Jones instantly interposed on Behalf of the Suffering Party, and pinned the insulting Conqueror up to the Wall: For the Puppetshow-man was no more able to contend with Jones, than the poor Party-coloured Jester had been to contend with this Puppet-man.
But tho’ the Merry Andrew was a little Fellow, and not very strong, he had nevertheless some Choler about him. He therefore no sooner found himself delivered from the Enemy, than he began to attack him with the only Weapon at which he was his Equal. From this he first discharged a Volley of general abusive Words, and thence proceeded to some particular Accusations—‘D—n your Bl—d, you Rascal,’ says he, ‘I have not only supported you, (for to me you owe all the Money you get) but I have saved you from the Gallows. Did you not want to rob the Lady of her fine Riding-Habit, no longer ago than Yesterday, in the Back-Lane here? Can you deny that you wished to have her alone in a Wood to strip her, to strip one of the prettiest Ladies that ever was seen in the World? and here you have fallen upon me, and have almost murdered me for doing no Harm to a Girl as willing as myself, only because she likes me better than you.’
Jones no sooner heard this, than he quitted the Master, laying on him at the same time the most violent Injunctions of Forbearance from any further Insult on the Merry Andrew; and then taking the poor Wretch with him into his own Apartment, he soon learnt Tidings of his Sophia, whom the Fellow, as he was attending his Master with his Drum the Day before, had seen pass by. He easily prevailed with the Lad to shew him the exact Place, and then having summoned Partridge, he departed with the utmost Expedition.
It was almost Eight of the Clock before all Matters could be got ready for his Departure: For Partridge was not in any Haste; nor could the Reckoning be presently adjusted; and when both these were settled and over, Jones would not quit the Place, before he had perfectly reconciled all Differences between the Master and the Man.
When this was happily accomplished, he set forwards, and was by the trusty Merry Andrew conducted to the Spot by which Sophia had past; and then having handsomely rewarded his Conductor, he again pushed on with the utmost Eagerness, being highly delighted with the extraordinary Manner in which he received his Intelligence. Of this Partridge was no sooner acquainted, than he, with great Earnestness, began to prophesy, and assured Jones, that he would certainly have good Success in the End: For, he said, ‘two such Accidents could never have happened to direct him after his Mistress, if Providence had not designed to bring them together at last.’ And this was the first Time that Jones lent any Attention to the superstitious Doctrines of his Companion.
They had not gone above two Miles, when a violent Storm of Rain overtook them; and as they happened to be at the same Time in Sight of an Alehouse, Partridge, with much earnest Entreaty, prevailed with Jones to enter, and weather the Storm. Hunger is an Enemy (if indeed it may be called one) which partakes more of the English than of the French Disposition; for tho’ you subdue this never so often, it will always rally again in Time; and so it did with Partridge, who was no sooner arrived within the Kitchin, than he began to ask the same Questions which he had asked the Night before. The Consequence of this was an excellent cold Chine being produced upon the Table, upon which not only Partridge, but Jones himself, made a very hearty Breakfast, tho’ the latter began to grow again uneasy, as the People of the House could give him no fresh Information concerning Sophia.
Their Meal being over, Jones was again preparing to sally, notwithstanding the Violence of the Storm still continued; but Partridge begged heartily for another Mugg; and at last casting his Eyes on a Lad at the Fire, who had entered into the Kitchin, and who at that Instant was looking as earnestly at him, he turned suddenly to Jones, and cried, ‘Master, give me your Hand, a single Mugg shan’t serve the Turn this Bout. Why here’s more News of Madam Sophia come to Town. The Boy there standing by the Fire is the very Lad that rode before her. I can swear to my own Plaister on his Face.’ ‘Heavens bless you, Sir,’ cries the Boy, ‘it is your own Plaister sure enough; I shall have always Reason to remember your Goodness; for it hath almost cured me.’
At these Words Jones started from his Chair, and bidding the Boy follow him immediately, departed from the Kitchin into a private Apartment; for so delicate was he with regard to Sophia, that he never willingly mentioned her Name in the Presence of many People; and tho’ he had, as it were, from the Overflowings of his Heart, given Sophia as a Toast among the Officers, where he thought it wasimpossible she should be known; yet even there the Reader may remember how difficultly he was prevailed upon to mention her Sir-name.
