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did eat. And when Abraham faw that the man bleffed not God, he faid unto him, Wherefore doft not thou worship the Most High God, Creator of heaven and earth? And the man anfwered and faid, I do not worship thy God, neither do I call upon his name; for I have made to myfelf a god, which abideth always in my houfe, and provideth ine with all things. And Abraham's zeal was. kindled against the man, and he arofe, and fell upon him, and drove him forth with blows into the wilderness. And God called unto Abraham, faying, Abraham, where is the ftranger? And Abraham answered and faid, Lord, he would not worship thee, neither would he call upon thy name; therefore have I driven him out from before my face into the wildernefs. And God faid, have I borne with him thefe hundred and ninety and eight years, and nourished him, and clothed him, notwithstanding his rebellion against me; and couldit not thou, who art thyfelf a finner, bear with him one night.t

The Tutor of Truth. By the Author of the Pupil of Plea fure, 2 vols, 5s. fewed, 6s. bound, Richardson and Urquhart.

[Concluded from page 124.]

Having already given an analitical fketch of this very amufing production, and confidered it in contrast to the Pupil of Pleafure of the fame author; as well as offered our general and comparative ftrictures of the beauties and defects of each; we fhall clofe the article with a specimen or two from the work itself; not only, in juftice to the ingenious writer, but in conformity to our own promise.

The noble sentiments which breathe from Captain Carlisle (the Tutor of Truth) in answer to the more fashionable, and alas, more PRACTICAL ones of Mr. Lafcelles, his correfpondent, (who had the unhappy Marchionefs of N. in trust) are painted with peculiar force of reafoning, and beauty of colour, in the two following letters.

"Mr. Lafcelles to Captain Carlisle.

"How pitiable it is, my dear Carlisle, that you fhould be fo circumftanced as to find it utterly impoffible to return the extatic fondnefs of this bewitching woman! She is abfolutely an angel. Some new dreffes have lately been put on, and the fets them off with fuch an elegance, fuch a tafte, fuch a naiveté, it is impoffible to look at her without an ejaculation of pleafure and admiration. Allowing all your arguments their full force, I must still confefs,

[Dr. Franklin, as I have been told, has often impofed this parable upon his friends and acquaintance, as a part of a chapter of Genefis. E.]

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there is a fomething cold and icy about your heart, that cannot be melted by such a blaze of beauty-efpecially as the lady is fo perfectly willing, and not at all unreafonably nice. She loves your perfon well enough to take it on your own terms: fhe does not pretend to capitulate: the citadel is your own, and you may do what you will with it. Oh-faid fhe, the other day (while the tears were treaming from her lovely eyes)-oh, that I could fee him but one moment in every day, I would be content with annihilation for the reft of the twenty-four hours. By heavens, Carlisle, if any woman half fo beautiful had avowed fuch a fentiment in my favour, I would have fhewn my gratitude for it at the price of my exiftence-but you, on the contrary, though as virtuous as a faint, are as frigid as a Freezelander. I question whether you ever approached the lips of this lovely one fince they firft declared a paffion for you. It requires, I confefs, all the elaborate excufes you have made, to wipe off the imputation of an infenfible; and even after all your pains, I freely tell you, that I think you are too fcrupulous upon this occafion. I fpeak frankly, out of pity to the Marchioness, and for your pleasure. Admitting your paffion for Mifs De Grey to be ever fo great, what, I wonder, has that to do with a snug conconvenient beauty, by way of, my friend in a corner, at another quarter of the world? Your notions are abfolutely antediluvian. I do not know another man in the world, who would not leap at your fituation. In the name of pleasure then, make the best of it! I thought at first as you do, but I fpeak now upon mature deliberation. There is no doubt but the Marchionefs would change her name, live quietly in the place you provide for her, be happy as if in heaven to get a fight of you once a fortnight, and there would be an end of the thing. Do then, let me advise you, put a period to thefe complaints; open the cage of the beautiful prifoner, and fet the pretty little heart, that is now beating as it were at the wires till it pants again, perfectly at eafe. It is with great diffi culty I keep her from writing to you every day. The idea of the Marquis fets her already raving; but I cannot by any means draw from her, nor can my fifter, any account of her family, fuppofed to be in town. She fays, they would force her again to the arms of the detefted Marquis. But I have propofed a proper falvo for all thofe fores, and if you have the least lively spark of the young man, or of merry human nature in you, you will not neglect it, Adieu,

"Anfaver.

