She cries, Down with her chastity,
Down to the very ground!
IX.
Ev’n so shalt thou, O wicked one!
At length to shame be brought,
And happy shall all those be call’d
That my deliv’rance wrought.
X.
Yea, blessed shall the man be called
That shames thee of thy evil,
And saves me from thy vile attempts,
And thee, too, from the d—l.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday.
I write now with a little more liking, though less opportunity, because
Mr. Williams has got a large parcel of my papers, safe in his hands, to
send them to you, as he has opportunity; so I am not quite uselessly
employed: and I am delivered besides, from the fear of their being
found, if I should be searched, or discovered. I have been permitted to
take an airing, five or six miles, with Mrs. Jewkes: But, though I know
not the reason, she watches me more closely than ever; so that we have
discontinued, by consent, for these three days, the sunflower
correspondence.
The poor cook-maid has had a bad mischance; for she has been hurt much
by a bull in the pasture, by the side of the garden, not far from the
back-door. Now this pasture I am to cross, which is about half a mile,
and then is a common, and near that a private horse-road, where I hope
to find an opportunity for escaping, as soon as Mr. Williams can get me
a horse, and has made all ready for me: for he has got me the key,
which he put under the mould, just by the door, as he found an
opportunity to hint to me.
He just now has signified, that the gentleman is dead, whose living he
has had hope of; and he came pretendedly to tell Mrs. Jewkes of it; and
so could speak this to her before me. She wished him joy. See what the
world is! One man’s death is another man’s joy. Thus we thrust out one
another!—My hard case makes me serious. He found means to slide a
letter into my hands, and is gone away: He looked at me with such
respect and solemness at parting, that Mrs. Jewkes said, Why, madam, I
believe our young parson is half in love with you.—Ah! Mrs. Jewkes,
said I, he knows better. Said she, (I believe to sound me,) Why, I
can’t see you can either of you do better; and I have lately been so
touched for you, seeing how heavily you apprehend dishonour from my
master, that I think it is pity you should not have Mr. Williams.
I knew this must be a fetch of hers; because, instead of being troubled
for me, as she pretended, she watched me closer, and him too: and so I
said, There is not the man living that I desire to marry. If I can but
keep myself honest, it is all my desire: And to be a comfort and
assistance to my poor parents, if it should be my happy lot to be so,
is the very top of my ambition. Well, but, said she, I have been
thinking very seriously, that Mr. Williams would make you a good
husband; and as he will owe all his fortune to my master, he will be
very glad, to be sure, to be obliged to him for a wife of his choosing:
especially, said she, such a pretty one, and one so ingenious, and
genteelly educated.
This gave me a doubt, whether she knew of my master’s intimation of
that sort formerly; and I asked her, if she had reason to surmise that
that was in view? No, she said; it was only her own thought; but it was
very likely that my master had either that in view, or something better
for me. But, if I approved of it, she would propose such a thing to her
master directly; and gave a detestable hint, that I might take
resolutions upon it, of bringing such an affair to effect. I told her I
abhorred her vile insinuation; and as to Mr. Williams, I thought him a
civil good sort of man; but, as on one side, he was above me; so, on
the other, I said of all things I did not love a parson. So, finding
she could make nothing of me, she quitted the subject. I will open his
letter by and by, and give you the contents of it; for she is up and
down so much, that I am afraid of her surprising me.
Well, I see Providence has not abandoned me: I shall be under no
necessity to make advances to Mr. Williams, if I was (as I am sure I am
not) disposed to it. This is his letter:
‘I know not how to express myself, lest I should appear to you to have
a selfish view in the service I would do you. But I really know but one
effectual and honourable way to disengage yourself from the dangerous
situation you are in. It is that of marriage with some person that you
could make happy in your approbation. As for my own part, it would be,
as things stand, my apparent ruin; and, worse still, I should involve
you in misery too. But, yet, so great is my veneration for you, and so
entire my reliance on Providence, upon so just an occasion, that I
should think myself but too happy, if I might be accepted. I would, in
this case, forego all my expectations, and be your conductor to some
safe distance. But why do I say, in this case? That I will do, whether
you think fit to reward me so eminently or not: And I will, the moment
I hear of Mr. B——’s setting out, (and I think now I have settled a very
good method of intelligence of all his motions,) get a horse ready, and
myself to conduct you. I refer myself wholly to your goodness and
direction; and am, with the highest respect,
‘Your most faithful humble servant.’