Hard therefore was it, and perhaps, in the Opinion of many sagacious Readers, very absurd and monstrous, that he should principally owe his present Misfortune to the supposed Want of that Delicacy with which he so abounded; for, in Reality, Sophia was much more offended at the Freedoms which she thought (and not without good Reason) he had taken with her Name and Character, than at any Freedoms, in which, under his present Circumstances, he had indulged himself with the Person of another Woman; and to say Truth, I believe Honour could never have prevailed on her to leave Upton without seeing her Jones, had it not been for those two strong Instances of a Levity in his Behaviour, so void of Respect, and indeed so highly inconsistent with any Degree of Love and Tenderness in great and delicate Minds.
But so Matters fell out, and so I must relate them; and if any Reader is shocked at their appearing unnatural, I cannot help it. I must remind such Persons, that I am not writing a System, but a History, and I am not obliged to reconcile every Matter to the received Notions concerning Truth and Nature. But if this was never so easy to do, perhaps it might be more prudent in me to avoid it. For Instance, as the Fact at present before us now stands, without any Comment of mine upon it, tho’ it may at first Sight offend some Readers, yet upon more mature Consideration, it must please all; for wise and good Men may consider what happened to Jones at Upton as a just Punishment for his Wickedness, with regard to Women, of which it was indeed the immediate Consequence; and silly and bad Persons may comfort themselves in their Vices, by flattering their own Hearts that the Characters of Men are rather owing to Accident than to Virtue. Now perhaps the Reflections which we should be here inclined to draw, would alike contradict both these Conclusions, and would shew that these Incidents contribute only to confirm the great, useful and uncommon Doctrine, which it is the Purpose of this whole Work to inculcate,1 and which we must not fill up our Pages by frequently repeating, as an ordinary Parson fills his Sermon by repeating his Text at the End of every Paragraph.
We are contented that it must appear, however unhappily Sophia had erred in her Opinion of Jones, she had sufficient Reason for her Opinion; since, I believe, every other young Lady would, in her Situation, have erred in the same Manner. Nay, had she followed her Lover at this very Time, and had entered this very Ale-house the Moment he was departed from it, she would have found the Landlord as well acquainted with her Name and Person as the Wench at Upton had appeared to be. For while Jones was examining his Boy in Whispers in an inner Room, Partridge, who had no such Delicacy in his Disposition, was in the Kitchin very openly catechising the other Guide who had attended Mrs. Fitzpatrick; by which Means the Landlord, whose Ears were open on all such Occasions, became perfectly well acquainted with the Tumble of Sophia from her Horse, &c. with the Mistake concerning Jenny Cameron, with the many Consequences of the Punch, and, in short, with almost every Thing which had happened at the Inn, whence we dispatched our Ladies in a Coach and Six, when we last took our Leaves of them.
CHAPTER IX.
Containing little more than a few odd Observations.
Jones had been absent a full half Hour, when he returned into the Kitchin in a Hurry, desiring the Landlord to let him know that Instant what was to pay. And now the Concern which Partridge felt at being obliged to quit the warm Chimney-corner, and a Cup of excellent Liquor, was somewhat compensated by hearing that he was to proceed no farther on Foot; for Jones, by Golden Arguments, had prevaile
d with the Boy to attend him back to the Inn whither he had before conducted Sophia; but to this however the Lad consented, upon Condition that the other Guide would wait for him at the Alehouse; because, as the Landlord at Upton was an intimate Acquaintance of the Landlord at Gloucester, it might some Time or other come to the Ears of the latter, that his Horses had been let to more than one Person; and so the Boy might be brought to Account for Money which he wisely intended to put in his own Pocket.
