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 which he in the ame Manner returned, and their Converation began, as uual, on the delicious Beauty of the Morning. Hence they pat to the Beauty of the Place, on which Jones launched forth very high Encomiums. When they came to the Tree whence he had formerly tumbled into the Canal, Sophia could not help reminding him of that Accident, and aid, ‘I fancy, Mr. Jones, you have ome little huddering when you ee that Water.’ ‘I aure you, Madam,’ anwered Jones, ‘the Concern you felt at the Los of your little Bird, will always appear to me the highet Circumtance in that Adventure. Poor little Tommy, there is the Branch he tood upon. How could the little Wretch have the Folly to fly away from that State of Happines in which I had the Honour to place him? His Fate was a jut Punihment for his Ingratitude.’ ‘Upon my Word, Mr. Jones,’ aid he, ‘your Gallantry very narrowly ecaped as evere a Fate. Sure, the Remembrance mut affect you.’ ‘Indeed, Madam,’ anwered he, ‘if I have any Reaon to reflect with Sorrow on it, it is, perhaps, that the Water had not been a little deeper, by which I might have ecaped many bitter Heart-achs, that For-