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Henry Fielding, Shamela



AN

APOLOGY

FOR THE

LIFE

OF

Mrs. SHAMELA ANDREWS.

In which, the many notorious FALSHOODS and MISREPRSENTATIONS of a

Book called

_PAMELA_,

Are exposed and refuted; and all the matchless ARTS of that young

Politician, set in a true and just Light.

Together with

A full Account of all that passed between her and Parson _Arthur

Williams_; whose Character is represented in a manner something

different from that which he bears in _PAMELA_. The whole being exact

Copies of authentick Papers delivered to the Editor.

Necessary to be had in all FAMILIES.

By Mr. _CONNY KEYBER_.

_LONDON_:

Printed for A. Dodd, at the _Peacock_, without _Temple-bar_.

M. DCC. XLI.

To Miss _Fanny_, _&c._

MADAM,

It will be naturally expected, that when I write the Life of

_Shamela_, I should dedicate it to some young Lady, whose Wit and

Beauty might be the proper Subject of a Comparison with the Heroine

of my Piece. This, those, who see I have done it in prefixing your

Name to my Work, will much more confirmedly expect me to do; and,

indeed, your Character would enable me to run some Length into a

Parallel, tho' you, nor any one else, are at all like the matchless

_Shamela_.

You see, Madam, I have some Value for your Good-nature, when in a

Dedication, which is properly a Panegyrick, I speak against, not for

you; but I remember it is a Life which I am presenting you, and why

should I expose my Veracity to any Hazard in the Front of the Work,

considering what I have done in the Body. Indeed, I wish it was

possible to write a Dedication, and get any thing by it, without one

Word of Flattery; but since it is not, come on, and I hope to shew my

Delicacy at least in the Compliments I intend to pay you.

_First_, then, Madam, I must tell the World, that you have tickled up

and brightned many Strokes in this Work by your Pencil.

_Secondly_, You have intimately conversed with me, one of the

greatest Wits and Scholars of my Age.

_Thirdly_, You keep very good Hours, and frequently spend an useful

Day before others begin to enjoy it. This I will take my Oath on; for

I am admitted to your Presence in a Morning before other People's

Servants are up; when I have constantly found you reading in good

Books; and if ever I have drawn you upon me, I have always felt you

very heavy.

_Fourthly_, You have a Virtue which enables you to rise early and

study hard, and that is, forbearing to over-eat yourself, and this in

spite of all the luscious Temptations of Puddings and Custards,

exciting the Brute (as Dr. _Woodward_ calls it) to rebel. This is a

Virtue which I can greatly admire, though I much question whether I

could imitate it.

_Fifthly_, A Circumstance greatly to your Honour, that by means of

your extraordinary Merit and Beauty; you was carried into the

Ball-Room at the _Bath_, by the discerning Mr. _Nash_; before the Age

that other young Ladies generally arrived at that Honour, and while

your Mamma herself existed in her perfect Bloom. Here you was

observed in Dancing to balance your Body exactly, and to weigh every

Motion with the exact and equal Measure of Time and Tune; and though

you sometimes made a false Step, by leaning too much to one Side; yet

every body said you would one time or other, dance perfectly well,

and uprightly.

_Sixthly_, I cannot forbear mentioning those pretty little Sonnets,

and sprightly Compositions, which though they came from you with so

much Ease, might be mentioned to the Praise of a great or grave

Character.

And now, Madam, I have done with you; it only remains to pay my

Acknowledgments to an Author, whose Stile I have exactly followed in

this Life, it being the properest for Biography. The Reader, I

believe, easily guesses, I mean _Euclid's Elements_; it was _Euclid_

who taught me to write. It is you, Madam, who pay me for Writing.

Therefore I am to both,

_A most Obedient, and_

_obliged humble Servant_,

Conny Keyber.

 

LETTERS

TO THE

EDITOR.

The EDITOR to _Himself_.

_Dear SIR_,

However you came by the excellent _Shamela_, out with it, without

Fear or Favour, Dedication and all; believe me, it will go through

many Editions, be translated into all Languages, read in all Nations

and Ages, and to say a bold Word, it will do more good than the

_C----y_ have done harm in the World,

_I am, Sir,_

_Sincerely your Well-wisher_,

Yourself.

[Illustration]

JOHN PUFF, _Esq; to the_ EDITOR.

_SIR_,

I have read your _Shamela_ through and through, and a most inimitable

Performance it is. Who is he, what is he that could write so

excellent a Book? he must be doubtless most agreeable to the Age, and

to _his Honour_ himself; for he is able to draw every thing to

Perfection but Virtue. Whoever the Author be, he hath one of the

worst and most fashionable Hearts in the World, and I would recommend

to him, in his next Performance, to undertake the Life of _his

Honour_. For he who drew the Character of Parson _Williams_, is equal

to the Task; nay he seems to have little more to do than to pull off

the Parson's Gown, and _that_ which makes him so agreeable to

_Shamela_, and the Cap will fit.

_I am, Sir,_

_Your humble Servant_,

JOHN PUFF.

_Note_, Reader, several other COMMENDATORY LETTERS and COPIES OF

VERSES will be prepared against the NEXT EDITION.

AN

APOLOGY

For the LIFE of

Mrs. SHAMELA ANDREWS.

_Parson_ TICKLETEXT _to Parson_ OLIVER.

_Rev. SIR_,

Herewith I transmit you a Copy of sweet, dear, pretty _Pamela_, a

little Book which this Winter hath produced, of which, I make no

doubt, you have already heard mention from some of your Neighbouring

Clergy; for we have made it our common Business here, not only to cry

it up, but to preach it up likewise: The Pulpit, as well as the

Coffee-house, hath resounded with its Praise, and it is expected

shortly, that his L--p will recommend it in a ---- Letter to our

whole Body.

And this Example, I am confident, will be imitated by all our Cloth

in the Country: For besides speaking well of a Brother, in the

Character of the Reverend Mr. _Williams_, the useful and truly

religious Doctrine of _Grace_ is every where inculcated.

This Book is the “SOUL of _Religion_, Good-Breeding, Discretion,

Good-Nature, Wit, Fancy, Fine Thought, and Morality. There is an

Ease, a natural Air, a dignified Simplicity, and MEASURED FULLNESS in

it, that RESEMBLING LIFE, OUT-GLOWS IT. The Author hath reconciled

the _pleasing_ to the _proper_; the Thought is every where exactly

cloathed by the Expression; and becomes its Dress as _roundly_ and as

close as _Pamela_ her Country Habit; or _as she doth her no Habit_,

when modest Beauty seeks to hide itself, by casting off the Pride of

Ornament, and displays itself without any Covering;” which it

frequently doth in this admirable Work, and presents Images to the

Reader, which the coldest Zealot cannot read without Emotion.

For my own Part (and, I believe, I may say the same of all the Clergy

of my Acquaintance) “I have done nothing but read it to others, and

hear others again read it to me, ever since it came into my Hands;

and I find I am like to do nothing else, for I know not how long yet

to come: because if I lay the Book down _it comes after me_. When it

has dwelt all Day long upon the Ear, it takes Possession all Night of

the Fancy. It hath Witchcraft in every Page of it.----Oh! I feel an

Emotion even while I am relating this: Methinks I see _Pamela_ at

this Instant, with all the Pride of Ornament cast off.

“Little Book, charming _Pamela_, get thee gone; face the World, in

which thou wilt find nothing like thyself.” Happy would it be for

Mankind, if all other Books were burnt, that we might do nothing but

read thee all Day, and dream of thee all Night. Thou alone art

sufficient to teach us as much Morality as we want. Dost thou not

teach us to pray, to sing Psalms, and to honour the Clergy? Are not

these the whole Duty of Man? Forgive me, O Author of _Pamela_,

mentioning the Name of a Book so unequal to thine: But, now I think

of it, who is the Author, where is he, what is he, that hath hitherto

been able to hide such an encircling, all-mastering Spirit, “he

possesses every Quality that Art could have charm'd by: yet hath lent

it to and concealed it in Nature. The Comprehensiveness of his

Imagination must be truly prodigious! It has stretched out this

diminutive mere Grain of Mustard-seed (a poor Girl's little, _&c._)

into a Resemblance of that Heaven, which the best of good Books has

compared it to.”

To be short, this Book will live to the Age of the Patriarchs, and

like them will carry on the good Work many hundreds of Years hence,

among our Posterity, who will not HESITATE their Esteem with

Restraint. If the _Romans_ granted Exemptions to Men who begat a

_few_ Children for the Republick, what Distinction (if Policy and we

should ever be reconciled) should we find to reward this Father of

Millions, which are to owe Formation to the future Effect of his

Influence.----I feel another Emotion.

As soon as you have read this yourself five or six Times over (which

may possibly happen within a Week) I desire you would give it to my

little God-Daughter, as a Present from me. This being the only

Education we intend henceforth to give our Daughters. And pray let

your Servant-Maids read it over, or read it to them. Both your self

and the neighbouring Clergy, will supply yourselves for the Pulpit

from the Book-sellers, as soon as the fourth Edition is published. I

am,

_Sir,_

_Your most humble Servant_,

THO. TICKLETEXT.

_Parson_ OLIVER _to Parson_ TICKLETEXT.

_Rev. SIR_,

I Received the Favour of yours with the inclosed Book, and really

must own myself sorry, to see the Report I have heard of an

epidemical Phrenzy now raging in Town, confirmed in the Person of my

Friend.