We were obliged to mention this Circumstance, trifling as it may seem, since it retarded Mr. Jones a considerable Time in his setting out; for the Honesty of this latter Boy was somewhat high—that is, somewhat high priced, and would indeed have cost Jones very dear, had not Partridge, who, as we have said, was a very cunning Fellow, artfully thrown in half a Crown to be spent at that very Alehouse, while the Boy was waiting for his Companion. This half Crown the Landlord no sooner got Scent of, than he opened after it with such vehement and persuasive Out-cry, that the Boy was soon overcome, and consented to take half a Crown more for his Stay. Here we cannot help observing, that as there is so much of Policy in the lowest Life, great Men often overvalue themselves on those Refinements in Imposture, in which they are frequently excelled by some of the lowest of the Human Species.
The Horses being now produced, Jones directly leapt into the Side-Saddle, on which his dear Sophia had rid. The Lad indeed very civilly offered him the Use of his; but he chose the Side-Saddle, probably because it was softer. Partridge, however, tho’ full as effeminate as Jones, could not bear the Thoughts of degrading his Manhood; he therefore accepted the Boy’s Offer; and now Jones, being mounted on the Side-Saddle of his Sophia, the Boy on that of Mrs. Honour, and Partridge bestriding the third Horse, they set forwards on their Journey, and within four Hours arrived at the Inn where the Reader hath already spent so much Time. Partridge was in very high Spirits during the whole Way, and often mentioned to Jones the many good Omens of his future Success, which had lately befriended him; and which the Reader, without being the least superstitious, must allow to have been peculiarly fortunate. Partridge was moreover better pleased with the present Pursuit of his Companion, than he had been with his Pursuit of Glory; and from these very Omens, which assured the Pedagogue of Success, he likewise first acquired a clear Idea of the Amour between Jones and Sophia; to which he had before given very little Attention, as he had originally taken a wrong Scent concerning the Reasons of Jones’s Departure; and as to what happened at Upton, he was too much frightened just before and after his leaving that Place, to draw any other Conclusions from thence, than that poor Jones was a downright Madman: A Conceit which was not at all disagreeable to the Opinion he before had of his extraordinary Wildness, of which, he thought, his Behaviour on their quitting Gloucester so well justified all the Accounts he had formerly received. He was now however pretty well satisfied with his present Expedition, and henceforth began to conceive much worthier Sentiments of his Friend’s Understanding.
The Clock had just struck Three when they arrived, and Jones immediately bespoke Post-Horses; but unluckily there was not a Horse to be procured in the whole Place; which the Reader will not wonder at, when he considers the Hurry in which the whole Nation, and especially this Part of it, was at this Time engaged, when Expresses were passing and repassing every Hour of the Day and Night.
Jones endeavoured all he could to prevail with his former Guide to escorte him to Coventry; but he was inexorable. While he was arguing with the Boy in the Inn-yard, a Person came up to him, and saluting him by his Name, enquired how all the good Family did in Somersetshire; and now Jones casting his Eyes upon this Person, presently discovered him to be Mr. Dowling the Lawyer, with whom he had dined at Gloucester, and with much Courtesy returned his Salutation.
Dowling very earnestly pressed Mr. Jones to go no further that Night; and backed his Solicitations with many unanswerable Arguments, such as, that it was almost dark, that the Roads were very dirty, and that he would be able to travel much better by Day-light, with many others equally good, some of which Jones had probably suggested to himself before; but as they were then ineffectual, so they were still; and he continued resolute in his Design, even tho’ he should be obliged to set out on Foot.
When the good Attorney found he could not prevail on Jones to stay, he as strenuously applied himself to persuade the Guide to accompany him. He urged many Motives to induce him to undertake this short Journey, and at last concluded with saying, ‘Do you think the Gentleman won’t very well reward you for your Trouble?’
Two to one are odds at every other thing, as well as Foot-ball.1 But the Advantage which this united Force hath in Persuasion or Entreaty, must have been visible to a curious Observer; for he must have often seen, that when a Father, a Master, a Wife, or any other Person in Authority, have stoutly adhered to a Denial against all the Reasons which a single Man could produce, they have afterwards yielded to the Repetition of the same Sentiments by a second or third Person, who hath undertaken the Cause without attempting to advance any thing new in its Behalf. And hence perhaps proceeds the Phrase of seconding an Argument or a Motion, and the great Consequence this is of in all Assemblies of public Debate. Hence likewise probably it is, that in our Courts of Law we often hear a learned Gentleman (generally a Serjeant) repeating for an Hour together what another learned Gentleman who spoke just before him, had been saying.
