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by Henry Fielding


  Sleep, however, at length got the better of all Resistance; and now, as if he had really been a Deity, as the Antients imagined, and an offended one too, he seemed to enjoy his dear-bought Conquest.—To speak simply, and without any Metaphor, Mr. Jones slept ’till Eleven the next Morning, and would, perhaps, have continued in the same quiet Situation much longer, had not a violent Uproar awakened him.

  Partridge was now summoned, who, being asked what was the Matter, answered, ‘That there was a dreadful Hurricane below Stairs; that Miss Nancy was in Fits; and that the other Sister, and the Mother, were both crying and lamenting over her.’ Jones expressed much Concern at this News, which Partridge endeavoured to relieve, by saying, with a Smile, ‘He fancied the young Lady was in no Danger of Death; for that Susan (which was the Name of the Maid) had given him to understand, it was nothing more than a common Affair. In short,’ said he, ‘Miss Nancy hath had a Mind to be as wise as her Mother; that’s all. She was a little hungry, it seems, and so sat down to Dinner before Grace was said; and so there is a Child coming for the Foundling-Hospital.’2— ‘Prithee leave thy stupid jesting,’ cries Jones, ‘Is the Misery of these poor Wretches a Subject of Mirth? Go immediately to Mrs. Miller, and tell her, I beg Leave—Stay, you will make some Blunder; I will go myself; for she desired me to breakfast with her.’ He then rose, and dressed himself as fast as he could: And while he was dressing, Partridge, notwithstanding many severe Rebukes, could not avoid throwing forth certain Pieces of Brutality, commonly called Jests, on this Occasion. Jones was no sooner dressed than he walked down Stairs, and knocking at the Door was presently admitted, by the Maid, into the outward Parlour, which was as empty of Company as it was of any Apparatus for eating. Mrs. Miller was in the inner Room with her Daughter, whence the Maid presently brought a Message to Mr. Jones, ‘that her Mistress hoped he would excuse the Disappointment, but an Accident had happened, which made it impossible for her to have the Pleasure of his Company at Breakfast that Day; and begged his Pardon for not sending him up Notice sooner.’ Jones ‘desired she would give herself no Trouble about any Thing so trifling as his Disappointment; that he was heartily sorry for the Occasion; and that if he could be of any Service to her, she might command him.’

  He had scarce spoke these Words, when Mrs. Miller, who heard them all, suddenly threw open the Door, and coming out to him, in a Flood of Tears, said, ‘O Mr. Jones, you are certainly one of the best young Men alive. I give you a thousand Thanks for your kind Offer of your Service; but, alas! Sir, it is out of your Power to preserve my poor Girl.—O my Child, my Child! She is undone, she is ruined for ever!’ ‘I hope, Madam,’ said Jones, ‘no Villain’— ‘O Mr. Jones,’ said she, ‘that Villain who Yesterday left my Lodgings, hath betrayed my poor Girl; hath destroyed her, —I know you are a Man of Honour. You have a good—a noble Heart, Mr. Jones. The Actions to which I have been myself a Witness, could proceed from no other. I will tell you all: Nay, indeed, it is impossible, after what hath happened, to keep it a Secret. That Nightingale, that barbarous Villain, hath undone my Daughter. She is— she is—oh! Mr. Jones, my Girl is with Child by him; and in that Condition he hath deserted her. Here! here, Sir, is his cruel Letter; read it Mr. Jones, and tell me if such another Monster lives.’ The Letter was as follows.

  ‘Dear Nancy,

  ‘As I found it impossible to mention to you what, I am afraid, will be no less shocking to you, than it is to me, I have taken this Method to inform you, that my Father insists upon my immediately paying my Addresses to a young Lady of Fortune, whom he hath provided for my—I need not write the detested Word. Your own good Understanding will make you sensible, how entirely I am obliged to an Obedience, by which I shall be for ever excluded from your dear Arms. The Fondness of your Mother may encourage you to trust her with the unhappy Consequence of our Love, which may be easily kept a Secret from the World, and for which I will take Care to provide, as I will for you. I wish you may feel less on this Account than I have suffered: But summon all your Fortitude to your Assistance, and forgive and forget the Man, whom Nothing but the Prospect of certain Ruin could have forced to write this Letter. I bid you forget me, I mean only as a Lover; but the best of Friends you shall ever find in

  ‘Your faithful, though unhappy

  ‘J. N.’