If I had not known your Hand, I should, from the Sentiments and Stile

of the Letter, have imagined it to have come from the Author of the

famous Apology, which was sent me last Summer; and on my reading the

remarkable Paragraph of _measured Fulness, that resembling Life

out-glows it_, to a young Baronet, he cry'd out, _C----ly C----b--r_

by G----. But I have since observed, that this, as well as many other

Expressions in your Letter, was borrowed from those remarkable

Epistles, which the Author, or the Editor hath prefix'd to the second

Edition which you send me of his Book.

Is it possible that you or any of your Function can be in earnest, or

think the Cause of Religion, or Morality, can want such slender

Support? God forbid they should. As for Honour to the Clergy, I am

sorry to see them so solicitous about it; for if worldly Honour be

meant, it is what their Predecessors in the pure and primitive Age,

never had or sought. Indeed the secure Satisfaction of a good

Conscience, the Approbation of the Wise and Good, (which, never were

or will be the Generality of Mankind) and the extatick Pleasure of

contemplating, that their Ways are acceptable to the Great Creator of

the Universe, will always attend those, who really deserve these

Blessings: But for worldly Honours, they are often the Purchase of

Force and Fraud, we sometimes see them in an eminent Degree possessed

by Men, who are notorious for Luxury, Pride, Cruelty, Treachery, and

the most abandoned Prostitution; Wretches who are ready to invent and

maintain Schemes repugnant to the Interest, the Liberty, and the

Happiness of Mankind, not to supply their Necessities, or even

Conveniencies, but to pamper their Avarice and Ambition. And if this

be the Road to worldly Honours, God forbid the Clergy should be even

suspected of walking in it.

The History of _Pamela_ I was acquainted with long before I received

it from you, from my Neighbourhood to the Scene of Action. Indeed I

was in hopes that young Woman would have contented herself with the

Good-fortune she hath attained; and rather suffered her little Arts

to have been forgotten than have revived their Remembrance, and

endeavoured by perverting and misrepresenting Facts to be thought to

deserve what she now enjoys: for though we do not imagine her the

Author of the Narrative itself, yet we must suppose the Instructions

were given by her, as well as the Reward, to the Composer. Who that

is, though you so earnestly require of me, I shall leave you to guess

from that _Ciceronian_ Eloquence, with which the Work abounds; and

that excellent Knack of making every Character amiable, which he lays

his hands on.

But before I send you some Papers relating to this Matter, which will

set _Pamela_ and some others in a very different Light, than that in

which they appear in the printed Book, I must beg leave to make some

few Remarks on the Book itself, and its Tendency, (admitting it to be

a true Relation,) towards improving Morality, or doing any good,

either to the present Age, or Posterity: which when I have done, I

shall, I flatter myself, stand excused from delivering it, either

into the hands of my Daughter, or my Servant-Maid.

The Instruction which it conveys to Servant-Maids, is, I think, very

plainly this, To look out for their Masters as sharp as they can. The

Consequences of which will be, besides Neglect of their Business, and

the using all manner of Means to come at Ornaments of their Persons,

that if the Master is not a Fool, they will be debauched by him; and

if he is a Fool, they will marry him. Neither of which, I apprehend,

my good Friend, we desire should be the Case of our Sons.

And notwithstanding our Author's Professions of Modesty, which in my

Youth I have heard at the Beginning of an Epilogue, I cannot agree

that my Daughter should entertain herself with some of his Pictures;

which I do not expect to be contemplated without Emotion, unless by

one of my Age and Temper, who can see the Girl lie on her Back, with

one Arm round Mrs. _Jewkes_ and the other round the Squire, naked in

Bed, with his Hand on her Breasts, _&c._ with as much Indifference as

I read any other Page in the whole Novel. But surely this, and some

other Descriptions, will not be put into the hands of his Daughter by

any wise Man, though I believe it will be difficult for him to keep

them from her; especially if the Clergy in Town have cried and

preached it up as you say.

But, my Friend, the whole Narrative is such a Misrepresentation of

Facts, such a Perversion of Truth, as you will, I am perswaded,

agree, as soon as you have perused the Papers I now inclose to you,

that I hope you or some other well-disposed Person, will communicate

these Papers to the Publick, that this little Jade may not impose on

the World, as she hath on her Master.

The true name of this Wench was SHAMELA, and not _Pamela_, as she

stiles herself. Her Father had in his Youth the Misfortune to appear

in no good Light at the _Old-Bailey_; he afterwards served in the

Capacity of a Drummer in one of the _Scotch_ Regiments in the _Dutch_

Service; where being drummed out, he came over to _England_, and

turned Informer against several Persons on the late Gin-Act; and

becoming acquainted with an Hostler at an Inn, where a _Scotch_

Gentleman's Horses stood, he hath at last by his Interest obtain'd a

pretty snug Place in the _Custom-house_. Her Mother sold Oranges in

the Play-House; and whether she was married to her Father or no, I

never could learn.

* * * * *

After this short Introduction, the rest of her History will appear in

the following Letters, which I assure you are authentick.

[Illustration]

LETTER I.

SHAMELA ANDREWS _to Mrs._ HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS _at her

Lodgings at the_ Fan _and_ Pepper-Box _in_ Drury-Lane.

_Dear Mamma_,

This comes to acquaint you, that I shall set out in the Waggon on

_Monday_, desiring you to commodate me with a Ludgin, as near you as

possible, in _Coulstin's-Court_, or _Wild-Street_, or somewhere

thereabouts; pray let it be handsome, and not above two Stories high:

For Parson _Williams_ hath promised to visit me when he comes to

Town, and I have got a good many fine Cloaths of the Old Put my

Mistress's, who died a wil ago; and I beleve Mrs. _Jervis_ will come

along with me, for she says she would like to keep a House somewhere

about _Short's-Gardens_, or towards _Queen-Street_; and if there was

convenience for a _Bannio_, she should like it the better; but that

she will settle herself when she comes to Town.----_O! How I long to

be in the Balconey at the Old House_----so no more at present from

_Your affectionate Daughter_,

SHAMELA.

LETTER II.

SHAMELA ANDREWS _to_ HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS.

_Dear Mamma_,

O what News, since I writ my last! the young Squire hath been here,

and as sure as a Gun he hath taken a Fancy to me; _Pamela_, says he,

(for so I am called here) you was a great Favourite of your late

Mistress's; yes, an't please your Honour; says I; and I believe you

deserved it, says he; thank your Honour for your good Opinion, says

I; and then he took me by the Hand, and I pretended to be shy: Laud,

says I, Sir, I hope you don't intend to be rude; no, says he, my

Dear, and then he kissed me, 'till he took away my breath----and I

pretended to be Angry, and to get away, and then he kissed me again,

and breathed very short, and looked very silly; and by Ill-Luck Mrs.

_Jervis_ came in, and had like to have spoiled Sport.----_How

troublesome is such Interruption!_ You shall hear now soon, for I

shall not come away yet, so I rest,

_Your affectionate Daughter_,

SHAMELA.

LETTER III.

HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS _to_ SHAMELA ANDREWS.

_Dear Sham_,

Your last Letter hath put me into a great hurry of Spirits, for you

have a very difficult Part to act. I hope you will remember your Slip

with Parson _Williams_, and not be guilty of any more such Folly.

Truly, a Girl who hath once known what is what, is in the highest

Degree inexcusable if she respects her _Digressions_; but a Hint of

this is sufficient. When Mrs. _Jervis_ thinks of coming to Town, I

believe I can procure her a good House, and fit for the Business; so

I am,

_Your affectionate Mother_,

HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS.

LETTER IV.

SHAMELA ANDREWS _to_ HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS.

Marry come up, good Madam, the Mother had never looked into the Oven

for her Daughter, if she had not been there herself. I shall never

have done if you upbraid me with having had a small One by _Arthur

Williams_, when you yourself--but I say no more. _O! What fine Times

when the Kettle calls the Pot._ Let me do what I will, I say my

Prayers as often as another, and I read in good Books, as often as I

have Leisure; and Parson _William_ says, that will make amends.--So

no more, but I rest

_Your afflicted Daughter_,

S----.

LETTER V.

HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS _to_ SHAMELA ANDREWS.

_Dear Child_,

Why will you give such way to your Passion? How could you imagine I

should be such a Simpleton, as to upbraid thee with being thy

Mother's own Daughter! When I advised you not to be guilty of Folly,

I meant no more than that you should take care to be well paid

before-hand, and not trust to Promises, which a Man seldom keeps,

after he hath had his wicked Will. And seeing you have a rich Fool to

deal with, your not making a good Market will be the more

inexcusable; indeed, with such Gentlemen as Parson _Williams_, there

is more to be said; for they have nothing to give, and are commonly

otherwise the best sort of Men. I am glad to hear you read good

Books, pray continue so to do. I have inclosed you one of Mr.

_Whitefield's_ Sermons, and also the Dealings with him, and am

_Your affectionate Mother_,

HENRIETTA MARIA, _&c._

LETTER VI.

SHAMELA ANDREWS _to_ HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS.

O Madam, I have strange Things to tell you! As I was reading in that

charming Book about the Dealings, in comes my Master--to be sure he

is a precious One. _Pamela_, says he, what Book is that, I warrant

you _Rochester's_ Poems.--No, forsooth, says I, as pertly as I could;

why how now Saucy Chops, Boldface, says he--Mighty pretty Words, says

I, pert again.--Yes (says he) you are a d--d, impudent, stinking,

cursed, confounded Jade, and I have a great Mind to kick your A----.