G. Lafcelles,

Captain Carlisle to G. Lafcelles, Efq; "Your letter has not been an hour in my hand, and, although my heart was full of other matter, I have now neither ear nor pen for any thing but an answer to it. Do you know, in the first place, that I looked at your feal, and at your fuperfcription, and at the very cut of your letters, before I would credit the thing to be your's? In this age of forgery, I was in good hope, fomebody had made free

with my friend. But as it appears that the letter did absolutely proceed from you, I must proceed to an explicit reply.

Make a prostitute of the poor girl, Mr. Lafcelles? Seek out a convenient apartment, and compel the charming eyes, which you fay now weep with love, grow wild with the fparlings of rage and difpair? What, Sir, would you with me to feclude her from all valuable fociety, and to fink her from a Marchidness of the first figure and fashion, to a mere mistress-from a young, elegant woman, to a fcorned, abandoned daughter of the brothel! Is this the method in which you would have me return my compliment, for a long, a weary, an hapless, and an unfortunate journey of a thoufand miles? However misplaced the affection fhe is pleased to bestow upon me, and however impoffible it is for me to reward it, I am ftill bound to her even for her very misfortune. It is my fate, and not me, that declines what, in fome cafes, might have been my greatest bleffing. Surely, Mr. Lafcelles, I owe her gratitude of a very different complexion from that blushless one, you recommend. My heart bleeds for her. From me the fhould claim an attentive anxiety how to recompenfe the throbbings in her bofom; the most induftrious care to reconcile her again to her husband, to contrive means of healing up any breach, which my unfortunate acquaintance with that gentleman may have occafioned. These are the services the fhould expect from me, and to offer these is at once my study, and my effort. But I will not believe you ferious; or, if you are, your compaffion has hurried you into a precipitancy, that only wants fhewing you, to be repented of.

"This, my dear Lafcelles, is affuredly the cafe. Befides which, depend upon it, you have miftaken the Marchionefs. She could not ftoop to the ignominious terms you have proposed to me for hers If the really loves, there must be fome degree of refinement in the partiality; and believe me, Lafcelles, many a woman has felt a fecret predilection in a favour of a man, who would start with horror from act of predetermined perfidy. If it were not for the appearance of an implied compliment to myself, I fhould not at all fcruple to fay, I believe, any partiality, Augufta may have, unluckily, conceived in my favour, proceeds, wholly, from fome imaginary virtues which the is pleased to think I poffefs. I dare fwear fhe is taken by certain qualities in your friend, which (as She has enriched and magnified them) appear to her deferving efteem. Upon this principle, you have, indeed, propofed an effectual plan for making her deteft me. To discolour the image fhe has flatteringly dreffed up, by placing in its ftead a feducer and ingrate, might perhaps prove a fuccefsful remedy: but this, my dear Laf celles, would be purchafing averfion more fatally than any thing that can reasonably arife out of the' partiality itfelf. No, no, my

friend.

"Enough however has been urged: you are convinced, and, therefore, you are dear as you ever were, to Clement Carlife." But

But as this (like most of our authors other works) partakes equally, of the humourous and the pathetic, the grave and the gay, we cannot forbear presenting to our readers, the truly laughable, ludicrous and original opinions of Mr. HEWSON upon the dainty fubject of good breeding and politenefs, or as he calls it, pliteness; in fearch of which he leaves his natural characters, which was ruftic and inoffenfive; till, in aiming at what he never can acquire, he becomes, as is ever the cafe, at once wretched and ridiuculous.

"Mr. Henry Hewfon, to Mr. Heathcoate, Efq.