  When Jones had read this Letter, they both stood silent during a Minute, looking at each other; at last he began thus: ‘I cannot express, Madam, how much I am shocked at what I have read; yet let me beg you, in one Particular, to take the Writer’s Advice. Consider the Reputation of your Daughter,’——‘It is gone, it is lost, Mr. Jones, cry’d she, as well as her Innocence. She received the Letter in a Room-full of Company, and immediately swooning away upon opening it, the Contents were known to every one present. But the Loss of her Reputation, bad as it is, is not the worst; I shall lose my Child; she hath attempted twice to destroy herself already: and though she hath been hitherto prevented, vows she will not out-live it; nor could I myself out-live any Accident of that Nature.—What then will become of my little Betsy, a helpless infant Orphan? And the poor little Wretch will, I believe, break her Heart at the Miseries with which she sees her Sister and myself distracted, while she is ignorant of the Cause.—O ’tis the most sensible, and best-natured little Thing. The barbarous cruel——hath destroyed us all. O my poor Children! Is this the Reward of all my Cares? Is this the Fruit of all my Prospects? Have I so chearfully undergone all the Labours and Duties of a Mother? Have I been so tender of their Infancy, so careful of their Education? Have I been toiling so many Years, denying myself even the Conveniencies of Life to provide some little Sustenance for them, to lose one or both in such a manner?’ ‘Indeed, Madam,’ said Jones, with Tears in his Eyes, ‘I pity you from my Soul.’——‘O Mr. Jones,’ answered she, ‘even you, though I know the Goodness of your Heart, can have no Idea of what I feel. The best, the kindest, the most dutiful of Children! O my poor Nancy, the Darling of my Soul! the Delight of my Eyes; the Pride of my Heart: Too much, indeed, my Pride; for to those foolish, ambitious Hopes, arising from her Beauty, I owe her Ruin. Alas! I saw with Pleasure the Liking which this young Man had for her. I thought it an honourable Affection; and flattered my foolish Vanity with the Thoughts of seeing her married to one so much her Superior. And a thousand Times in my Presence, nay, often in yours, he hath endeavoured to sooth and encourage these Hopes by the most generous Expressions of disinterested Love, which he hath always directed to my poor Girl, and which I, as well as she, believed to be real. Could I have believed that these were only Snares laid to betray the Innocence of my Child, and for the Ruin of us all?’— At these Words little Betsy came running into the Room, crying, ‘Dear Mamma, for Heaven’s sake come to my Sister; for she is in another Fit, and my Cousin can’t hold her.’ Mrs. Miller immediately obeyed the Summons; but first ordered Betsy to stay with Mr. Jones, and begged him to entertain her a few Minutes, saying, in the most pathetic Voice, ‘Good Heaven! let me preserve one of my Children at least.’

  Jones, in Compliance with this Request, did all he could to comfort the little Girl, though he was, in Reality, himself very highly affected with Mrs. Miller’s Story. He told her, ‘her Sister would be soon very well again: That by taking on in that Manner, she would not only make her Sister worse, but make her Mother ill too.’ ‘Indeed, Sir,’ says she, ‘I would not do any Thing to hurt them for the World. I would burst my Heart rather than they should see me cry.—But my poor Sister can’t see me cry.—I am afraid she will never be able to see me cry any more. Indeed, I can’t part with her; indeed I can’t.—And then poor Mamma too, what will become of her?—She says she will die too, and leave me: But I am resolved I won’t be left behind.’ ‘And are you not afraid to die, my little Betsy?’ said Jones. ‘Yes,’ answered she, ‘I was always afraid to die; because I must have left my Mamma, and my Sister; but I am not afraid of going any where with those I love.’

  Jones was so pleased with this Answer, that he eagerly kissed the Child;
and soon after Mrs. Miller returned, saying, ‘She thanked Heaven, Nancy was now come to herself. And now, Betsy,’ says she, ‘you may go in; for your Sister is better, and longs to see you.’ She then turned to Jones, and began to renew her Apologies for having disappointed him of his Breakfast.