You, kiss ---- says I. A-gad, says he, and so I will; with that he

caught me in his Arms, and kissed me till he made my Face all over

Fire. Now this served purely you know, to put upon the Fool for

Anger. O! What precious Fools Men are! And so I flung from him in a

mighty Rage, and pretended as how I would go out at the Door; but

when I came to the End of the Room, I stood still, and my Master

cryed out, Hussy, Slut, Saucebox, Boldface, come hither----Yes to be

sure, says I; why don't you come, says he; what should I come for

says I; if you don't come to me, I'll come to you, says he; I shan't

come to you I assure you, says I. Upon which he run up, caught me in

his Arms, and flung me upon a Chair, and began to offer to touch my

Under-Petticoat. Sir, says I, you had better not offer to be rude;

well, says he, no more I won't then; and away he went out of the

Room. I was so mad to be sure I could have cry'd.

_Oh what a prodigious Vexation it is to a Woman to be made a Fool

of._

Mrs. _Jervis_ who had been without, harkening, now came to me. She

burst into a violent Laugh the Moment she came in. Well, says she, as

soon as she could speak, I have Reason to bless myself that I am an

Old Woman. Ah Child! if you had known the Jolly Blades of my Age, you

would not have been left in the lurch in this manner. Dear Mrs.

_Jervis_, says I, don't laugh at one; and to be sure I was a little

angry With her.----Come, says she, my dear Honeysuckle, I have one

Game to play for you; he shall see you in Bed; he shall, my little

Rosebud, he shall see those pretty, little, white, round,

panting----and offer'd to pull off my Handkerchief.--Fie, Mrs.

_Jervis_, says I, you make me blush, and upon my Fackins, I believe

she did: She went on thus. I know the Squire likes you, and

notwithstanding the Aukwardness of his Proceeding, I am convinced

hath some hot Blood in his Veins, which will not let him rest, 'till

he hath communicated some of his Warmth to thee my little Angel; I

heard him last Night at our Door, trying if it was open, now to-night

I will take care it shall be so; I warrant that he makes the second

Trial; which if he doth, he shall find us ready to receive him. I

will at first counterfeit Sleep, and after a Swoon; so that he will

have you naked in his Possession: and then if you are disappointed, a

Plague of all young Squires, say I.----And so, Mrs. _Jervis_, says I,

you would have me yield myself to him, would you; you would have me

be a second Time a Fool for nothing. Thank you for that, Mrs.

_Jervis_. For nothing! marry forbid, says she, you know he hath large

Sums of Money, besides abundance of fine Things; and do you think,

when you have inflamed him, by giving his Hand a Liberty with that

charming Person; and that you know he may easily think he obtains

against your Will, he will not give any thing to come at all----.

This will not do, Mrs. _Jervis_, answered I. I Have heard my Mamma

say, (and so you know, Madam, I have) that in her Youth, Fellows have

often taken away in the Morning, what they gave over Night. No, Mrs.

_Jervis_, nothing under a regular taking into Keeping, a settled

Settlement, for me, and all my Heirs, all my whole Life-time, shall

do the Business----or else cross-legged, is the Word, faith, with

_Sham_; and then I snapt my Fingers.

_Thursday Night, Twelve o'Clock._

Mrs. _Jervis_ and I are just in Bed, and the Door unlocked; if my

Master should come----Odsbobs! I hear him just coming in at the Door.

You see I write in the present Tense, as Parson _Williams_ says.

Well, he is in Bed between us, we both shamming a Sleep, he steals

his Hand into my Bosom, which I, as if in my Sleep, press close to me

with mine, and then pretend to awake.--I no sooner see him, but I

Scream out to Mrs. _Jervis_, she feigns likewise but just to come to

herself; we both begin, she to becall, and I to bescratch very

liberally. After having made a pretty free Use of my Fingers, without

any great Regard to the Parts I attack'd, I counterfeit a Swoon. Mrs.

_Jervis_ then cries out, O, Sir, what have you done, you have

murthered poor _Pamela_: she is gone, she is gone.----

_O what a Difficulty it is to keep one's Countenance, when a violent

Laugh desires to burst forth._

The poor Booby frightned out of his Wits, jumped out of Bed, and, in

his Shirt, sat down by my Bed-Side, pale and trembling, for the Moon

shone, and I kept my Eyes wide open, and pretended to fix them in my

Head. Mrs. _Jervis_ apply'd Lavender Water, and Hartshorn, and this,

for a full half Hour; when thinking I had carried it on long enough,

and being likewise unable to continue the Sport any longer, I began

by Degrees to come to my self.

The Squire, who had sat all this while speechless, and was almost

really in that Condition, which I feigned, the Moment he Saw me give

Symptoms of recovering my Senses, fell down on his Knees; and O

_Pamela_, cryed he, can you forgive me, my injured Maid? by Heaven, I

know not whether you are a Man or a Woman, unless by your swelling

Breasts. Will you promise to forgive me: I forgive you! D--n you

(says I) and d--n you says he, if you come to that. I wish I had

never seen your bold Face, saucy Sow, and so went out of the Room.

_O what a silly Fellow is a bashful young Lover!_

He was no Sooner out of hearing, as we thought, than we both burst

into a violent Laugh. Well, says Mrs. _Jervis_, I never saw any thing

better acted than your Part: But I wish you may not have discouraged

him from any future Attempt; especially since his Passions are so

cool, that you could prevent his Hands going further than your Bosom.

Hang him, answered I, he is not quite so cold as that I assure you;

our Hands, on neither side, were idle in the Scuffle, nor have left

us any Doubt of each other as to that matter.

_Friday Morning._

My Master sent for Mrs. _Jervis_ as soon as he was up, and bid her

give an Account of the Plate and Linnen in her Care; and told her, he

was resolved that both she and the little Gipsy (I'll assure him)

should set out together. Mrs. _Jervis_ made him a saucy Answer; which

any Servant of Spirit, you know, would, tho' it should be one's Ruin;

and came immediately in Tears to me, crying, she had lost her Place

on my Account, and that she should be forced to take to a House, as I

mentioned before; and that she hoped I would, at least, make her all

the amends in my power, for her Loss on my Account, and come to her

House whenever I was sent for. Never fear, says I, I'll warrant we

are not so near being turned away, as you imagine; and, i'cod, now it

comes into my Head, I have a Fetch for him, and you shall assist me

in it. But it being now late, and my Letter pretty long, no more at

present from

_Your Dutiful Daughter_,

SHAMELA.

LETTER VII.

_Mrs._ LUCRETIA JERVIS _to_ HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS.

_Madam_,

Miss _Sham_ being set out in a Hurry for my Master's House in

_Lincolnshire_, desired me to acquaint you with the Success of her

Stratagem, which was to dress herself in the plain Neatness of a

Farmer's Daughter, for she before wore the Cloaths of my late

Mistress, and to be introduced by me as a Stranger to her Master. To

say the Truth, she became the Dress extremely, and if I was to keep a

House a thousand Years, I would never desire a prettier Wench in it.

As soon as my Master saw her, he immediately threw his Arms round her

Neck, and smothered her with Kisses (for indeed he hath but very

little to say for himself to a Woman.) He swore that _Pamela_ was an

ugly Slut, (pardon, dear Madam, the Coarseness of the Expression)

compared to such divine Excellence. He added, he would turn _Pamela_

away immediately, and take this new Girl, whom he thought to be one

of his Tenant's Daughters, in her Room.

Miss _Sham_ smiled at these Words, and so did your humble Servant,

which he perceiving, looked very earnestly at your fair Daughter, and

discovered the Cheat.

How, _Pamela_, says he, is it you? I thought, Sir, said Miss, after

what had happened, you would have known me in any Dress. No, Hussy,

says he, but after what hath happened, I should know thee out of any

Dress from all thy Sex. He then was what we Women call rude, when

done in the Presence of others; but it seems it is not the first

time, and Miss defended herself with great Strength and Spirit.

The Squire, who thinks her a pure Virgin, and who knows nothing of my

Character, resolved to send her into _Lincolnshire_, on Pretence of

conveying her home; where our old Friend _Nanny Jewkes_ is

Housekeeper, and where Miss had her small one by Parson _Williams_

about a Year ago. This is a Piece of News communicated to us by

_Robin_ Coachman, who is intrusted by his Master to carry on this

Affair privately for him: But we hang together, I believe, as well as

any Family of Servants in the Nation.

You will, I believe, Madam, wonder that the Squire, who doth not want

Generosity, should never have mentioned a Settlement all this while,

I believe it slips his Memory: But it will not be long first, no

doubt: For, as I am convinced the young Lady will do nothing

unbecoming your Daughter, nor ever admit him to taste her Charms,

without something sure and handsome before-hand; so, I am certain,

the Squire will never rest till they have danced _Adam_ and _Eve's_

kissing Dance together. Your Daughter set out Yesterday Morning, and

told me, as soon as she arrived, you might depend on hearing from

her.

Be pleased to make my Compliments acceptable to Mrs. _Davis_ and Mrs.

_Silvester_, and Mrs. _Jolly_, and all Friends, and permit me the

Honour, Madam, to be with the utmost Sincerity,

_Your most Obedient_,

_Humble Servant_,

LUCRETIA JERVIS.

If the Squire should continue his Displeasure against me, so as to

insist on the Warning he hath given me, you will see me soon, and I

will lodge in the same House with you, if you have room, till I can

provide for my self to my Liking.

LETTER VIII.

HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS _to_ LUCRETIA JERVIS.

_Madam_,

I Received the Favour of your Letter, and I find you have not forgot

your usual Poluteness, which you learned when you was in keeping with

a Lord.

I am very much obliged to you for your Care of my Daughter, am glad

to hear she hath taken such good Resolutions, and hope she will have

sufficient Grace to maintain them.

All Friends are well, and remember to you. You will excuse the

Shortness of this Scroll; for I have Sprained my right Hand, with

boxing three new made Officers.--Tho' to my Comfort, I beat them all.