‘Don’t think this a sudden resolution. I always admired your hear-say
character; and the moment I saw you, wished to serve so much
excellence.’
What shall I say, my dear father and mother, to this unexpected
declaration? I want, now, more than ever, your blessing and direction.
But, after all, I have no mind to marry; I had rather live with you.
But yet, I would marry a man who begs from door to door, and has no
home nor being, rather than endanger my honesty. Yet I cannot,
methinks, hear of being a wife.—After a thousand different thoughts, I
wrote as follows:
‘REVEREND SIR,
‘I am greatly confused at the contents of your last. You are much too
generous, and I can’t bear you should risk all your future prospects
for so unworthy a creature. I cannot think of your offer without equal
concern and gratitude: for nothing, but to avoid my utter ruin, can
make me think of a change of condition; and so, sir, you ought not to
accept of such an involuntary compliance, as mine would be, were I,
upon the last necessity, to yield to your very generous proposal. I
will rely wholly upon your goodness to me, in assisting my escape; but
shall not, on your account principally, think of the honour you propose
for me at present; and never, but at the pleasure of my parents; who,
poor as they are, in such a weighty point, are as much entitled to my
obedience and duty, as if they were ever so rich. I beg you, therefore,
sir, not to think of any thing from me, but everlasting gratitude,
which shall always bind me to be ‘Your most obliged servant.’
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, the 14th, 15th, and 16th, of my bondage.
Mrs. Jewkes has received a letter, and is much civiller to me, and Mr.
Williams too, than she used to be. I wonder I have not one in answer to
mine to my master. I suppose I put the matter too home to him: and he
is angry. I am not the more pleased with her civility; for she is
horrid cunning, and is not a whit less watchful. I laid a trap to get
at her instructions, which she carries in the bosom of her stays; but
it has not succeeded.
My last letter is come safe to Mr. Williams by the old conveyance, so
that he is not suspected. He has intimated, that though I have not come
so readily as he hoped into his scheme, yet his diligence shall not be
slackened, and he will leave it to Providence and himself to dispose of
him as he shall be found to deserve. He has signified to me, that he
shall soon send a special messenger with the packet to you, and I have
added to it what has occurred since.
Sunday.
I am just now quite astonished!—I hope all is right!—but I have a
strange turn to acquaint you with. Mr. Williams and Mrs. Jewkes came to
me both together; he in ecstacies, she with a strange fluttering sort
of air. Well, said she, Mrs. Pamela, I give you joy! I give you
joy!—Let nobody speak but me! Then she sat down, as out of breath,
puffing and blowing. Why, every thing turns as I said it would! said
she: Why, there is to be a match between you and Mr. Williams! Well, I
always thought it. Never was so good a master!—Go to, go to, naughty,
mistrustful Mrs. Pamela; nay, Mrs. Williams, said the forward creature,
I may as good call you: you ought on your knees to beg his pardon a
thousand times for mistrusting him.
She was going on; but I said, Don’t torture me thus, I beseech you,
Mrs. Jewkes. Let me know all!—Ah! Mr. Williams, said I, take care, take
care!—Mistrustful again! said she: Why, Mr. Williams, shew her your
letter, and I will shew her mine: they were brought by the same hand.
I trembled at the thoughts of what this might mean; and said, You have
so surprised me, that I cannot stand, nor hear, nor read! Why did you
come up in such a manner to attack such weak spirits? said he, to Mrs.
Jewkes, Shall we leave our letters with Mrs. Pamela, and let her
recover from her surprise? Ay, said she, with all my heart; here is
nothing but flaming honour and good will! And so saying, they left me
their letters and withdrew.
