"One part of my Children's Bur 'then, indeed," he continued, "I cannot, for obvious Reasons, re"lieve them of they must still be "my Secretaries, for in them alone "can I confide, Soe now to your "healthfulle Exercises and fitting "Recreations, dear Maids, and "Heaven's Bleffing goe with "you!" We kiffed his Hand and went, but our Walk was not merry. Ellwood is a young Man of sevenand-twenty, of good Parts, but pragmaticalle; Son of an Oxfordshire Juftice of the Peace, but not on good Terms with him, by Reason of his 1665. 1665. April 23 his religious Opinions, which the Father affects not. Spring is coming on apace. Father even fits between the wood Fire and the open Cafement, enjoying the mild Air, but it is not confidered healthfulle. 66 'My Dear," fays Mother to him this Morning, after fome Hours' Abfence, "I have bought me a new "Mantle of the most abfolute Fancy. ""Tis fad-coloured, which I knew "you would approve, but with a "Garniture of Orange-tawny; three "Plaits at the Waift behind, and a "little ftuck-up Collar." "You “You are a comical Woman,” says Father, “to spend foe much 66 Money and Mind on a Thing your "Husband will never fee." “Oh! but it cost no Money at alle,” fays fhe; "that is the best of it." "What is the best of it?" rejoyned he. “I suppose you bar"tered for it, if you did not buy it— "you Women are always for cheap Pennyworths. Come, what was "the Ranfom? One of my old "Books, or my new Coat?" "Your last new Coat may be "called old too, I'm fure," fays Mother; "I believe you married "me in it." D “ Nay,” 1665. 1665. "Nay," fays Father, "and what "if I did? "Twas new then, at any "rate; and the Cid Ruy Diaz was "married in a black Satin Doublet, "which his Father had worn in "three or four Battles." "A poor, Compliment to the "Bride," fays Mother. 66 "Well, but, dear Betty, what has 'gone for this copper-coloured "Mantle? "tas?" " Sylvefter's Du Bar "Nothing of the fort,-nothing "you value or will ever mifs. An "old Gold Pocket-piece, that hath "lain perdue, e'er foe long, in our “Dreffing-table Drawer." He He fmote the Table with his Hand. "Woman!" cried he, chang ing Colour, "'twas a Medal of Ho nour given to my Father by a "Polish Prince! It fhould have "been an Heir-loom. There, fay noe more about it now. "Tis in "your Jew's Furnace ere this. The 66 Fining-pot for Silver and the Fur "nace for Gold, but... the Lord "trieth the Spirits.' Ay me! mine "is tried sometimes." Uncle Kit moft opportunelie entering at this Moment, inftantaneouslie changed his Key-note. "Ha, Kit!" he cries, gladly, "here you find me, as ufual, maun "dering 1665. |