I rest,

_Your Friend and Servant_,

HENRIETTA, _&c._

LETTER IX.

SHAMELA ANDREWS _to_ HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS.

_Dear Mamma_,

I Suppose Mrs. _Jervis_ acquainted you with what past 'till I left

_Bedfordshire_; whence I am after a very pleasant Journey arrived in

_Lincolnshire_, with your old Acquaintance Mrs. _Jewkes_, who

formerly helped Parson _Williams_ to me; and now designs I see, to

sell me to my Master; thank her for that; she will find two Words go

to that Bargain.

The Day after my Arrival here, I received a Letter from Mr.

_Williams_, and as you have often desired to see one from him, I have

inclosed it to you; it is, I think, the finest I ever received from

that charming Man, and full of a great deal of Learning.

_O! What a brave Thing it is to be a Schollard, and to be able to

talk Latin._

_Parson_ WILLIAMS _to_ PAMELA ANDREWS.

_Mrs. Pamela_,

Having learnt by means of my Clerk, who Yesternight visited the

Rev^d. Mr. _Peters_ with my Commands, that you are returned into this

County, I purposed to have saluted your fair Hands this Day towards

Even: But am obliged to sojourn this Night at a neighbouring

Clergyman's; where we are to pierce a Virgin Barrel of Ale, in a Cup

of which I shall not be unmindful to celebrate your Health.

I hope you have remembered your Promise, to bring me a leaden

Canister of Tobacco (the Saffron Cut) for in Troth, this Country at

present affords nothing worthy the replenishing a Tube with.----Some

I tasted, the other Day at an Alehouse, gave me the Heart-Burn, tho'

I filled no oftner than five times.

I was greatly concerned to learn, that your late Lady left you

nothing, tho' I cannot say the Tidings much surprized me: For I am

too intimately acquainted with the Family; (myself, Father, and

Grandfather having been successive Incumbents on the same Cure, which

you know is in their Gift) I say, I am too well acquainted with them

to expect much from their Generosity. They are in Verity, as

worthless a Family as any other whatever. The young Gentleman I am

informed, is a perfect Reprobate that he hath an _Ingenium Versatile_

to every Species of Vice, which, indeed, no one can much wonder at,

who animadverts on that want of Respect to the Clergy, which was

observable in him when a Child, I remember when he was at the Age of

Eleven only, he met my Father without either pulling off his Hat, or

riding out of the way. Indeed, a Contempt of the Clergy is the

fashionable Vice of the Times; but let such Wretches know, they

cannot hate, detest, and despise us, half so much as we do them.

However, I have prevailed on myself to write a civil Letter to your

Master, as there is a Probability of his being shortly in a Capacity

of rendring me a Piece of Service; my good Friend and Neighbour the

Rev^d. Mr. _Squeeze-Tithe_ being, as I am informed by one whom I have

employed to attend for that Purpose, very near his Dissolution.

You see, sweet Mrs. _Pamela_, the Confidence with which I dictate

these Things to you; whom after those Endearments which have passed

between us, I must in some Respects estimate as my Wife: For tho' the

Omission of the Service was a Sin; yet, as I have told you, it was a

venial One, of which I have truly repented, as I hope you have; and

also that you have continued the wholsome Office of reading good

Books, and are improved in your Psalmody, of which I shall have a

speedy Trial: For I purpose to give you a Sermon next _Sunday_, and

shall spend the Evening with you, in Pleasures, which tho' not

strictly innocent, are however to be purged away by frequent and

sincere Repentance. I am,

_Sweet Mrs._ Pamela,

_Your faithful Servant_,

ARTHUR WILLIAMS.

You find, Mamma, what a charming way he hath of Writing, and yet I

assure you, that is not the most charming thing belonging to him:

For, tho' he doth not put any Dears, and Sweets, and Loves into his

Letters, yet he says a thousand of them: For he can be as fond of a

Woman, as any Man living.

_Sure Women are great Fools, when they prefer a laced Coat to the

Clergy, whom it is our Duty to honour and respect._

Well, on _Sunday_ Parson _Williams_ came, according to his Promise,

and an excellent Sermon he preached; his Text was, _Be not Righteous

over much_; and, indeed, he handled it in a very fine way; he shewed

us that the Bible doth not require too much Goodness of us, and that

People very often call things Goodness that are not so. That to go to

Church, and to pray, and to sing Psalms, and to honour the Clergy,

and to repent, is true Religion; and 'tis not doing good to one

another, for that is one of the greatest Sins we can commit, when we

don't do it for the sake of Religion. That those People who talk of

Vartue and Morality, are the wickedest of all Persons. That 'tis not

what we do, but what we believe, that must save us, and a great many

other good Things; I wish I could remember them all.

As soon as Church was over, he came to the Squire's House, and drank

Tea with Mrs. _Jewkes_ and me; after which Mrs. _Jewkes_ went out and

left us together for an Hour and half--Oh! he is a charming Man.

After Supper he went Home, and then Mrs. _Jewkes_ began to catechize

me, about my Familiarity with him. I see she wants him herself. Then

she proceeded to tell me what an Honour my Master did me in liking

me, and that it was both an inexcusable Folly and Pride in me, to

pretend to refuse him any Favour. Pray, Madam, says I, consider I am

a poor Girl, and have nothing but my Modesty to trust to. If I part

with that, what will become of me. Methinks, says she, you are not so

mighty modest when you are with Parson _Williams_; I have observed

you gloat at one another, in a Manner that hath made me blush. I

assure you, I shall let the Squire know what sort of Man he is; you

may do your Will, says I, as long as he hath a Vote for

Pallamant-Men, the Squire dares do nothing to offend him; and you

will only shew that you are jealous of him, and that's all. How now,

Mynx, says she; Mynx! No more Mynx than yourself, says I; with that

she hit me a Slap on the Shoulder; and I flew at her and scratched

her Face, i'cod, 'till she went crying out of the Room; so no more at

present, from

_Your Dutiful Daughter_,

SHAMELA.

LETTER X.

SHAMELA ANDREWS _to_ HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS.

O Mamma! Rare News! As soon as I was up this Morning, a Letter was

brought me from the Squire, of which I send you a Copy.

_Squire_ BOOBY _to_ PAMELA.

_Dear Creature_,

I hope you are not angry with me for the Deceit put upon you, in

conveying you to _Lincolnshire_, when you imagined yourself going to

_London_. Indeed, my dear _Pamela_, I cannot live without you; and

will very shortly come down and convince you, that my Designs are

better than you imagine, and such as you may with Honour comply with.

I am,

_My Dear Creature_,

_Your doating Lover_,

BOOBY.

* * * * *

Now, Mamma, what think you?----For my own Part, I am convinced he

will marry me, and faith so he shall. O! Bless me! I shall be Mrs.

_Booby_ and be Mistress of a great Estate, and have a dozen Coaches

and Six, and a fine House at _London_, and another at _Bath_, and

Servants, and Jewels, and Plate, and go to Plays, and Opera's, and

Court; and do what I will, and spend what I will. But, poor Parson

_Williams_! Well; and can't I see Parson _Williams_, as well after

Marriage as before: For I shall never care a Farthing for my Husband.

No, I hate and despise him of all Things.

Well, as soon as I had read my Letter, in came Mrs. _Jewkes_. You

see, Madam, says she, I carry the Marks of your Passion about me; but

I have received order from my Master to be civil to you, and I must

obey him: For he is the best Man in the World, notwithstanding your

Treatment of him. My Treatment of him, Madam, says I? Yes, says she,

your Insensibility to the Honour he intends you, of making you his

Mistress. I would have you to know, Madam, I would not be Mistress to

the greatest King, no nor Lord in the Universe. I value my Vartue

more than I do any thing my Master can give me; and so we talked a

full Hour and a half, about my Vartue; and I was afraid at first, she

had heard something about the Bantling, but I find she hath not; tho'

she is as jealous, and suspicious, as old Scratch.

In the Afternoon, I stole into the Garden to meet Mr. _Williams_; I

found him at the Place of his Appointment, and we staid in a kind of

Arbour, till it was quite dark. He was very angry when I told him

what Mrs. _Jewkes_ had threatned----Let him refuse me the Living,

says he, if he dares, I will vote for the other Party; and not only

so, but will expose him all over the Country. I owe him 150_l._

indeed, but I don't care for that; by that time the Election is past,

I shall be able to plead the _Statue_ of _Lamentations_.

I could have stayed with the dear Man forever, but when it grew dark,

he told me, he was to meet the neighbouring Clergy, to finish the

Barrel of Ale they had tapped the other Day, and believed they should

not part till three or four in the Morning----So he left me, and I

promised to be penitent, and go on with my reading in good Books.

As soon as he was gone, I bethought myself, what Excuse I should make

to Mrs. _Jewkes_, and it came into my Head to pretend as how I

intended to drown myself; so I stript off one of my Petticoats, and

threw it into the Canal; and then I went and hid myself in the

Coal-hole, where I lay all Night; and comforted myself with repeating

over some Psalms, and other good things, which I had got by heart.

In the Morning Mrs. _Jewkes_ and all the Servants were frighted out

of their Wits, thinking I had run away; and not devising how they

should answer it to their Master. They searched all the likeliest

Places they could think of for me, and at last saw my Petticoat

floating in the Pond. Then they got a Drag-Net, imagining I was

drowned, and intending to drag me out; but at last _Moll_ Cook coming

for some Coals, discovered me lying all along in no very good Pickle.