My heart was quite sick with the surprise, so that I could not
presently read them, notwithstanding my impatience; but, after a while,
recovering, I found the contents thus strange and unexpected:
‘MR. WILLIAMS,
‘The death of Mr. Fownes has now given me the opportunity I have long
wanted, to make you happy, and that in a double respect: For I shall
soon put you in possession of his living; and, if you have the art of
making yourself well received, of one of the loveliest wives in
England. She has not been used (as she has reason to think) according
to her merit; but when she finds herself under the protection of a man
of virtue and probity, and a happy competency to support life in the
manner to which she has been of late years accustomed, I am persuaded
she will forgive those seeming hardships which have paved the way to so
happy a lot, as I hope it will be to you both. I have only to account
for and excuse the odd conduct I have been guilty of, which I shall do
when I see you: but as I shall soon set out for London, I believe it
will not be yet this month. Mean time, if you can prevail with Pamela,
you need not suspend for that your mutual happiness; only let me have
notice of it first, and that she approves of it; which ought to be, in
so material a point, entirely at her option; as I assure you, on the
other hand, I would have it at yours, that nothing may be wanting to
complete your happiness. ‘I am your humble servant.’
Was ever the like heard?—Lie still, my throbbing heart, divided as thou
art, between thy hopes and thy fears!—But this is the letter Mrs.
Jewkes left with me:
‘MRS. JEWKES,
‘You have been very careful and diligent in the task, which, for
reasons I shall hereafter explain, I had imposed upon you. Your trouble
is now almost at an end; for I have written my intentions to Mr.
Williams so particularly, that I need say the less here, because he
will not scruple, I believe, to let you know the contents of my letter.
I have only one thing to mention, that if you find what I have hinted
to him in the least measure disagreeable to either, you assure them
both, that they are at entire liberty to pursue their own inclinations.
I hope you continue your civilities to the mistrustful, uneasy Pamela,
who now will begin to think better of hers and ‘Your friend, etc.’
I had hardly time to transcribe these letters, though, writing so much,
I write pretty fast, before they both came up again in high spirits;
and Mr. Williams said, I am glad at my heart, madam, that I was
beforehand in my declarations to you: this generous letter has made me
the happiest man on earth; and, Mrs. Jewkes, you may be sure, that if I
can procure this fair one’s consent, I shall think myself—I interrupted
the good man, and said, Ah! Mr. Williams, take care, take care; don’t
let—There I stopt; and Mrs. Jewkes said, Still mistrustful!—I never saw
the like in my life!—But I see, said she, I was not wrong, while my old
orders lasted, to be wary of you both—I should have had a hard task to
prevent you, I find; for, as the saying is, Nought can restrain consent
of twain.
I doubted not her taking hold of his joyful indiscretion.—I took her
letter, and said, Here, Mrs. Jewkes, is yours; I thank you for it; but
I have been so long in a maze, that I can say nothing of this for the
present. Time will bring all to light.—Sir, said I, here is yours: May
every thing turn to your happiness! I give you joy of my master’s
goodness in the living.—It will be dying, said he, not a living,
without you.—Forbear, sir, said I; while I have a father and mother, I
am not my own mistress, poor as they are; and I’ll see myself quite at
liberty, before I shall think myself fit to make a choice.
Mrs. Jewkes held up her eyes and hands, and said, Such art, such
caution, such cunning, for thy years!—Well!—Why, said I, (that he might
be more on his guard, though I hope there cannot be deceit in this;
’twould be strange villany, and that is a hard word, if there should!)
I have been so used to be made a fool of by fortune, that I hardly can
tell how to govern myself; and am almost an infidel as to mankind. But
I hope I may be wrong; henceforth, Mrs. Jewkes, you shall regulate my
opinions as you please, and I will consult you in every thing—(that I
think proper, said I to myself)—for, to be sure, though I may forgive
her, I can never love her.
She left Mr. Williams and me, a few minutes, together; and I said,
Consider, sir, consider what you have done. ’Tis impossible, said he,
there can be deceit. I hope so, said I; but what necessity was there
for you to talk of your former declaration? Let this be as it will,
that could do no good, especially before this woman. Forgive me, sir;
they talk of women’s promptness of speech; but, indeed, I see an honest
heart is not always to be trusted with itself in bad company.
