and lips blue with envy, or half bitten through from artifice or malice. The elegance of her perfon foon, however, attracted the attention of the philofopher, and fancying the mind must correfpond, through the medium of a friend he obtained an interview. This lady, who was fo well able to put on the mask, listened with attention to his discourse, and seemed eager to cultivate his acquaintance. Not infenfible of the conqueft fhe had made, fhe diverted her female friends with the tender fenfibility of the poor fool, her lover, as she used to ftyle him. This coquetry being managed with addrefs, was nicely calculated to operate on an eafy and unfufpecting mind. Imagine now the fenfibility of the philofopher, who had fingled out the fair by the kindest partiality, when affured she had all along regarded him with a fimilar emotion. His happiness became infeparable from her's. He soon, however, experienced all thofe teafing perplexities which the artifice of a cunning woman was able to contrive. The triumph of conqueft was her only aim. So capricious and evanefcent appeared the attachment of an inconfiderate and giddy mind. The impreffion on fuch, like thofe made on a stream by the gentlest breeze, exist but for a moment: far otherwife the attachment of the feeling, the fufceptible, and the penfive. How infinitely more durable the tender fenfibilities he indulged! He poffeffed, however, too much good VOL. IV. E fenfe fenfe not to fee through her duplicity; and to discover that she was trifling with the fenfibilities of a heart, which thoufands would have foothed and cherished with joy; yet to tear from his bofom all at once its deareft object on earth, occafioned the most serious and inexpreffible concern. The ftruggle was indifpenfable, and competent to all his philofophy. It was reafon afferting her fupremacy over paffion, and heaven striving for the mastery over man. At this interval, the lady removed the mask, and married a wild fortunehunter, who foon brought her into contempt and wretchedness. Happy would it have been for our philofopher, could his wounded mind have been restored to its former health and tranquillity. But his heart was gone, and with it all relish for life. It was not henceforward in the power of medicine, variety, or expedient, to afford him the leaft interval of ferenity. His nights and his days were alike dreary and joylefs. The fcenes, which had been the witneffes of his happier hours, now became the conftant and folitary companions of his wretchednefs. At laft, overwhelmed with the monotony of the fame thoughts, the brain funk lethargic, and the philofopher was converted into the happier idiot, until death foon, fortunately, clofed the melancholy and degrading scene. SECT. SECT. X STORY OF MONIMIA. She flourish'd, Grew sweet to fenfe, and lovely to the eye; Till at last the cruel fpoiler came, Cropt this fair rofe, and rifled all its sweetness, OTWAY. MONIMIA was the lovely and accomplished daughter of an aged and worthy country fquire. A young officer, a man of birth and fashion, who lived in the neighbourhood, took advantage of the unwary difpofition of this innocent girl, and afterwards cruelly deferted her.-She thus addreffes him: SINCE language never can exprefs my pain, From whence thefe lines? whofe meffage to 'convey?' Mock not my grief with that feign'd cold demand, Loft to the world, abandon'd and forlorn, Too well this maxim has my conduct shown, Oft have I writ, as often to the flame Oft Oft in my cooler, recollected thought, 'Thy vain remonftrance, foolish maid, give o'er; "Who act the wrong, can ne'er that wrong de plore.' Then fanguine hopes again delufive reign, Forget 'twas love, and thee, that wrought my fate. Without restraint, habituate to range The paths of pleasure, can I bear the change? I Bleft |