Bless me! Mrs. _Pamela_, says she, what can be the Meaning of this? I

don't know, says I, help me up, and I will go in to Breakfast, for

indeed I am very hungry. Mrs. _Jewkes_ came in immediately, and was

so rejoyced to find me alive, that she asked with great Good-Humour,

where I had been? and how my Petticoat came into the Pond. I

answered, I believed the Devil had put it into my Head to drown my

self; but it was a Fib; for I never saw the Devil in my Life, nor I

don't believe he hath any thing to do with me.

So much for this Matter. As soon as I had breakfasted, a Coach and

Six came to the Door, and who should be in it but my Master.

I immediately run up into my Room, and stript, and washed, and drest

my self as well as I could, and put on my prettiest round-ear'd Cap,

and pulled down my Stays, to shew as much as I could of my Bosom,

(for Parson _Williams_ says that is the most beautiful part of a

Woman) and then I practised over all my Airs before the Glass, and

then I sat down and read a Chapter in the Whole Duty of Man.

Then Mrs. _Jewkes_ came to me and told me, my Master wanted me below,

and says she, Don't behave like a Fool; No, thinks I to my self, I

believe I shall find Wit enough for my Master and you too.

So down goes me I into the Parlour to him. _Pamela_, says he, the

Moment I came in, you see I cannot stay long from you, which I think

is a sufficient Proof of the Violence of my Passion. Yes, Sir, says

I, I see your Honour intends to ruin me, that nothing but the

Destruction of my Vartue will content you.

_O what a charming Word that is, rest his Soul who first invented

it._

How can you say I would ruin you, answered the Squire, when you shall

not ask any thing which I will not grant you. If that be true, says

I, good your Honour let me go home to my poor but honest Parents;

that is all I have to ask, and do not ruin a poor Maiden, who is

resolved to carry her Vartue to the Grave with her.

Hussy, says he, don't provoke me, don't provoke me, I say. You are

absolutely in my power, and if you won't let me lie with you by fair

Means, I will by Force. O la, Sir, says I, I don't understand your

paw Words.----Very pretty Treatment indeed, says he, to say I use paw

Words; Hussy, Gipsie, Hypocrite, Saucebox, Boldface, get out of my

Sight, or I will lend you such a Kick in the ---- I don't care to

repeat the Word, but he meant my hinder part. I was offering to go

away, for I was half afraid, when he called me back, and took me

round the Neck and kissed me, and then bid me go about my Business.

I went directly into my Room, where Mrs. _Jewkes_ came to me soon

afterwards. So Madam, says she, you have left my Master below in a

fine Pet, he hath threshed two or three of his Men already: It is

might pretty that all his Servants are to be punished for your

Impertinence.

Harkee, Madam, says I, don't you affront me, for if you do, d--n me

(I am sure I have repented for using such a Word) if I am not

revenged.

_How sweet is Revenge: Sure the Sermon Book is in the Right, in

calling it the sweetest Morsel the Devil ever dropped into the Mouth

of a Sinner._

Mrs. _Jewkes_ remembered the Smart of my Nails too well to go

farther, and so we sat down and talked about my Vartue till

Dinner-time, and then I was sent for to wait on my Master. I took

care to be often caught looking at him, and then I always turn'd away

my Eyes, and pretended to be ashamed. As soon as the Cloth was

removed, he put a Bumper of Champagne into my Hand, and bid me

drink----O la I can't name the Health. Parson _Williams_ may well say

he is a wicked Man.

Mrs. _Jewkes_ took a Glass and drank the dear _Monysyllable_; I don't

understand that Word, but I believe it is baudy. I then drank towards

his Honour's good Pleasure. Ay, Hussy, says he, you can give me

Pleasure if you will; Sir, says I, I shall be always glad to do what

is in my power, and so I pretended not to know what he meant. Then he

took me into his Lap.--O Mamma, I could tell you something if I

would--and he kissed me----and I said I won't be slobber'd about so,

so I won't; and he bid me get out of the Room for a saucy Baggage,

and said he had a good mind to spit in my Face.

_Sure no Man over took such a Method to gain a Woman's Heart._

I had not been long in my Chamber before Mrs. _Jewkes_ came to me,

and told me, my Master would not see me any more that Evening, that

is, if he can help it; for, added she, I easily perceive the great

Ascendant you have over him, and to confess the Truth, I don't doubt

but you will shortly be my Mistress.

What says I, dear Mrs. _Jewkes_, what do you say? Don't flatter a

poor Girl, it is impossible his Honour can have any honourable Design

upon me. And so we talked of honourable Designs till Supper-time. And

Mrs. _Jewkes_ and I supped together upon a hot buttered Apple-Pie;

and about ten o'Clock we went to Bed.

We had not been a Bed half an Hour, when my Master came pit a pat

into the Room in his Shirt as before. I pretended not to hear him,

and Mrs. _Jewkes_ laid hold of one Arm, and he pulled down the Bed

cloaths and came into Bed on the other Side, and took my other Arm

and laid it under him, and fell a kissing one of my Breasts as if he

would have devoured it; I was then forced to awake, and began to

struggle with him, Mrs. _Jewkes_ crying why don't you do it? I have

one Arm secure, if you can't deal with the rest I am sorry for you.

He was as rude as possible to me; but I remembered, Mamma, the

Instructions you gave me to avoid being ravished, and followed them,

which soon brought him to Terms, and he promised me, on quitting my

hold, that he would leave the Bed.

_O Parson_ Williams, _how little are all the Men in the World

compared to thee_.

My Master was as good as his Word; upon which Mrs. _Jewkes_ said, O

Sir, I see you know very little of our _Sect_, by parting so easily

from the Blessing when you was so near it. No, Mrs. _Jewkes_,

answered he, I am very glad no more hath happened, I would not have

injured _Pamela_ for the World. And to-morrow Morning perhaps she may

hear of something to her Advantage. This she may be certain of, that

I will never take her by Force, and then he left the Room.

What think you now, Mrs. _Pamela_, says Mrs. _Jewkes_, are you not

yet persuaded my Master hath honourable Designs? I think he hath

given no great Proof of them to-night, said I. Your Experience I find

is not great, says she, but I am convinced you will shortly be my

Mistress, and then what will become of poor me.

With such sort of Discourse we both fell asleep. Next Morning early

my Master sent for me, and after kissing me, gave a Paper into my

Hand which he bid me read; I did so, and found it to be a Proposal

for settling 250_l._ a Year on me, besides several other advantagious

Offers, as Presents of Money and other things. Well, _Pamela_, said

he, what Answer do you make me to this. Sir, said I, I value my

Vartue more than all the World, and I had rather be the poorest Man's

Wife, than the richest Man's Whore. You are a Simpleton, said he;

That may be, and yet I may have as much Wit as some Folks, cry'd I;

meaning me, I suppose, said he, every Man knows himself best, says I.

Hussy, says he, get out of the Room, and let me see your saucy Face

no more, for I find I am in more Danger than you are, and therefore

it shall be my Business to avoid you as much as I can; and it shall

be mine, thinks I, at every turn to throw my self in your way. So I

went out, and as I parted, I heard him sigh and say he was bewitched.

Mrs. _Jewkes_ hath been with me since, and she assures me she is

convinced I shall shortly be Mistress of the Family, and she really

behaves to me, as if she already thought me so. I am resolved now to

aim at it. I thought once of making a little Fortune by my Person. I

now intend to make a great one by my Vartue. So asking Pardon for

this long Scroll, I am,

_Your dutiful Daughter_,

SHAMELA.

LETTER XI.

HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS _to_ SHAMELA ANDREWS.

_Dear Sham_,

I Received your last Letter with infinite Pleasure, and am convinced

it will be your own Fault if you are not married to your Master, and

I would advise you now to take no less Terms. But, my dear Child, I

am afraid of one Rock only, That Parson _Williams_, I wish he was out

of the Way. A Woman never commits Folly but with such Sort of Men, as

by many Hints in the Letters I collect him to be: but, consider my

dear Child, you will hereafter have Opportunities sufficient to

indulge yourself with Parson _Williams_, or any other you like. My

Advice therefore to you is, that you would avoid seeing him any more

till the Knot is tied. Remember the first Lesson I taught you, that a

married Woman injures only her Husband, but a single Woman herself. I

am in hopes of seeing you a great Lady,

_Your affectionate Mother_,

HENRIETTA MARIA, _&c._

* * * * *

The following Letter seems to have been written before _Shamela_

received the last from her Mother.

LETTER XII.

SHAMELA ANDREWS _to_ HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS.

_Dear Mamma_,

I Little feared when I sent away my last that all my Hopes would be

so soon frustrated; but I am certain you will blame Fortune and not

me. To proceed then. About two Hours after I had left the Squire, he

sent for me into the Parlour. _Pamela_, said he, and takes me gently

by the hand, will you walk with me in the Garden; yes, Sir, says I,

and pretended to tremble; but I hope your Honour will not be rude.

Indeed, says he, you have nothing to fear from me, and I have

something to tell you, which if it doth not please you, cannot

offend. We walked out together, and he began thus, _Pamela_, will you

tell me Truth? Doth the Resistance you make to my Attempts proceed

from Vartue only, or have I not some Rival in thy dear Bosom who

might be more successful? Sir, says I, I do assure you I never had a

thought of any Man in the World. How says he, not of Parson

_Williams_! Parson _Williams_, says I, is the last Man upon Earth;

and if I was a Dutchess, and your Honour was to make your Addresses

to me, you would have no reason to be jealous of any Rival,

especially such a Fellow as Parson _Williams_. If ever I had a

Liking, I am sure----but I am not worthy of you one Way, and no

Riches should ever bribe me the other. My Dear, says he, you are

worthy of every Thing, and suppose I should lay aside all

Considerations of Fortune, and disregard the Censure of the World,

and marry you. O Sir, says I, I am sure you can have no such

Thoughts, you cannot demean your self so low. Upon my Soul, I am in

earnest, says he,--O Pardon me, Sir, says I, you can't persuade me of

this. How Mistress, says he, in a violent Rage, do you give me the

Lie? Hussy, I have a great mind to box your saucy Ears, but I am

resolved I will never put it in your power to affront me again, and

therefore I desire you to prepare your self for your Journey this

Instant. You deserve no better Vehicle than a Cart; however, for once

you shall have a Chariot, and it shall be ready for you within this

half Hour; and so he flung from me in a Fury.