He was going to reply, but though her task is said to be ALMOST (I took
notice of that word) at an end, she came up to us again, and said;
Well, I had a good mind to show you the way to church to-morrow. I was
glad of this, because, though in my present doubtful situation I should
not have chosen it, yet I would have encouraged her proposal, to be
able to judge by her being in earnest or otherwise, whether one might
depend upon the rest. But Mr. Williams again indiscreetly helped her to
an excuse, by saying, that it was now best to defer it one Sunday, and
till matters were riper for my appearance: and she readily took hold of
it, and confirmed his opinion.
After all, I hope the best: but if this should turn out to be a plot, I
fear nothing but a miracle can save me. But, sure the heart of man is
not capable of such black deceit. Besides, Mr. Williams has it under
his own hand, and he dare not but be in earnest: and then again, though
to be sure he has been very wrong to me, yet his education, and
parents’ example, have neither of them taught him such very black
contrivances. So I will hope for the best.
Mr. Williams, Mrs. Jewkes, and I, have been all three walking together
in the garden; and she pulled out her key, and we walked a little in
the pasture to look at the bull, an ugly, grim, surly creature, that
hurt the poor cook-maid; who is got pretty well again. Mr. Williams
pointed at the sunflower, but I was forced to be very reserved to him;
for the poor gentleman has no guard, no caution at all.
We have just supped together, all three: and I cannot yet think that
all must be right.—Only I am resolved not to marry, if I can help it;
and I will give no encouragement, I am resolved, at least, till I am
with you.
Mr. Williams said, before Mrs. Jewkes, he would send a messenger with a
letter to my father and mother.—I think the man has no discretion in
the world: but I desire you will send no answer, till I have the
pleasure and happiness which now I hope for soon, of seeing you. He
will, in sending my packet, send a most tedious parcel of stuff, of my
oppressions, my distresses, my fears; and so I will send this with it;
(for Mrs. Jewkes gives me leave to send a letter to my father, which
looks well;) and I am glad I can conclude, after all my sufferings,
with my hopes, to be soon with you, which I know will give you comfort;
and so I rest, begging the continuance of your prayers and blessings,
Your ever dutiful DAUGHTER.
MY DEAR FATHER AND MOTHER,
I have so much time upon my hands that I must write on, to employ
myself. The Sunday evening, where I left off, Mrs. Jewkes asked me, If
I chose to be by myself; I said, Yes, with all my heart, if she
pleased. Well, said she, after to-night you shall. I asked her for more
paper; and she gave me a bottle of ink, eight sheets of paper, which
she said was all her store, (for now she would get me to write for her
to our master, if she had occasion,) and six pens, with a piece of
sealing wax. This looks mighty well.
She pressed me, when she came to bed, very much, to give encouragement
to Mr. Williams, and said many things in his behalf; and blamed my
shyness to him. I told her, I was resolved to give no encouragement,
till I had talked to my father and mother. She said, he fancied I
thought of somebody else, or I could never be so insensible. I assured
her, as I could do very safely, that there was not a man on earth I
wished to have: and as to Mr. Williams, he might do better by far: and
I had proposed so much happiness in living with my poor father and
mother, that I could not think of any scheme of life with pleasure,
till I had tried that. I asked her for my money; and she said, it was
above in her strong box, but that I should have it to-morrow. All these
things look well, as I said.
Mr. Williams would go home this night, though late, because he would
despatch a messenger to you with a letter he had proposed from himself,
and my packet. But pray don’t encourage him, as I said; for he is much
too heady and precipitate as to this matter, in my way of thinking;
though, to be sure, he is a very good man, and I am much obliged to
him.
Monday morning.
Alas-a-day! we have bad news from poor Mr. Williams. He has had a sad
mischance; fallen among rogues in his way home last night: but by good
chance has saved my papers. This is the account he gives of it to Mrs.
