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Oh! Heavens! how great! how generous!" cried Miss Matthews. Booth, thou art a noble 'fellow; and I scarce think there is a woman upon 'earth worthy so exalted a passion.'

Booth made a modest answer to the compliment which Miss Matthews had paid him. This drew more civilities from the lady; and these again more acknowledgements. All which we shall pass by, and proceed with our history.

CHAP. VI.

Containing Matters which will please some Readers.

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Two months and more, had I continued in a 'state of uncertainty, sometimes with more flattering, and sometimes with more alarming symptoms; when one afternoon poor Atkinson came running into my room, all pale and out of breath, and begged me not to be surprised at his news. I asked him eagerly what was the matter, and if 'it was any thing concerning Amelia I had scarce uttered the dear name, when she herself rushed into the room, and ran hastily to me, crying, "Yes, it is, it is your Amelia herself!"

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Can you think so?' says Miss Matthews; surely there is nothing so charming!-O! Mr. 'Booth, our sex is d-ned by the want of tenderness in yours-O were they all like you-certairly no man was ever your equal,'

Indeed, Madam,' cries Booth, you honour me too much-But-well-when the first transports of our meeting were over, Amelia began gently 'to chide me for having concealed my illness from her; for in three letters which I had writ her

since the accident had happened, there was not the least mention of it, or any hint given by 'which she could possibly conclude I was other

wise than in perfect health. And when I had ex'cused myself, by assigning the true reason, she 'cried-"O Mr. Booth! and do you know so "little of your Amelia, as to think I could or "would survive you!—would it not be better for "one dreadful sight to break my heart all at once, "than to break it by degrees?-O Billy! can any "thing pay me for the loss of this embrace!" 'But I ask your pardon-how ridiculous doth my fondness appear in your eyes!'

"How often, answered she, shall I assert the contrary? -What would you have me say, Mr. Booth ? shall I tell you I envy Mrs. Booth ' of all the women in the world? would you believe me if I did? I hope you-What am I say'ing? -Pray make no farther apology, but go

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'After a scene,' continued he, 'too tender to be conceived by many, Amelia informed me, that she had received a letter from an unknown hand, acquainting her with my misfortune, and advising her, if she ever desired to see me more, to 'come directly to Gibraltar. She said, she should not have delayed a moment, after receiving this letter, had not the same ship brought her one 'from me written with rather more than usual gaiety, and in which there was not the least mention of my indisposition. This, she said, greatly 'puzzled her and her mother, and the worthy di'vine endeavoured to persuade her to give credit to my letter, and to impute the other to a spe'cies of wit with which the world greatly abounds. This consists entirely in doing various kinds of * mischief to our fellow-creatures; by belying one, deceiving another, exposing a third, and drawing in a fourth to expose himself; in short, by

making some the objects of laughter, others of 'contempt; and indeed not seldom, by subjecting them to very great inconveniencies, perhaps to ruin, for the sake of a jest.

'Mrs. Harris and the doctor derived the letter 'from this species of wit. Miss Betty, however, 'was of a different opinion, and advised poor Amelia to apply to an officer whom the governor had sent over in the same ship, by whom the re'port of my illness was so strongly confirmed, "that Amelia immediately resolved on her voyage.

I had a great curiosity to know the author of this letter; but not the least trace of it could be discovered. The only person with whom I lived in any great intimacy was Captain James; and he, Madam, from what I have already told you, you will think to be the last person I could sus¬ pect; besides, he declared upon his honour, that he knew nothing of the matter; and no man's honour is, I believe, more sacred. There was . indeed an ensign of another regiment who knew my wife, and who had sometimes visited me in my illness; but he was a very unlikely man to 'interest himself much in any affairs which did 'not concern him; and he too declared he knew "nothing of it.'

And did you never discover this secret?' cried Miss Matthews.

'Never to this day,' answered Booth.

'I fancy,' said she, 'I could give a shrewd guess What so likely as that Mrs. Booth, when you left her, should have given her foster-bro*ther orders to send her word of whatever befel you?-Yet stay-that could not be neither; for then she would not have doubted whether she should leave dear England on the receipt of the 'letter.-No, it must have been by some other 'means!-yet that I own appeared extremely 'natural to me; for if I had been left by such a

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No, Madam,' cried Booth, 'it must have been conveyed by some other channel; for my Amelia, I am certain, was entirely ignorant of the manner; and as for poor Atkinson, I am convinced 'he would not have ventured to take such a step without acquainting me. Besides, the poor fel'low had, I believe, such a regard for my wife, 'out of gratitude for the favours she hath done 'his mother, that I make no doubt he was highly rejoiced at her absence from my melancholy 'scene. Well, whoever writ it, is a matter very immaterial; yet, as it seemed so odd and unac'countable an incident, I could not help mention'ing it.

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From the time of Amelia's arrival, nothing re'markable happened till my perfect recovery, unless I should observe her remarkable behaviour, so full of care and tenderness, that it was perhaps ⚫ without a parallel.'

'O no, Mr. Booth,' cries the lady-'It is fully 'equalled, I am sure, by your gratitude. There ' is nothing, I believe, so rare as gratitude in your sex, especially in husbands. So kind a remem‘brance is, indeed, more than a return to such an obligation; for where is the mighty obligation which a woman confers, who being possessed of an inestimable jewel, is so kind to herself as to 'be careful and tender of it? I do not say this to 'lessen your opinion of Mrs. Booth. I have no 'doubt but that she loves you as well as she is capable. But I would not have you think so meanly of our sex, as to imagine there are not a 'thousand women susceptible of true tenderness towards a meritorious man.--Believe me, Mr. Booth, if I had received such an account of an 'accident having happened to such a husband, a 'mother and a parson would not have held me a

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'moment. I should have leapt into the first fishing-boat I could have found, and bid defiance to 'the winds and waves.- --Oh! there is no true ' tenderness but in a woman of spirit. I would 'not be understood all this while to reflect on Mrs. Booth. I am only defending the cause of my sex; for, upon my soul, such compliments to a wife are a satire on all the rest of womankind." Sure you jest, Miss Matthews,' answered Booth, with a smile; however, if you please, I' 'will proceed in my story.'

CHAP. VII.

The Captain, continuing his Story, recounts some Particulars which, we doubt not, to many good People, will appear unnatural.

IWAS no sooner recovered from my indisposition, than Amelia herself fell ill. This, I am 'afraid, was occasioned by the fatigues which I 'could not prevent her from undergoing on my 'account; for as my disease went off with violent 'sweats, during which the surgeon strictly or'dered that I should lie by myself, my Amelia 'could not be prevailed upon to spend many hours in her own bed. During my restless fits she would sometimes read to me several hours together; indeed, it was not without difficulty that 'she ever quitted my bedside. These fatigues, 'added to the uneasiness of her mind, overpow'ered her weak spirits, and threw her into one of. the worst disorders that can possibly attend a A disorder very common among the ladies, and our physicians have not agreed upon its name. Some call it the fever on the spirits, some à nervous fever, some the vapours, and some the bysterics."

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