_What a foolish Thing it is for a Woman to dally too long with her

Lover's Desires; how many have owed their being old Maids to their

holding out too long._

Mrs. _Jewkes_ came me to presently, and told me, I must make ready

with all the Expedition imaginable, for that my Master had ordered

the Chariot, and that if I was not prepared to go in it, I should be

turned out of Doors, and left to find my way Home on Foot. This

startled me a little, yet I resolved, whether in the right or wrong,

not to submit nor ask Pardon: For that know you, Mamma, you never

could your self bring me to from my Childhood: Besides, I thought he

would be no more able to master his Passion for me now, than he had

been hitherto; and if he sent two Horses away with me, I concluded he

would send four to fetch me back. So, truly, I resolved to brazen it

out, and with all the Spirit I could muster up, I told Mrs. _Jewkes_

I was vastly pleased with the News she brought me; that no one ever

went more readily than I should, from a Place where my Vartue had

been in continual Danger. That as for my Master, he might easily get

those who were fit for his Purpose; but, for my Part, I preferred my

Vartue to all Rakes whatever----And for his Promises, and his Offers

to me, I don't value them of a Fig--Not of a Fig, Mrs. _Jewkes_; and

then I snapt my Fingers.

Mrs. _Jewkes_ went in with me, and helped me to pack up my little

All, which was soon done; being no more than two Day-Caps, two

Night-Caps, five Shifts, one Sham, a Hoop, a Quilted-Petticoat, two

Flannel-Petticoats, two pair of Stockings, one odd one, a pair of

lac'd Shoes, a short flowered Apron, a lac'd Neck-Handkerchief, one

Clog, and almost another, and some few Books: as, _A full Answer to a

plain and true Account_, &c. _The Whole Duty of Man_, with only the

Duty to one's Neighbour, torn out. The Third Volume of the

_Atalantis_. _Venus in the Cloyster: Or, the Nun in her Smock_.

_God's Dealings with Mr. Whitefield_. _Orfus and Eurydice_. Some

Sermon-Books; and two or three Plays, with their Titles, and Part of

the first Act torn off.

So as soon as we had put all this into a Bundle, the Chariot was

ready, and I took leave of all the Servants, and particularly Mrs.

_Jewkes_, who pretended, I believe, to be more sorry to part with me

than she was; and then crying out with an Air of Indifference, my

Service to my Master, when he condescends to enquire after me, I

flung my self into the Chariot, and bid _Robin_ drive on.

We had not gone far, before a Man on Horseback, riding full Speed,

overtook us, and coming up to the Side of the Chariot, threw a Letter

into the Window, and then departed without uttering a single

Syllable.

I immediately knew the Hand of my dear _Williams_, and was somewhat

surprised, tho' I did not apprehend the Contents to be so terrible,

as by the following exact Copy you will find them.

_Parson_ WILLIAMS _to_ PAMELA.

_Dear Mrs._ PAMELA,

That Disrespect for the Clergy, which I have formerly noted to you in

that Villain your Master, hath now broke forth in a manifest Fact. I

was proceeding to my Neighbour _Spruce's_ Church, where I purposed to

preach a Funeral Sermon, on the Death of Mr. _John Gage_, the

Exciseman; when I was met by two Persons who are, it seems, Sheriffs

Officers, and arrested for the 150_l._ which your Master had lent me;

and unless I can find Bail within these few Days, of which I see no

likelihood, I shall be carried to Goal. This accounts for my not

having visited you these two Days; which you might assure yourself, I

should not have fail'd, if the _Potestas_ had not been wanting. If

you can by any means prevail on your Master to release me, I beseech

you so to do, not scrupling any thing for Righteousness sake. I hear

he is just arrived in this Country, I have herewith sent him a

Letter, of which I transmit you a Copy. So with Prayers for your

Success, I Subscribe myself

_Your affectionate Friend_,

ARTHUR WILLIAMS.

_Parson_ WILLIAMS _to_ SQUIRE BOOBY.

_Honoured Sir_,

I am justly surprized to feel so heavy a Weight of your Displeasure,

without being conscious of the least Demerit towards so good and

generous a Patron, as I have ever found you: For my own Part, I can

truly say,

_Nil conscire sibi nullæ pallescere culpæ._

And therefore, as this Proceeding is so contrary to your usual

Goodness, which I have often experienced, and more especially in the

Loan of this Money for which I am now arrested; I cannot avoid

thinking some malicious Persons have insinuated false Suggestions

against me; intending thereby, to eradicate those Seeds of Affection

which I have hardly travailed to sowe in your Heart, and which

promised to produce such excellent Fruit. If I have any ways offended

you, Sir, be graciously pleased to let me know it, and likewise to

point out to me, the Means whereby I may reinstate myself in your

Favour: For next to him, whom the Great themselves must bow down

before, I know none to whom I shall bend with more Lowliness than

your Honour. Permit me to subscribe myself,

_Honoured Sir_,

_Your most obedient, and most obliged_,

_And most dutiful humble Servant_,

ARTHUR WILLIAMS.

The Fate of poor Mr. _Williams_ shocked me more than my own: For, as

the _Beggar's Opera_ says, _Nothing moves one so much as a great Man

in Distress._ And to see a Man of his Learning forced to submit so

low, to one whom I have often heard him say, he despises, is, I

think, a most affecting Circumstance. I write all this to you, Dear

Mamma, at the Inn where I lie this first Night, and as I shall send

it immediately, by the Post, it will be in Town a little before

me.----Don't let my coming away vex you: For, as my Master will be in

Town in a few Days, I shall have an Opportunity of seeing him; and

let the worst come to the worst, I shall be sure of my Settlement at

last. Which is all, from

_Your dutiful Daughter_,

SHAMELA.

_P. S._ Just as I was going to send this away a Letter is come from

my Master, desiring me to return, with a large Number of Promises.--I

have him now as sure as a Gun, as you will perceive by the Letter

itself, which I have inclosed to you.

This Letter is unhappily lost, as well as the next which _Shamela_

wrote, and which contained an Account of all the Proceedings previous

to her Marriage. The only remaining one which I could preserve, seems

to have been written about a Week after the Ceremony was perform'd,

and is as follows:

SHAMELA BOOBY _to_ HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS.

_Madam_,

In my last I left off at our sitting down to Supper on our Wedding

Night,[1] where I behaved with as much Bashfulness as the purest

Virgin in the World could have done. The most difficult Task for me

was to blush; however, by holding my Breath, and Squeezing my Cheeks

with my Handkerchief, I did pretty well. My Husband was extreamly

eager and impatient to have Supper removed, after which he gave me

leave to retire into my Closet for a Quarter of an Hour, which was

very agreeable to me; for I employed that time in writing to Mr.

_Williams_, who, as I informed you in my last, is released, and

presented to the Living, upon the Death of the last Parson. Well, at

last I went to Bed, and my Husband soon leap'd in after me; where, I

shall only assure you, I acted my Part in such a manner, that no

Bridegroom was ever better Satisfied with his Bride's Virginity. And

to confess the Truth, I might have been well enough Satisfied too, if

I had never been acquainted with Parson _Williams_.

_O what regard Men who marry Widows should have to the Qualifications

of their former Husbands._

We did not rise the next Morning till eleven, and then we sat down to

Breakfast; I eat two Slices of Bread and Butter, and drank three

Dishes of Tea, with a good deal of Sugar, and we both look'd very

silly. After Breakfast we drest our selves, he in a blue Camblet

Coat, very richly lac'd, and Breeches of the same; with a Paduafoy

Waistcoat, laced with Silver; and I, in one of my Mistress's Gowns. I

will have finer when I come to Town. We then took a Walk in the

Garden, and he kissed me several times, and made me a Present of 100

Guineas, which I gave away before Night to the Servants, twenty to

one, and ten to another, and so on.

We eat a very hearty Dinner, and about eight in the Evening went to

Bed again. He is prodigiously fond of me; but I don't like him half

so well as my dear _Williams_. The next Morning we rose earlier, and

I asked him for another hundred Guineas, and he gave them me. I sent

fifty to Parson _Williams_, and the rest I gave away, two Guineas to

a Beggar, and three to a Man riding along the Road, and the rest to

other People. I long to be in _London_ that I may have an Opportunity

of laying some out, as well as giving away. I believe I shall buy

every thing I see. What signifies having Money if one doth not spend

it.

The next Day, as soon as I was up, I asked him for another Hundred.

