us Judge, who knows the secrets of all hearts; and to him I
appeal.

See there! said he: now this meek, good creature is praying for fire
from heaven upon us! O she can curse most heartily, in the spirit of
Christian meekness, I'll assure you!--Come, saucy-face, give me another
glass of wine.

So I did, as well as I could; but wept so, that he said, I suppose I
shall have some of your tears in my wine!

When he had supped, 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 wondered
at, that I demean myself thus to take notice of her?--See, said he, and
took the glass with one hand, and turned me round with the other, what
a shape! what a neck! what a hand! and what a bloom on that lovely
face!--But who can describe the tricks and artifices, that lie lurking
in her little, plotting, guileful heart! 'Tis no wonder the poor parson
was infatuated with her.--I blame him less than I do her; for who could
expect such artifice in so young a sorceress?

I went to the farther part of the room, and held my face against the
wainscot; and in spite of all I could do to refrain crying, sobbed as
if my heart would break. He said, I am surprised, Mrs. Jewkes, at the
mistake of the letters you tell me of! But, you see, I am not afraid any
body should read what I write. I don't carry on private correspondences,
and reveal every secret that comes to my knowledge, and then corrupt
people to carry my letters against their duty, and all good conscience.

Come hither, hussy! said he: You and I have a dreadful reckoning to
make. Why don't you come, when I bid you?--Fie upon it, Mrs. Pamela,
said she. What! not stir, when his honour commands you to come to
him!--Who knows but his goodness will forgive you?

He came to me, (for I had no power to stir,) and put his arms about my
neck, and would kiss me; and said, Well, Mrs. Jewkes, if it were not for
the thought of this cursed parson, I believe in my heart, so great is my
weakness, that I could not forgive this intriguing little slut, and take
her to my bosom.

O, said the sycophant, you are very good, sir, very forgiving,
indeed!--But come, added the proflig