CHAPTER IV.
Which consists of Visiting.
Mr. Jones had walked within Sight of a certain Door during the whole Day, which, though one of the shortest, appeared to him to be one of the longest in the whole Year. At length the Clock having struck Five, he returned to Mrs. Fitzpatrick, who, though it was a full Hour earlier than the decent Time of visiting, received him very civilly; but still persisted in her Ignorance concerning Sophia.
Jones, in asking for his Angel, had drop’d the Word Cousin; upon which Mrs. Fitzpatrick said, ‘Then, Sir, you know we are related; and as we are, you will permit me the Right of enquiring into the Particulars of your Business with my Cousin.’ Here Jones hesitated a good while, and at last answered, He had a considerable Sum of Money of hers in his Hands, which he desired to deliver to her. He then produced the Pocket-book, and acquainted Mrs. Fitzpatrick with the Contents, and with the Method in which they came into his Hands. He had scarce finished his Story when a most violent Noise shook the whole House. To attempt to describe this Noise to those who have heard it, would be in vain; and to aim at giving any Idea of it to those who have never heard the like, would be still more vain: For it may be truly said,
—————Non acuta
Sic geminant Corybantes Æra.
The Priests of Cybele do not so rattle their sounding Brass.1
In short a Footman knocked, or rather thundered at the Door. Jones was a little surprised at the Sound, having never heard it before; but Mrs. Fitzpatrick very calmly said, that as some Company were coming, she could not make him any Answer now; but if he pleased to stay till they were gone, she intimated she had something to say to him.
The Door of the Room now flew open, and, after pushing in her Hoop sideways before her,2 entered Lady Bellaston, who having first made a very low Curtesy to Mrs. Fitzpatrick, and as low a one to Mr. Jones, was ushered to the upper End of the Room.
We mention these minute Matters for the Sake of some Country Ladies of our Acquaintance, who think it contrary to the Rules of Modesty to bend their Knees to a Man.
The Company were hardly well settled, before the Arrival of the Peer lately mentioned caused a fresh Disturbance and a Repetition of Ceremonials.
These being over, the Conversation began to be (as the Phrase is) extremely brilliant. However, as nothing past in it which can be thought material to this History, or, indeed, very material in itself, I shall omit the Relation; the rather as I have known some very fine polite Conversation grow extremely dull, when transcribed into Books, or repeated on the Stage. Indeed this mental Repast is a Dainty, of which those who are excluded from polite Assemblies, must be contented to remain as ignorant as they must of the several Dainties of French Cookery, which are served only at the Tables of the Great. To say the Truth, as neither of these are adapted to every Taste, they might both be often thrown away on the Vulgar.
Poor Jones was rather a Spectator of this elegant Scene, than an Actor in it; for though in the short Interval before the Peer’s Arrival, Lady Bellaston first, and afterwards Mrs. Fitzpatrick, had addressed some of their Discourse to him; yet no sooner was the noble Lord entered, than he engrossed the whole Attention of the two Ladies to himself; and as he took no more Notice of Jones than if no such Person had been present, unless by now and then staring at him, the Ladies followed his Example.
The Company had now staid so long, that Mrs. Fitzpatrick plainly perceived they all designed to stay out each other. She therefore resolved to rid herself of Jones, he being the Visitant to whom she thought the least Ceremony was due. Taking therefore an Opportunity of a Cessation of Chat, she addressed herself gravely to him, and said, ‘Sir, I shall not possibly be able to give you an Answer To-night, as to that Business; but if you please to leave Word where I may send to you To-morrow’——
Jones had natural, but not artificial good Breeding. Instead therefore of communicating the Secret of his Lodgings to a Servant, he acquainted the Lady herself with it particularly, and soon after very ceremoniously withdrew.
He was no sooner gone than the great Personages who had taken no Notice of him present, began to take much Notice of him in his Absence; but if the Reader hath already excused us from relating the more brilliant Part of this Conversation, he will surely be very ready to excuse the Repetition of what may be called vulgar Abuse: Though, perhaps, it may be material to our History to mention an Observation of Lady Bellaston, who took her Leave in a few Minutes after him, and then said to Mrs. Fitzpatrick, at her Departure, ‘I am satisfied on the Account of my Cousin; she can be in no Danger from this Fellow.’
