewards to the unhap- would know the miseries of the poor, must see py; the sick, the naked, the houseless, the heavy- life and endure it. To declaim ou the temporal laden, and the prisoner, have ever most frequent advantages they enjoy, is only repeating what promises in our sacred law. The Author of none either believe or practise. The men who our religion every where professes himself the have the necessaries of living, are not poor; and wretch's friend; and, unlike the false ones of this they who want, must be miserable. Yes, my world, bestows all his caresses upon the forlorn. friends, we must be miserable. No vain efforts The unthinking have censured this as partiality, of a refined imagination can sooth the wants of as a preference without merit to deserve it. But nature, can give elastic sweetness to the dank they never reflect, that it is not in the power vapour of a dungeon, or ease the throbbings of even of Heaven itself to make the offer of un- a broken heart. Let the philosopher, from his ceasing felicity as great a gift to the happy as to couch of softness, tell us we can resist all these. the miserable. To the first, eternity is but a Alas ! the effort by which we resist them is still single blessing, since, at most, it but increases the greatest pain. Death is slight, and any man what they already possess. To the latter, it is may sustain it; but torments are dreadful, and a double advantage; for it diminishes their pain these no man can endure. here, and rewards them with heavenly bliss “ To us then, my friends, the promises of haphereafter.

piness in heaven should be peculiarly dear, for “ But Providence is in another respect kinder if our reward be in this life alone, we are, in

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