rs came loaded with Rings of great Price,
and Jewels, which Fops of Quality had given her. Many of this Sort he
receiv'd, before he knew where to return 'em, or how; and on this
Occasion alone he sent her a Letter, and restor'd her Trifles, as he
call'd them: But his Habit having not made him forget his Quality and
Education, he wrote to her with all the profound Respect imaginable;
believing by her Presents, and the Liberality with which she parted with
'em, that she was of Quality. But the whole Letter, as he told me
afterwards, was to persuade her from the Honour she did him, by loving
him; urging a thousand Reasons, solid and pious, and assuring her, he
had wholly devoted the rest of his Days to Heaven, and had no Need of
those gay Trifles she had sent him, which were only fit to adorn Ladies
so fair as herself, and who had Business with this glittering World,
which he disdain'd, and had for ever abandon'd. He sent her a thousand
Blessings, and told her, she should be ever in his Prayers, tho' not in
his Heart, as she desir'd: And abundance of Goodness more he express'd,
and Counsel he gave her, which had the same Effect with his Silence; it
made her love but the more, and the more impatient she grew. She now had
a new Occasion to write, she now is charm'd with his Wit; this was the
new Subject. She rallies his Resolution, and endeavours to re-call him
to the World, by all the Arguments that human Invention is capable of.

But when she had above four Months languish'd thus in vain, not missing
one Day, wherein she went not to see him, without discovering herself to
him; she resolv'd, as her last Effort, to shew her Person, and see what
that, assisted by her Tears, and soft Words from her Mouth, could do, to
prevail upon him.

It happen'd to be on the Eve of that Day when she was to receive the
Sacrament, that she, covering herself with her Veil, came to _Vespers_,
purposing to make Choice of the conquering Friar for her Confessor.

She approach'd him; and as she did so, she trembled with Love. At last
she cry'd, _Father, my Confessor is gone for some Time from the Town,
and I am obliged To-morrow to receive, and beg you will be pleas'd to
take my Confession._

He could not refuse her; and let her into the _Sacristy_, where there is
a Confession-Chair, in which he seated himself; and on one Side of him
she kneel'd down, over-against a little Altar, where the Priests Robes
lye, on which were plac'd some lighted Wax