what will not the energy of love effect,-what stone walls or iron bars can keep a Jupiter from his Danaë, when he descends in a golden shower! The interview took place, several other meetings succeeded; Mrs. Titup gave up the profession of Melpomené for that of Flora; -and Florizel was as happy as a girl would be on putting her arms into a new muff, for the first time. Perdita thought she had secured her bird in her cage, and was visited with nighly visions of ambition and avarice, but never once dreamed of inconstancy.

"Fool, not to know, that Love endures no ties,
And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjuries."

But she was too soon to awake, and curse the return of envious light. The dreadful note of final separation sounded in her ears, and broke her airy visions of wealth and power.→ "At the moment," she says, "when every thing was prepared for the Squire's establish ment--when I looked impatiently for the arrival of that day, in which I might behold my adored friend, gracefully receiving the accla mations of his future tenants; when I might

enjoy the public protection of that being for whom I gave up all, I received from him a cold and unkind letter briefly informing me, that we must meet no more!" Mrs. Titup solemnly asserted, that she was ignorant of any just cause for so sudden an alteration. Sweet innocence and simplicity! It is probably the first time, that ever the Reader heard of such assistants behind the scenes. If she knew no just cause for separation, the Squire's advisers were well aware, that the public acclamations would have been sunk into sullen contempt and disdain by this early specimen of public protection at the public expence. But

"Art is but Nature's ape, and plays her ill.”

Mrs. Titup thought she had found out the cause in a rival, one Mrs. A—— ; but she might have gone through the Alphabet from Alpha to Omega, and some rival might still have been found, whose name would have answered to the initial letter. For our young Squire, like Jupiter,

46 -of heav'n one large seraglio made,

Each goddess turn'd a glorious punk o' th' trade;

Almighty letch'ry got his first repute,

And everlasting whoring was his chiefest attribute.".

Instead of Mrs. Titup's returning to her former lucrative profession, as she ought to, and might have done, (for chastity is no more an indispensable requisite to the admission of a female into a green room, than into one of the nunneries in King's Place,) she lived away upon the strength of the Squire's bond, till her debts increased to some thousands of pounds, and her creditors assailed her with insulting illiberality, which are the terms adopted by all these highflyers, when speaking of the visits of their creditors to receive payment of their just demands.

If such a woman's word be worthy of belief, the Squire now gave an instance of imbecility, and, we may add, cruelty, for so it certainly was, to raise hopes merely to crush them. He appointed a meeting, behaved to her with every appearance of tender attachment, and declared that he had never for one moment ceased to love her. She flattered herself, that all their differences were now accommodated; but meetng him in a public walk the very next day, he affected not to know her!

It may be, that this story was invented to defend herself from a charge of selfish interest and avarice, notwithstanding that she affected to bewail only the loss of the Squire's attachment, as she did in the following pretty lines, intended to convey to him her design of leaving that country, which his infidelity had rendered disgusting to her :

"Thou art no more my bosom's friend ;
Here must the sweet delusion end,

That charm'd my senses many a year,
Thro' smiling summers, winters drear.

"FREELAND, farewell!

"Where'er my lonely course I bend,
Thy image shall my steps attend;
Each object I am doom'd to see,
Shall bid remembrance picture Thee.
Yes; I shall view Thee in each flow'r,
That changes with the transient hour:
Thy wand'ring fancy I shall find,
Borne on the wings of ev'ry wind;

Thy wild impetuous passion trace,

O'er the white waves' tempestuous space;

In ev'ry changing season prove

An emblem of thy wav'ring love."

Upon the necks of nobles: low were laid
The rev'rend crozier, and the holy mitre,
And desolation cover'd all the land!

Who can remember this, and not, like me,
Here vow to sheathe a dagger in his heart,
Whose damn'd ambition would renew these horrors,
And set once more that scene of blood before us?"

It must be allowed, that the land which the Squire ploughed-up, was either too common, or worn out, to produce any such seeds of dissention, and it would have been happy, perhaps, for the tenantry, if all his younger brethren had pursued his taste and example, in that respect at least.

VOL. I.