Why, my Dear, says he, I don't grudge you any thing, but how was it

possible for you to lay out the other two Hundred here. La! Sir, says

I, I hope I am not obliged to give you an Account of every Shilling;

Troth, that will be being your Servant still. I assure you, I married

you with no such view, besides did not you tell me I should be

Mistress of your Estate? And I will be too. For tho' I brought no

Fortune, I am as much your Wife as if I had brought a Million--yes,

but, my Dear, says he, if you had brought a Million, you would spend

it all at this rate; besides, what will your Expences be in _London_,

if they are so great here. Truly, says I, Sir, I shall live like

other Ladies of my Fashion; and if you think, because I was a

Servant, that I shall be contented to be governed as you please, I

will shew you, you are mistaken. If you had not cared to marry me,

you might have let it alone. I did not ask you, nor I did not court

you. Madam, says he, I don't value a hundred Guineas to oblige you;

but this is a Spirit which I did not expect in you, nor did I ever

see any Symptoms of it before. O but Times are altered now, I am your

Lady, Sir; yes to my Sorrow, says he, I am afraid--and I am afraid to

my Sorrow too: For if you begin to use me in this manner already, I

reckon you will beat me before a Month's at an end. I am sure if you

did, it would injure me less than this barbarous Treatment; upon

which I burst into Tears, and pretended to fall into a Fit. This

frighted him out of his wits, and he called up the Servants. Mrs.

_Jewkes_ immediately came in, and she and another of the Maids fell

heartily to rubbing my Temples, and holding Smelling-Bottles to my

Nose. Mrs. _Jewkes_ told him she fear'd I should never recover, upon

which he began to beat his Breasts, and cried out, O my dearest

Angel, Curse on my passionate Temper, I have destroy'd her, I have

destroy'd her!----would she had spent my whole Estate rather than

this had happened. Speak to me, my Love, I will melt myself into Gold

for thy Pleasure. At last having pretty well tired my self with

counterfeiting, and imagining I had continu'd long enough for my

purpose in the sham Fit, I began to move my Eyes, to loosen my Teeth,

and to open my Hands, which Mr. _Booby_ no sooner perceived than he

embraced and kissed me with the eagerest Extacy, asked my Pardon on

his Knees for what I had suffered through his Folly and Perverseness,

and without more Questions fetched me the Money. I fancy I have

effectually prevented any farther Refusals or Inquiry into my

Expences. It would be hard indeed, that a Woman who marries a Man

only for his Money, should be debarred from spending it.

Well, after all things were quiet, we sat down to Breakfast, yet I

resolved not to smile once, nor to say one good-natured, or

good-humoured Word on any Account.

_Nothing can be more prudent in a Wife, than a sullen Backwardness to

Reconciliation; it makes a Husband fearful of offending by the Length

of his Punishment._

When we were drest, the Coach was by my Desire ordered for an Airing,

which we took in it. A long Silence prevailed on both Sides, tho' he

constantly squeezed my Hand, and kissed me, and used other

Familiarities, which I peevishly permitted. At last, I opened my

Mouth first.--And so, says I, you are sorry you are married;--Pray,

my Dear, says he, forget what I said in a Passion. Passion, says I,

is apter to discover our Thoughts than to teach us to counterfeit.

Well, says he, whether you will believe me or no, I solemnly vow, I

would not change thee for the richest Woman in the Universe. No, I

warrant you, says I; and yet you could refuse me a nasty hundred

Pound. At these very Words, I saw Mr. _Williams_ riding as fast as he

could across a Field; and I looked out, and saw a Lease of Greyhounds

coursing a Hare, which they presently killed, and I saw him alight,

and take it from them.

My Husband ordered _Robin_ to drive towards him, and looked horribly

out of humour, which I presently imputed to Jealousy. So I began with

him first; for that is the wisest way. La, Sir, says I; what makes

you look so Angry and Grim? Doth the Sight of Mr. _Williams_ give you

all this Uneasiness? I am sure, I would never have married a Woman of

whom I had so bad an Opinion, that I must be uneasy at every Fellow

she looks at. My Dear, answer'd he, you injure me extremely, you was

not in my Thoughts, nor, indeed, could be, while they were covered by

so morose a Countenance; I am justly angry with that Parson, whose

Family hath been raised from the Dunghill by ours; and who hath

received from me twenty Kindnesses, and yet is not contented to

destroy the Game in all other Places, which I freely give him leave

to do; but hath the Impudence to pursue a few Hares, which I am

desirous to preserve, round about this little Coppice. Look, my Dear,

pray look, says he; I believe he is going to turn Higler. To Confess

the Truth, he had no less than three ty'd up behind his Horse, and a

fourth he held in his Hand.

Pshaw, says I, I wish all the Hares in the Country were d----d (the

Parson himself chid me afterwards for using the Word, tho' it was in

his Service.) Here's a Fuss, indeed, about a nasty little pitiful

Creature, that is not half so useful as a Cat. You shall not persuade

me, that a Man of your Understanding, would quarrel with a Clergyman

for such a Trifle. No, no, I am the Hare, for whom poor Parson

_Williams_ is persecuted; and Jealousy is the Motive. If you had

married one of your Quality Ladies, she would have had Lovers by

dozens, she would so; but because you have taken a Servant-Maid,

forsooth! you are jealous if she but looks (and then I began to

Water) at a poor P----a----a----rson in his Pu----u----u----lpit, and

then out burst a Flood of Tears.

My Dear, said he, for Heaven's sake dry your Eyes, and don't let him

be a Witness of your Tears, which I should be sorry to think might be

imputed to my Unkindness; I have already given you Some Proofs that I

am not jealous of this Parson; I will now give you a very strong one:

For I will mount my Horse, and you shall take _Williams_ into the

Coach. You may be sure, this Motion pleased me, yet I pretended to

make as light of it as possible, and told him, I was sorry his

Behaviour had made some such glaring Instance, necessary to the

perfect clearing my Character.

He soon came up to Mr. _Williams_, who had attempted to ride off, but

was prevented by one of our Horsemen, whom my Husband sent to stop

him. When we met, my Husband asked him how he did with a very

good-humoured Air, and told him he perceived he had found good Sport

that Morning. He answered pretty moderate, Sir; for that he had found

the three Hares tied on to the Saddle dead in a Ditch (winking on me

at the same time), and added he was sorry there was such a Rot among

them.

Well, says Mr. _Booby_, if you please, Mr. _Williams_, you shall come

in and ride with my Wife. For my own part, I will mount on Horseback;

for it is fine Weather, and besides, it doth not become me to loll in

a Chariot, whilst a Clergyman rides on Horseback.

At which Words, Mr. _Booby_ leap'd out, and Mr. _Williams_ leap'd in,

in an Instant, telling my Husband as he mounted, he was glad to see

such a Reformation, and that if he continued his Respect to the

Clergy, he might assure himself of Blessings from above.

It was now that the Airing began to grow pleasant to me. Mr.

_Williams_, who never had but one Fault, _viz._ that he generally

smells of Tobacco, was now perfectly sweet; for he had for two Days

together enjoined himself as a Penance, not to smoke till he had

kissed my Lips. I will loosen you from that Obligation, says I, and

observing my Husband looking another way, I gave him a charming Kiss,

and then he asked me Questions concerning my Wedding-night; this

actually made me blush: I vow I did not think, it had been in him.

As he went along, he began to discourse very learnedly, and told me

the Flesh and the Spirit were too distinct Matters, which had not the

least relation to each other. That all immaterial Substances (those

were his very Words) such as Love, Desire, and so forth, were guided

by the Spirit: But fine Houses, large Estates, Coaches, and dainty

Entertainments were the Product of the Flesh. Therefore, says he, my

Dear, you have two Husbands, one the Object of your Love, and to

satisfy your Desire; the other the Object of your Necessity, and to

furnish you with those other Conveniences. (I am sure I remember

every Word, for he repeated it three Times; O he is very good

whenever I desire him to repeat a thing to me three times he always

doth it!) as then the Spirit is preferable, to the Flesh, so am I

preferable to your other Husband, to whom I am antecedent in Time

likewise. I say these things, my Dear, (said he) to satisfie your

Conscience. A Fig, for my Conscience, said I, when shall I meet you

again in the Garden?

My Husband now rode up to the Chariot, and asked us how we did--I

hate the Sight of him. Mr. _Williams_ answered very well, at your

Service. They then talked of the Weather, and other things, I wished

him gone again, every Minute; but all in vain I had no more

Opportunity of conversing with Mr. _Williams_.

Well; at Dinner Mr. _Booby_ was very civil to Mr. _Williams_, and

told him he was sorry for what had happened, and would make him

sufficient Amends, if in his power, and desired him to accept of a

Note for fifty Pounds; which he was so _good_ to receive,

notwithstanding all that had past; and told Mr. _Booby_, he hop'd he

would be forgiven, and that he would pray for him.

We make a charming Fool of him, i'fackins; Times are finely altered,

I have entirely got the better of him, and am resolved never to give

him his Humour.

_O how foolish it is in a Woman, who hath once got the Reins into her

own Hand, ever to quit them again._

After Dinner Mr. _Williams_ drank the Church _et cætera_; and smiled

on me; when my Husband's Turn came, he drank _et cætera_ and the

Church; for which he was very severely rebuked by Mr. _Williams_; it

being a high Crime, it seems, to name any thing before the Church. I

do not know what _Et cetera_ is, but I believe it is something

concerning chusing Pallament Men; for I asked if it was not a Health

to Mr. _Booby's_ Borough, and Mr. _Williams_ with a hearty Laugh

answered, Yes, Yes, it is his Borough we mean.

I slipt out as soon as I could, hoping Mr. _Williams_ would finish

the Squire, as I have heard him say he could easily do, and come to

me; but it happened quite otherwise, for in about half an Hour,

_Booby_ came to me, and told me he had left Mr. _Williams_, the Mayor

of his Borough, and two or three Aldermen heartily at it, and asked

me if I would go hear _Williams_ sing a Catch, which, added he, he

doth to a Miracle.