Instead of accounting for this, we shall proceed in our usual Manner to exemplify it in the Conduct of the Lad above-mentioned, who submitted to the Persuasions of Mr. Dowling, and promised once more to admit Jones into his Side-Saddle; but insisted on first giving the poor Creatures a good Bait, saying, they had travelled a great way, and been rid very hard. Indeed this Caution of the Boy was needless; for Jones, notwithstanding his Hurry and Impatience, would have ordered this of himself; for he by no means agreed with the Opinion of those who consider Animals as mere Machines, and when they bury their Spurs in the Belly of their Horse, imagine the Spur and the Horse to have an equal Capacity of feeling Pain.
While the Beasts were eating their Corn, or rather were supposed to eat it; (for as the Boy was taking Care of himself in the Kitchin, the Hostler took great Care that his Corn should not be consumed in the Stable) Mr. Jones, at the earnest Desire of Mr. Dowling, accompanied that Gentleman into his Room, where they sat down together over a Bottle of Wine.
CHAPTER X.
In which Mr. Jones and Mr. Dowling drink a
Bottle together.
Mr. Dowling, pouring out a Glass of Wine, named the Health of the good Squire Allworthy; adding, ‘If you please, Sir, we will likewise remember his Nephew and Heir, the young Squire: Come, Sir, here’s Mr. Blifil to you, a very pretty young Gentleman; and who, I dare swear, will hereafter make a very considerable Figure in his Country. I have a Borough for him myself in my Eye.’1
‘Sir,’ answered Jones, ‘I am convinced you don’t intend to affront me, so I shall not resent it; but, I promise you, you have joined two Persons very improperly together; for one is the Glory of the Human Species, and the other is a Rascal who dishonours the Name of Man.’
Dowling stared at this. He said, ‘He thought both the Gentlemen had a very unexceptionable Character. As for Squire Allworthy himself,’ says he, ‘I never had the Happiness to see him; but all the World talks of his Goodness. And, indeed, as to the young Gentleman, I never saw him but once, when I carried him the News of the Loss of his Mother; and then I was so hurried, and drove, and tore with the Multiplicity of Business, that I had hardly Time to converse with him; but he looked so like a very honest Gentleman, and behaved himself so prettily, that I protest I never was more delighted with any Gentleman since I was born.’
‘I don’t wonder,’ answered Jones, ‘that he should impose upon you in so short an Acquaintance; for he hath the Cunning of the Devil himself, and you may live with him many Years without discovering him. I was bred up with him from my Infancy, and we were hardly ever asunder; but it is very lately
only, that I have discovered half the Villainy which is in him. I own I never greatly liked him. I thought he wanted that Generosity of Spirit, which is the sure Foundation of all that is great and noble in Human Nature. I saw a Selfishness in him long ago which I despised; but it is lately, very lately, that I have found him capable of the basest and blackest Designs; for, indeed, I have at last found out, that he hath taken an Advantage of the Openness of my own Temper, and hath concerted the deepest Project, by a long Train of wicked Artifice, to work my Ruin, which at last he hath effected.’
‘Ay! Ay!’ cries Dowling, ‘I protest then, it is a Pity such a Person should inherit the great Estate of your Uncle Allworthy.’
‘Alas, Sir,’ cries Jones, ‘you do me an Honour to which I have no Title. It is true, indeed, his Goodness once allowed me the Liberty of calling him by a much nearer Name; but as this was only a voluntary Act of Goodness, I can complain of no Injustice when he thinks proper to deprive me of this Honour; since the Loss cannot be more unmerited than the Gift originally was. I assure you, Sir, I am no Relation of Mr. Allworthy; and if the World, who are incapable of setting a true Value on his Virtue, should think, in his Behaviour by me, he hath dealt hardly by a Relation, they do an Injustice to the best of Men: For I—but I ask your Pardon, I shall trouble you with no Particulars relating to myself; only as you seemed to think me a Relation of Mr. All-worthy, I thought proper to set you right in a Matter that might draw some Censures upon him, which I promise you I would rather lose my Life, than give Occasion to.’
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