The cynical reflections of that
bad man on Lord Fellamar, and his relations with Mrs. Jones, will
only cause indignation and contempt among her innumerable and
honourable admirers. They will remember the critical and painful
circumstances as recorded in Mr. Henry Fielding's biography of Mr.
Jones.
Parcius junctas quatiunt fenestras
Ictibus crebris juvenes protervi.
Curse upon thy stars, Jack! How long wilt thou beat me about the
head with thy musty citations from Nat Lee and thy troop of
poetical divines? Thou hast driven me to motto-hunting for the
comeliness of mine epistle, like the weekly scribblers. See, Jack,
I have an adventure to tell thee! It is not the avenging Morden
that hath flashed through the window, sword in hand, as in my
frightful dream; nor hath the statue of the Commandant visited me,
like Don Juan, that Rake of Spain; but a challenger came hither
that is not akin to my beloved Miss. Dost remember a tall, fresh-
coloured, cudgel-playing oaf that my Lady Bellaston led about with
her--as maids lead apes in hell, though he more of an ape than she
of a maid--'tis a year gone? This brawny-beefed chairman hath
married a fortune and a delicious girl, you dog, Miss Sophia
Western, of Somerset, and is now in train, I doubt not, to beget as
goodly a tribe of chuckle-headed boys and whey-faced wenches as you
shall see round an old squire's tomb in a parish church.
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