Every Opportunity of seeing my dear _Williams_, was agreeable to me,

which indeed I scarce had at this time; for when we returned, the

whole Corporation were got together, and the Room was in a Cloud of

Tobacco; Parson _Williams_ was at the upper End of the Table, and he

hath pure round cherry Cheeks, and his Face look'd all the World to

nothing like the Sun in a Fog. If the Sun had a Pipe in his Mouth,

there would be no Difference.

I began now to grow uneasy, apprehending I should have no more of Mr.

_Williams's_ Company that Evening, and not at all caring for my

Husband, I advised him to sit down and drink for his Country with the

rest of the Company; but he refused, and desired me to give him some

Tea; swearing nothing made him so sick, as to hear a Parcel of

Scoundrels, roaring forth the Principles of honest Men over their

Cups, when, says he, I know most of them are such empty Blockheads,

that they don't know their right Hand from their left; and that

Fellow there, who hath talked so much of _Shipping_, at the left Side

of the Parson, in whom they all place a Confidence, if I don't take

care, will sell them to my Adversary.

I don't know why I mention this Stuff to you; for I am sure I know

nothing about _Pollitricks_, more than Parson _Williams_ tells me;

who says that the Court-side are in the right on't, and that every

Christian ought to be on the same with the Bishops.

When we had finished our Tea, we walked in the Garden till it was

dark, and then my Husband proposed, instead of returning to the

Company, (which I desired, that I might see Parson _Williams_ again,)

to sup in another Room by our selves, which, for fear of making him

jealous, and considering too, that Parson _Williams_ would be pretty

far gone, I was obliged to consent to.

_O! what a devilish thing it is, for a Woman to be obliged to go to

bed to a spindle-shanked young Squire, she doth not like, when there

is a jolly Parson in the same House she is fond of._

In the Morning I grew very peevish, and in the Dumps, notwithstanding

all he could say or do to please me. I exclaimed against the

Priviledge of Husbands, and vowed I would not be pulled and tumbled

about. At last he hit on the only Method, which could have brought me

into Humour, and proposed to me a Journey to _London_, within a few

Days. This you may easily guess pleased me; for besides the Desire

which I have of shewing my self forth, of buying fine Cloaths,

Jewels, Coaches, Houses, and ten thousand other fine things, Parson

_Williams_ is, it seems, going thither too, to be _instuted_.

_O! what a charming Journey I shall have; for I hope to keep the dear

Man in the Chariot with me all the way; and that foolish Booby (for

that is the Name Mr._ Williams _hath set him) will ride on

Horseback._

So as I shall have an Opportunity of seeing you so shortly, I think I

will mention no more Matters to you now. O I had like to have forgot

one very material thing; which is that it will look horribly, for a

Lady of my Quality and Fashion, to own such a Woman as you for my

Mother. Therefore we must meet in private only, and if you will never

claim me, nor mention me to any one, I will always allow you what is

very handsome. Parson _Williams_ hath greatly advised me in this; and

says, he thinks I should do very well to lay out twenty Pounds, and

set you up in a little Chandler's Shop: but you must remember all my

Favours to you will depend on your Secrecy; for I am positively

resolved, I will not be known to be your Daughter; and if you tell

any one so, I shall deny it with all my Might, which Parson

_Williams_ says, I may do with a safe Conscience, being now a married

Woman. So I rest

_Your humble Servant_,

SHAMELA.

_P. S._ The strangest Fancy hath enter'd into my Booby's Head, that

can be imagined. He is resolved to have a Book made about him and me;

he proposed it to Mr. _Williams_, and offered him a Reward for his

Pains; but he says he never writ any thing of that kind, but will

recommend my Husband, when he comes to Town, to a Parson _who does

that Sort of Business for Folks_, one who can make my Husband, and

me, and Parson _Williams_, to be all great People; for he _can make

black white_, it seems. Well, but they say my Name is to be altered,

Mr. _Williams_, says the first Syllabub hath too comical a Sound, so

it is to be changed into _Pamela_; I own I can't imagine what can be

said; for to be sure I shan't confess any of my Secrets to them, and

so I whispered Parson _Williams_ about that, who answered me, I need

not give my self any Trouble; for the Gentleman _who writes Lives_,

never asked more than a few Names of his Customers, and that he made

all the rest out of his own Head; you mistake, Child, said he, if you

apprehend any Truths are to be delivered. So far on the contrary, if

you had not been acquainted with the Name, you would not have known

it to be your own History. I have seen a _Piece of his Performance_,

where the Person, whose Life was written, could he have risen from

the Dead again, would not have even suspected he had been aimed at,

unless by the Title of the Book, which was superscribed with his

Name. Well, all these Matters are strange to me, yet I can't help

laughing, to think I shall see my self in a printed Book.

* * * * *

So much for Mrs. _Shamela_, or _Pamela_, which I have taken Pains to

transcribe from the Originals, sent down by her Mother in a Rage, at

the Proposal in her last Letter. The Originals themselves are in my

hands, and shall be communicated to you, if you think proper to make

them publick; and certainly they will have their Use. The Character

of _Shamela_, will make young Gentlemen wary how they take the most

fatal Step both to themselves and Families, by youthful, hasty and

improper Matches; indeed, they may assure themselves, that all Such

Prospects of Happiness are vain and delusive, and that they sacrifice

all the solid Comforts of their Lives, to a very transient

Satisfaction of a Passion, which how hot so ever it be, will be soon

cooled; and when cooled, will afford them nothing but Repentance.

Can any thing be more miserable, than to be despised by the whole

World, and that must certainly be the Consequence; to be despised by

the Person obliged, which it is more than probable will be the

Consequence, and of which, we see an Instance in _Shamela_; and

lastly to despise one's self, which must be the Result of any

Reflection on so weak and unworthy a Choice.

As to the Character of Parson _Williams_, I am sorry it is a true

one. Indeed those who do not know him, will hardly believe it so; but

what Scandal doth it throw on the Order to have one bad Member,

unless they endeavour to screen and protect him? In him you see a

Picture of almost every Vice exposed in nauseous and odious Colours;

and if a Clergyman would ask me by what Pattern he should form

himself, I would say, Be the reverse of _Williams_: So far therefore

he may be of use to the Clergy themselves, and though God forbid

there should be many _Williams's_ amongst them, you and I are too

honest to pretend, that the Body wants no Reformation.

To say the Truth, I think no greater Instance of the contrary can be

given than that which appears in your Letter. The confederating to

cry up a nonsensical ridiculous Book, (I believe the most extensively

so of any ever yet published,) and to be so weak and so wicked as to

pretend to make it a Matter of Religion; whereas so far from having

any moral Tendency, the Book is by no means innocent: For,

_First_, There are many lascivious Images in it, very improper to be

laid before the Youth of either Sex.

_2dly_, Young Gentlemen are here taught, that to marry their Mother's

Chambermaids, and to indulge the Passion of Lust, at the Expence of

Reason and Common Sense, is an Act of Religion, Virtue, and Honour;

and, indeed the surest Road to Happiness.

_3dly_, All Chambermaids are strictly enjoyned to look out after

their Masters; they are taught to use little Arts to that purpose:

And lastly, are countenanced in Impertinence to their Superiors, and

in betraying the Secrets of Families.

_4thly_, In the Character of Mrs. _Jewkes_ Vice is rewarded; whence

every Housekeeper may learn the Usefulness of pimping and bawding for

her Master.

_5thly_, In Parson _Williams_, who is represented as a faultless

Character, we see a busy Fellow, intermeddling with the private

Affairs of his Patron, whom he is very ungratefully forward to expose

and condemn on every Occasion.

Many more Objections might, if I had Time or Inclination, be made to

this Book; but I apprehend, what hath been said is sufficient to

persuade you of the use which may arise from publishing an Antidote

to this Poison. I have therefore sent you the Copies of these Papers,

and if you have Leisure to communicate them to the Press, I will

transmit you the Originals, tho' I assure you, the Copies are exact.

I shall only add, that there is not the least Foundation for any

thing which is said of Lady _Davers_, or any of the other Ladies; all

that is merely to be imputed to the Invention of the Biographer. I

have particularly enquired after Lady _Davers_, and dont hear Mr.

_Booby_ hath such a Relation, or that there is indeed any such Person

existing. I am,

_Dear Sir_,

_Most faithfully and respectfully_,

_Your humble Servant_,

J. OLIVER.

_Parson_ TICKLETEXT _to Parson_ OLIVER.

_Dear SIR_,

I Have read over the History of _Shamela_, as it appears in those

authentick Copies you favour'd me with, and am very much ashamed of

the Character, which I was hastily prevailed on to give that Book. I

am equally angry with the pert Jade herself, and with the Author of

her Life: For I scarce know yet to whom I chiefly owe an Imposition,

which hath been so general, that if Numbers could defend me from

Shame, I should have no Reason to apprehend it.

As I have your implied Leave to publish, what you so kindly sent me,

I shall not wait for the Originals, as you assure me the Copies are

exact, and as I am really impatient to do what I think a serviceable

Act of Justice to the World.

Finding by the End of her last Letter, that the little Hussy was in

Town, I made it pretty much my Business to enquire after her, but

with no effect hitherto: As soon as I succeed in this Enquiry, you

shall hear what Discoveries I can learn. You will pardon the

Shortness of this Letter, as you shall be troubled with a much longer

very soon: And believe me,

_Dear Sir_,

_Your most faithful Servant_,

THO. TICKLETEXT.

_P. S._ Since I writ, I have a certain Account that Mr. _Booby_ hath

caught his Wife in bed with _Williams_; hath turned her off, and is

prosecuting him in the spiritual Court.

_FINIS_

 

 


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