he _harmless Dove_ hatching Piety and
Affection, he enters into his Patron's Affairs with so much affected
Business, as makes him rather a _Medlar_ than a _Friend_. A fine
Complement to the Clergy by the Way!

Mrs. _Jewkes_ takes all Opportunities of insinuating her Master's _good
Qualities_, but especially his Manhood, and _Pamela_ seems as desirous
of hearing of them: _p._ 163. 'Well, well, Lambkin, (which the Foolish
often calls me) if I was in his Place, he should not have his Property
in you long questionable. Why, what would you do, said I, if you were
he?----_Not stand shill-I, shall-I, as he does; but put you and himself
both out of your Pain._'

After a long Series of Intrigue carried on between her and the Parson,
to no Purpose, but to swell _the Grain of Mustard Seed_ to _Two
Volumes_, a Swiss is introduced as an Assistant Guard, and Miss then
begins to dream: _p._ 221. 'I dream'd they were both coming to my
Bed-side, with the worst Designs; and I jump'd out of Bed in my Sleep,
and frighted Mrs. _Jewkes_; 'till, waking with the Terror, I told her my
Dream: And the wicked Creature only laughed, and said, _All I fear'd_
was but a _Dream_, as well as that; and when it was _over_, and I was
well awake, I should laugh at it as such!' These Words tho' spoke by
Mrs. _Jewkes_ in the Character of an abandon'd Profligate, yet can be of
no Service to Youth, who may take the latter Part only, and be apt to
conclude, that all _Virtue_ is but a _Dream_; and certainly they were
much better omitted than put in.

Well at Length the Squire arrives in his Fine Chariot, and now the
_Trenches_ are open'd again, and the amorous War is pursued with more
Vigour than ever; _p._ 247, 248. 'When he had supp'd, he stood up, and
said, O how happy for you it is, that you can at Will, thus make your
speaking Eyes overflow in this manner, without losing any of their
Brilliancy! You have been told, I suppose, that you are _most_ beautiful
in your Tears!--Did you ever, said he to _her_, (who all this while was
standing in one Corner of the Parlour) see a _more charming Creature
than this_? Is it to be wonder'd at, that I demean myself thus to take
Notice of her!--See, said he, and took the Glass with one Hand, and
turn'd me round with the other, _What a Shape! what a Neck! what a Hand!
and what a Bloom in that lovely Face!_----But who can describe the
Tricks and Artifices, that lie lurking in her little, plotting, guileful
Heart! 'Tis no W