"Efquire,

"I have not cathced up goose feather for fome time. Cafe why? because I was amind to gee time for the perfaction of the thing-I am got a woundly way fince my laft, and fancy a couple o'weeks more will finish me, that is, if Sir Andrew sticks close by me, and I continues to practise the thing-Cafe why? practise makes parfect. To fhew you that I ha' not been filent for nothing, I must let you know that I ha'n't chang'd ten words with Heet this week. Cafe why? what's fo far from the goe of the genteel gig, as to take notice of one's houshould spouse before company; 'fpecially when a body is learning a touch of the times. To fay truth, her lips looked develifh ruddy t'other day, and I lent um a fmack that echoed like waggon whip-for I could not help it, feeing that's fhe's one of your dainty ones-but Sir Andrew foon took me afide, and ga' me a bit of a leffon, and made me heartily ashamed on't. I must let you know too, that I manage my little bit of a black fack bobbiflily, thof ribbons and flourrididles at fides tickle nape o' one's neck confumedly. Neither do I look fo damn'd ugly as might be furfpected, regard to frenchfied foretop, and hair-bundles stuck out fide one's head. Fat of one's feace helps to take of hugenefs of thing, which is but natural, feeing that one fwells out other; and this makes feace and hair go, as a man may fay, cheek-by-jowl without quarreling. It's pity, I'm given to fweattin fo much, as I find it don't do at all for a better-moft perfon. I ha' got half a dozen fine white handkerchiefs, but the're fo cuffed cambrickey that they are nothing in fuch a grepe as mine, and I melt fo this fimoaking weather, that I make 'em every mother's fon quite of a stew. Truth is, I begin to fee, pliteness has, like every thing elfe, 'vantages and not 'vantages. When I was an ignoramus, I ufed to fit in hall, or ride to hayfield with nightcap on head, or coloured handkerchief under hat for 'vantage of dripping in fummertide; but no fuch matter now; there's nothing fo ill-bred as to be caught fweertin; nay, more than that, 'tis quite out of the goe of the thing to mention the very word-'tis fweattin with fellers of yesterday, but, I find, 'tis presfieration with folks that are obliged to be difunt. Sir Andrew has been at me fome time (feeing I can't keep this presferation to myself) to bleed and bolus for fix weeks or fo, that I may vacuate fome of my moifter, and dry up my poruffes abit.

What do you think of this, Efquire? I hate purgers as I hate Lucifer-Satancotus, as Gab calls him, but I would potecaryarize myfelf for fake of good breeding. To tell you the truth, there is a fort of a pleasant comical nothing-at-all, in the life of your bettermoft genii, that I like mortationly well indeed. I warrant you, we went it round the great garden last night by moon-fhine for two hours-none but your tip-top fpecie, giggling and going it all the time-clack-clack-clack--yes-yes-yes--no-no-no- --ha! ha ha!-he! he! he!-ti-tum, ti-tum-ti-ti-dum-Pardon me, Madam-pardon me, Mifs,-Skufe me, Sir-out with the footoff with the hat-down with the breech-oh Efquire-Efquire Heathcoate, 'tis just the thing to a T. Laft night a little afore we went awalkin, I finished giving the band, as they call it that is to fay, getting a pretty lady over a gutter, for inftance-or handin her over a puddle, or any thing the fame way-allowing for th' alteration. I was once, before I had my fortune, low enough to fay on fuch caffion, Come Bet, Het, Pol, Mol, Fan, Kit, or what not-allowing for the alteration---Come, gee us your fift, or tip us your daddie---or lends hold o' your fore foot, elfe may hap you may draggle the tail o' you in the water. Odds merciful miferecordibus! as Gab fays, no fuch thing now by a million. Contrary fo much, that one of the best things a better moft body can do, is to manage this matter as't fhould be. Sir Andrew himself, for Fample, is the greatest dabfter in the world at it. For instance, there's he, there's a woman, and there's a croffing, or a flippihin of waterwafh; mayhap, we'll fay, covered o'er with stepping stones--Now mark, Efquire. Now comes your jemmy work---Well---get over they must---Indulge me, Mifs, or Madam, or my Lady, fays he, allowing for th'alteration, with the favor of your fair hand--Sir, you are very plite. Well...what's next? Whewe--fhe's a t'other fide. But how the miferecordibus did the get there I wonder fays you? Ah! there lies the point. Now I'll tell you. First, Mifs, &c. allowing for the alteration, tucks up piece of petticoat, fets her pretty foot on ftepping ftone, fhews dainty turn'd ancle, and is obliged, for the fake of bettermoft breedin, to look a little as if she was scar'd, Oh, Lord---fays fhe---Fear not, dear creature, divine angel, noble Madam, magnanimous Mifs, &c. allowing for the alteration---fear nothing; then, Efquire, he takes her hand, and takes her waift, and gie her a querrick, and they take a little bit of a thing 'twixt a hop and a jump, and he kiffes her glove, and bends hinder-part, and bows head, and gets grin into's feace, and gis a bit of he, he, he, and fhews his white, powderpurg'd grinders, and---and---'tis all over as neat as the lady's leg: I ha' been a long while on this head, case 'tis almost half way clean up to the top genii, and Sir Andrew 'clares 'pon his honour, no gentleman can do long without it---I ha' practis'd hugely, and I find I am up to every part of the puddle-plitenefs, 'cept poufing out hinder-part, and getting the grin. In aiming at the firft matter, I ha' overfet one of Mafter De Grey's china jars; for the thing is natural. I a'n't made quite fo plite as I fhould be 'bout the bottom VOL. XI.

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