Our History shall follow the Example of Lady Bellaston, and take Leave of the present Company, which was now reduced to two Persons; between whom, as nothing passed, which in the least concerns us or our Reader, we shall not suffer ourselves to be diverted by it from Matters which must seem of more Consequence to all those who are at all interested in the Affairs of our Heroe.
CHAPTER V.
An Adventure which happened to Mr. Jones, at his Lodgings, with some Account of a young Gentleman who lodged there, and of the Mistress of the House, and her two Daughters.
The next Morning as early as it was decent, Jones attended at Mrs. Fitzpatrick’s Door, where he was answered that the Lady was not at Home; an Answer which surprized him the more, as he had walked backwards and forwards in the Street from Break of Day; and if she had gone out, he must have seen her. This Answer, however, he was obliged to receive, and not only now, but to five several Visits which he made her that Day.
To be plain with the Reader, the noble Peer had from some Reason or other, perhaps from a Regard for the Lady’s Honour, insisted that she should not see Mr. Jones, whom he looked on as a Scrub, any more; and the Lady had complied in making that Promise to which we now see her so strictly adhere.
But as our gentle Reader may possibly have a better Opinion of the young Gentleman than her Ladyship, and may even have some Concern, should it be apprehended, that during this unhappy Separation from Sophia, he took up his Residence either at an Inn, or in the Street; we shall now give an Account of his Lodging, which was indeed in a very reputable House, and in a very good Part of the Town.
Mr. Jones then had often heard Mr. Allworthy mention the Gentlewoman at whose House he used to lodge when he was in Town. This Person, who, as Jones likewise knew, lived in Bond-street, was the Widow of a Clergyman, and was left by him at his Decease, in Possession of two Daughters, and of a compleat Set of Manuscript Sermons.1
Of these two Daughters, Nancy, the elder, was now arrived at the Age of Seventeen, and Betty, the younger, at that of Ten.
Hither Jones had dispatched Partridge, and in this House he was provided with a Room for himself in the second Floor, and with one for Partridge in the fourth.
The first Floor was inhabited by one of those young Gentlemen, who, in the last Age, were called Men of Wit and Pleasure about Town, and properly enough: For as Men are usually denominated from their Business or Profession, so Pleasure may be said to have been the only Business or Profession of those Gentlemen to whom Fortune had made all useful Occupations unnecessary. Play-Houses, Coffee-Houses, and Taverns were the Scenes of their Rendezvous. Wit and Humour were the Entertainment of their looser Hours, and Love was the Business of their more serious Moments. Wine and the Muses conspired to kindle the brightest Flames in their Breasts; nor did they only admire, but some were able to celebrate the Beauty they admired, and all to judge of the Merit of such Compositions.
Such therefore were properly called the Men of Wit and Pleasure; but I question whether the same Appelation may, with the same Propriety, be given to those young Gentlemen of our Times, who have the same Ambition to be distinguished for Parts. Wit certainly they have nothing to do with. To give them their Due, they soar a Step higher than their Predecessors, and may be called Men of Wisdom and Vertù (take heed you do not read Virtue).2 Thus at an Age when the Gentlemen abovementioned employed their Time in toasting the Charms of a Woman, or i
n making Sonnets in her Praise; in giving their Opinion of a Play at the Theatre, or of a Poem at Will’s or Button’s;3 these Gentlemen are considering of Methods to bribe a Corporation, or meditating Speeches for the House of Commons, or rather for the Magazines.4 But the Science of Gaming is that which above all others employs their Thoughts. These are the Studies of their graver Hours, while for their Amusements they have the vast Circle of Connoisseurship, Painting, Music, Statuary, and natural Philosophy, or rather unnatural, which deals in the Wonderful, and knows nothing of Nature, except her Monsters and Imperfections.5
When Jones had spent the whole Day in vain Enquiries after Mrs. Fitzpatrick, he returned at last disconsolate to his Apartment. Here while he was venting his Grief in private, he heard a violent Uproar below Stairs; and soon after a female Voice begged him for Heaven’s Sake to come and prevent Murder. Jones, who was never backward on any Occasion to help the Distressed, immediately ran down Stairs; when stepping into the Dining-room, whence all the Noise issued, he beheld the young Gentleman of Wisdom and Vertù just before mentioned, pinned close to the Wall by his Footman, and a young Woman standing by, wringing her Hands, and crying out, ‘He will be murdered, he will be murdered;’ and indeed the poor Gentleman seemed in some Danger of being choaked, when Jones flew hastily to his Assistance, and rescued him just as he was breathing his last, from the unmerciful Clutches of the Enemy.