  ‘I hope, Madam,’ said Jones, ‘I shall have a more exquisite Repast than any you could have provided for me. This, I assure you, will be the Case, if I can do any Service to this little Family of Love. But whatever Success may attend my Endeavours, I am resolved to attempt it. I am very much deceived in Mr. Nightingale, if, notwithstanding what hath happened, he hath not much Goodness of Heart at the Bottom, as well as a very violent Affection for your Daughter. If this be the Case, I think the Picture which I shall lay before him, will affect him. Endeavour, Madam, to comfort yourself, and Miss Nancy, as well as you can. I will go instantly in quest of Mr. Nightingale; and I hope to bring you good News.’

  Mrs. Miller fell upon her Knees, and invoked all the Blessings of Heaven upon Mr. Jones; to which she afterwards added the most passionate Expressions of Gratitude. He then departed to find Mr. Nightingale, and the good Woman returned to comfort her Daughter, who was somewhat cheared at what her Mother told her; and both joined in resounding the Praises of Mr. Jones.

  CHAPTER VII.

  The Interview between Mr. Jones and Mr. Nightingale.

  The Good or Evil we confer on others, very often, I believe, recoils on ourselves. For as Men of a benign Disposition enjoy their own Acts of Beneficence, equally with those to whom they are done, so there are scarce any Natures so entirely diabolical, as to be capable of doing Injuries, without paying themselves some Pangs, for the Ruin which they bring on their fellow Creatures.

  Mr. Nightingale, at least, was not such a Person. On the contrary, Jones found him in his new Lodgings, sitting melancholy by the Fire, and silently lamenting the unhappy Situation in which he had placed poor Nancy. He no sooner saw his Friend appear, than he rose hastily to meet him; and after much Congratulation said, ‘Nothing could have been more opportune than this kind Visit; for I was never more in the Spleen in my Life.’

  ‘I am sorry,’ answered Jones, ‘that I bring News very unlikely to relieve you; nay, what I am convinced must, of all other, shock you the most. However, it is necessary you should know it. Without further Preface then, I come to you, Mr. Nightingale, from a worthy Family, which you have involved in Misery and Ruin.’ Mr. Nightingale changed Colour at these Words; but Jones, without regarding it, proceeded, in the liveliest Manner, to paint the tragical Story, with which the Reader was acquainted in the last Chapter.

  Nightingale never once interrupted the Narration, though he discovered violent Emotions at many Parts of it. But when it was concluded, after fetching a deep Sigh, he said, ‘What you tell me, my Friend, affects me in the tenderest Manner. Sure there never was so cursed an Accident as the poor Girl’s betraying my Letter. Her Reputation might otherwise have been safe, and the Affair might have remained a profound Secret; and then the Girl might have gone off never the worse; for many such Things happen in this Town: And if the Husband should suspect a little, when it is too late, it will be his wiser Conduct to conceal his Suspicion both from his Wife and the World.’

  ‘Indeed, my Friend,’ answered Jones, ‘this could not have been the case with your poor Nancy. You have so entirely gained her Affections, that it is the Loss of you, and not of her Reputation, which afflicts her, and will end in the Destruction of her and her Family.’ ‘Nay, for that Matter, I promise you,’ cries Nightingale, ‘she hath my Affections so absolutely, that my Wife, whoever she is to be, will have very little Share in them.’ ‘And is it possible then,’ said Jones, ‘you can think of deserting her?’ ‘Why what can I do?’ answered the other. ‘Ask Miss Nancy,’ replied Jones warmly. ‘In the Condition to which you have reduced her, I sincerely think she ought to determine what Reparation you shall make her. Her Interest alone, and not yours, ought to be your sole Consideration. But if you ask me what you shall do? What can you do less,’ cries Jones, ‘than fulfil the Expectations of her Family, and her own. Nay, I sincerely tell you, they were mine too, ever since I first saw you together. You will pardon me, if I presume on the Friendship you have favoured me with, moved as I am with Compassion for those poor Creatures. But your own Heart will best suggest to you, whether you have never intended, by your Conduct, to persuade the Mother, as well as the Daughter, into an Opinion, that you designed honourably: And if so, though there may have been no direct Promise of Marriage in the Case, I will leave to your own good Understanding, how far you are bound to proceed.’

