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 ays I, “Mr. Jones, what’s the Matter? A Penny for your Thoughts,” ays I; “Why, Huy,” ays he, tarting up from a Dream, “what can I be thinking of when that Angel your Mitres is playing?” And then queezing me by the Hand—“Oh! Mrs. Honour,” ays he, “how happy will that Man be!”—and then he ighed; upon my Troth, his Breath is as weet as a Noegay—but to be ure he meant no Harm by it. So I hope your Ladyhip will not mention a Word: For he gave me a Crown never to mention it, and made me wear upon a Book, but I believe, indeed, it was not the Bible.’

Till omething of a more beautiful Red than Vermilion be found out, I hall ay nothing of Sophia’s Colour on this Occaion. ‘Ho—nour,’ ays she, ‘I—if you will not mention this any more to me,—nor to any Body ele, I will not betray you—I mean I will not be angry; but I am afraid of your Tongue. Why, my Girl, will you give it uch Liberties?’ ‘Nay, Ma’am,’ anwered he, ‘to be ure, I would ooner cut out my Tongue than offend your Ladyhip—to be ure, I hall never mention a Word