Though the Fellow had received several Kicks and Cuffs from the little Gentleman, who had more Spirit than Strength, he had made it a kind of Scruple of Conscience to strike his Master, and would have contented himself with only choaking him; but towards Jones he bore no such Respect: He no sooner therefore found himself a little roughly handled by his new Antagonist, than he gave him one of those Punches in the Guts, which, tho’ the Spectators at Broughton’s Amphitheatre6 have such exquisite Delight in seeing them, convey but very little Pleasure in the Feeling.
The lusty Youth had no sooner received this Blow, than he meditated a most grateful Return; and now ensued a Combat between Jones and the Footman, which was very fierce, but short; for this Fellow was no more able to contend with Jones, than his Master had before been to contend with him.
And now Fortune, according to her usual Custom, reversed the Face of Affairs. The former Victor lay breathless on the Ground, and the vanquished Gentleman had recovered Breath enough to thank Mr. Jones for his seasonable Assistance: He received likewise the hearty Thanks of the young Woman present, who was indeed no other than Miss Nancy, the eldest Daughter of the House.
The Footman having now recovered his Legs, shook his Head at Jones, and with a sagacious Look, cry’d,—‘O d—n me, I’ll have nothing more to do with you; you have been upon the Stage, or I am d—nably mistaken:’ And indeed we may forgive this his Suspicion; for such was the Agility and Strength of our Heroe, that he was perhaps a Match for one of the First-Rate Boxers, and could, with great Ease, have beaten all the muffled* Graduates of Mr. Broughton’s School.
The Master foaming with Wrath, ordered his Man immediately to strip, to which the latter very readily agreed, on Condition of receiving his Wages. This Condition was presently complied with, and the Fellow was discharged.
And now the young Gentleman, whose Name was Nightingale, very strenuously insisted, that his Deliverer should take Part of a Bottle of Wine with him; to which Jones, after much Entreaty, consented; tho’ more out of Complaisance than Inclination; for the Uneasiness of his Mind fitted him very little for Conversation at this Time. Miss Nancy likewise, who was the only Female then in the House, her Mamma and Sister being both gone to the Play, condescended to favour them with her Company.
When the Bottle and Glasses were on the Table, the Gentleman began to relate the Occasion of the preceding Disturbance.
‘I hope, Sir,’ said he to Jones, ‘you will not, from this Accident, conclude, that I make a Custom of striking my Servants; for I assure you this is the first Time I have been guilty of it in my Remembrance, and I have passed by many provoking Faults in this very Fellow, before he could provoke me to it; but when you hear what hath happened this Evening, you will, I believe, think me excusable. I happened to come home several Hours before my usual Time, when I found four Gentlemen of the Cloth at Whisk by my Fire;—and my Hoyle, Sir, —my best Hoyle, which cost me a Guinea, lying open on the Table, with a Quantity of Porter spilt on one of the most material Leaves of the whole Book.7 This, you will allow, was provoking; but I said nothing till the rest of the honest Company were gone, and then gave the Fellow a gentle Rebuke, who, instead of expressing any Concern, made me a pert Answer, “That Servants must have their Diversions as well as other People; that he was sorry for the Accident which had happened to the Book; but that several of his Acquaintance had bought the same for a Shilling; and that I might stop as much in his Wages if I pleased:” I now gave him a severer Reprimand than before, when the Rascal had the Insolence to——In short, he imputed my early coming home to—In short, he cast a Reflection—He mentioned the Name of a young Lady, in a Manner—in such a Manner that incensed me beyond all Patience, and, in my Passion, I struck him.’