  ‘Nay, I must not only confess what you have hinted,’ said Nightingale; ‘but, I am afraid, even that very Promise you mention I have given.’ ‘And can you, after owning that,’ said Jones, ‘hesitate a Moment?’ ‘Consider, my Friend,’ answered the other; ‘I know you are a Man of Honour, and would advise no one to act contrary to its Rules; if there were no other Objection, can I, after this Publication of her Disgrace, think of such an Alliance with Honour?’ ‘Undoubtedly,’ replied Jones, ‘and the very best and truest Honour, which is Goodness, requires it of you. As you mention a Scruple of this Kind, you will give me Leave to examine it. Can you, with Honour, be guilty of having, under false Pretences, deceived a young Woman and her Family, and of having, by these Means, treacherously robbed her of her Innocence? Can you, with Honour, be the knowing, the wilful Occasion, nay, the artful Contriver of the Ruin of a human Being? Can you, with Honour, destroy the Fame, the Peace, nay, probably, both the Life and Soul too of this Creature? Can Honour bear the Thought, that this Creature is a tender, helpless, defenceless, young Woman? A young Woman who loves, who doats on you, who dies for you; who hath placed the utmost Confidence in your Promises, and to that Confidence hath sacrificed every Thing which is dear to her? Can Honour support such Contemplations as these a Moment?’

  ‘Common Sense, indeed,’ said Nightingale, ‘warrants all you say; but yet you well know the Opinion of the World is so contrary to it, that was I to marry a Whore, though my own, I should be ashamed of ever showing my Face again.’

  ‘Fie upon it, Mr. Nightingale,’ said Jones, ‘do not call her by so ungenerous a Name: When you promised to marry her, she became your Wife;1 and she hath sinned more against Prudence than Virtue. And what is this World, which you would be ashamed to face, but the Vile, the Foolish, and the Profligate? Forgive me, if I say such a Shame must proceed from false Modesty, which always attends false Honour as its Shadow.—But I am well assured there is not a Man of real Sense and Goodness in the World, who would not honour and applaud the Action. But admit no other would, would not your own Heart, my Friend, applaud it? And do not the warm, rapturous Sensations, which we feel from the Consciousness of an honest, noble, generous, benevolent Action, convey more Delight to the Mind, than the undeserved Praise of Millions? Set the Alternative fairly before your Eyes. On the one Side, see this poor, unhappy, tender, believing Girl, in the Arms of her wretched Mother, breathing her last. Hear her breaking Heart in Agonies, sighing out your Name; and lamenting, rather than accusing, the Cruelty which weighs her down to Destruction. Paint to your Imagination the Circumstances of her fond, despairing Parent, driven to Madness, or, perhaps, to Death, by the Loss of her lovely Daughter. View the poor, helpless, Orphan-Infant: And when your Mind hath dwelt a Moment only on such Ideas, consider yourself as the Cause of all the Ruin of this poor, little, worthy, defenceless Family. On the other Side, consider yourself as relieving them from their temporary Sufferings. Think with what Joy, with what Transports, that lovely Creature will fly to your Arms. See her Blood returning to her pale Cheeks, her Fire to her languid Eyes, and Raptures to her tortured Breast. Consider the Exultations of her Mother, the Happiness of all. Think of this little Family made, by one Act of yours, completely happy. Think of this Alternative, and sure I am mistaken in my Friend, if it requires any long Deliberation, whether he will sink these Wretches down for ever, or, by one genero
us, noble Resolution, raise them all from the Brink of Misery and Despair, to the highest Pitch of human Happiness. Add to this but one Consideration more; the Consideration that it is your Duty so to do—That the Misery from which you will relieve these poor People, is the Misery which you yourself have wilfully brought upon them.’

  ‘O my dear Friend,’ cries Nightingale, ‘I wanted not your Eloquence to rouse me. I pity poor Nancy from my Soul, and would willingly give any Thing in my Power, that no Familiarities had ever passed between us. Nay, believe me, I had many Struggles with my Passion before I could prevail with myself to write that cruel Letter, which hath caused all the Misery in that unhappy Family. If I had no Inclinations to consult but my own, I would marry her To-morrow Morning: I would, by Heaven; but you will easily imagine how impossible it would be to prevail on my Father to consent to such a Match; besides, he hath provided another for me; and To-morrow, by his express Command, I am to wait on the Lady.’

 

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