N.B. Mr. Broughton proposes, with proper Assistance, to open an Academy at his House in the Hay-Market, for the Instruction of those who are willing to be initiated in the Mystery of Boxing; where the whole Theory and Practice of that truly British Art, with all the various Stops, Blows, Cross-Buttocks, & c. incident to Combatants, will be fully taught and explain’d; and that Persons of Quality and Distinction may not be deterred from entering into a Course of those Lectures, they will be given with the utmost Tenderness and Regard to the Delicacy of the Frame and Constitution of the Pupil, for which Reason Muffles are provided, that will effectually secure them from the Inconveniency of black Eyes, broken Jaws, and bloody Noses.
Jones answered, ‘That he believed no Person living would blame him; for my Part,’ said he, ‘I confess I should, on the last mentioned Provocation, have done the same Thing.’
Our Company had not sat long before they were joined by the Mother and Daughter, at their Return from the Play. And now they all spent a very chearful Evening together; for all but Jones were heartily merry, and even he put on as much constrained Mirth as possible. Indeed half his natural Flow of animal Spirits, joined to the Sweetness of his Temper, was sufficient to make a most amiable Companion; and notwithstanding the Heaviness of his Heart, so agreeable did he make himself on the present Occasion, that, at their breaking up, the young Gentleman earnestly desired his further Acquaintance. Miss Nancy was well pleased with him; and the Widow, quite charmed with her new Lodger, invited him with the other, next Morning to Breakfast.
Jones, on his Part, was no less satisfied. As for Miss Nancy, tho’ a very little Creature, she was extremely pretty, and the Widow had all the Charms which can adorn a Woman near fifty. As she was one of the most innocent Creatures in the World, so she was one of the most chearful. She never thought, nor spoke, nor wished any ill, and had constantly that Desire of pleasing, which may be called the happiest of all Desires in this, that it scarce ever fails of attaining its Ends, when not disgraced by Affectation. In short, though her Power was very small, she was in her Heart one of the warmest Friends. She had been a most affectionate Wife, and was a most fond and tender Mother.
As our History doth not, like a News-Paper, give great Characters to People who never were heard of before, nor will ever be heard of again; the Reader may hence conclude, that this excellent Woman will hereafter appear to be of some Importance in our History.
Nor was Jones a little pleased with the young Gentleman himself, whose Wine he had been drinking. He thought he discerned in him much good Sense, though a little too much tainted with Town Foppery; but what recommended him most to Jones were some Sentiments of great Generosity and Humanity, which occasionally dropt from him; and particularly many Expressions of the highest Disinterestedness in the Affair of Love. On which Subject the young Gentleman delivered himself in a Language which might have ver
y well become an Arcadian Shepherd of Old, and which appeared very extraordinary when proceeding from the Lips of a modern fine Gentleman; but he was only one by Imitation, and meant by Nature for a much better Character.
CHAPTER VI.
What arrived while the Company were at Breakfast, with some Hints concerning the Government of Daughters.
Our Company brought together in the Morning the same good Inclinations towards each other, with which they had separated the Evening before; but poor Jones was extreme disconsolate; for he had just received Information from Partridge, that Mrs. Fitzpatrick had left her Lodging, and that he could not learn whither she was gone. This News highly afflicted him, and his Countenance, as well as his Behaviour, in Defiance of all his Endeavours to the contrary, betrayed manifest Indications of a disordered Mind.
The Discourse turned at present, as before, on Love; and Mr. Nightingale again expressed many of those warm, generous, and disinterested Sentiments upon this Subject, which wise and sober Men call romantic, but which wise and sober Women generally regard in a better Light. Mrs. Miller, (for so the Mistress of the House was called) greatly approved these Sentiments; but when the young Gentleman appealed to Miss Nancy, she answered only, ‘That she believed the Gentleman who had spoke the least, was capable of feeling the most.’
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