Jewkes:
‘GOOD MRS. JEWKES,
‘I have had a sore misfortune in going from you. When I had got as near
the town as the dam, and was going to cross the wooden bridge, two
fellows got hold of me, and swore bitterly they would kill me, if I did
not give them what I had. They rummaged my pockets, and took from me my
snuff-box, my seal-ring, and half a guinea, and some silver, and
halfpence; also my handkerchief, and two or three letters I had in my
pockets. By good fortune, the letter Mrs. Pamela gave me was in my
bosom, and so that escaped but they bruised my head and face, and
cursing me for having no more money, tipped me into the dam, crying, be
there, parson, till to-morrow! My shins and knees were bruised much in
the fall against one of the stumps; and I had like to have been
suffocated in water and mud. To be sure, I shan’t be able to stir out
this day or two: for I am a frightful spectacle! My hat and wig I was
forced to leave behind me, and go home, a mile and a half, without; but
they were found next morning, and brought me, with my snuff-box, which
the rogues must have dropped. My cassock is sadly torn, as is my band.
To be sure, I was much frightened, for a robbery in these parts has not
been known many years. Diligent search is making after the rogues. My
humble respects to good Mrs. Pamela: if she pities my misfortunes, I
shall be the sooner well, and fit to wait on her and you. This did not
hinder me in writing a letter, though with great pain, as I do this,
(To be sure this good man can keep no secret!) and sending it away by a
man and horse, this morning. I am, good Mrs. Jewkes,
‘Your most obliged humble servant.’
‘God be praised it is no worse! And I find I have got no cold, though
miserably wet from top to toe. My fright, I believe, prevented me from
catching cold: for I was not rightly myself for some hours, and know
not how I got home. I will write a letter of thanks this night, if I am
able, to my kind patron, for his inestimable goodness to me. I wish I
was enabled to say all I hope, with regard to the better part of his
bounty to me, incomparable Mrs. Pamela.’
The wicked brute fell a laughing, when she had read this letter, till
her fat sides shook. Said she, I can but think how the poor parson
looked, after parting with his pretty mistress in such high spirits,
when he found himself at the bottom of the dam! And what a figure he
must cut in his tattered band and cassock, and without a hat and wig,
when he got home. I warrant, added she, he was in a sweet pickle!—I
said, I thought it was very barbarous to laugh at such a misfortune;
but she replied, As he was safe, she laughed; otherwise she would have
been sorry: and she was glad to see me so concerned for him—It looked
promising, she said.
I heeded not her reflections; but as I have been used to causes for
mistrusts, I cannot help saying, that I don’t like this thing: And
their taking his letters most alarms me.—How happy it was they missed
my packet! I knew not what to think of it!—But why should I let every
accident break my peace? Yet it will do so, while I stay here.
Mrs. Jewkes is mightily at me, to go with her in the chariot, to visit
Mr. Williams. She is so officious to bring on the affair between us,
that, being a cunning, artful woman, I know not what to make of it: I
have refused her absolutely; urging, that except I intended to
encourage his suit, I ought not to do it. And she is gone without me.
I have strange temptations to get away in her absence, for all these
fine appearances. ’Tis sad to have nobody to advise with!—I know not
what to do. But, alas for me! I have no money, if I should, to buy any
body’s civilities, or to pay for necessaries or lodgings. But I’ll go
into the garden, and resolve afterwards——
I have been in the garden, and to the back-door: and there I stood, my
heart up at my mouth. I could not see I was watched; so this looks
well. But if any thing should go bad afterwards, I should never forgive
myself, for not taking this opportunity. Well, I will go down again,
and see if all is clear, and how it looks out at the back-door in the
pasture.
To be sure, there is witchcraft in this house; and I believe Lucifer is
bribed, as well as all about me, and is got into the shape of that
nasty grim bull to watch me!—For I have been again, and ventured to
open the door, and went out about a bow-shot into the pasture; but
there stood that horrid bull, staring me full in the face, with fiery
saucer eyes, as I thought. So I got in again, for fear he should come
at me. Nobody saw me, however.—Do you think there are such things as
witches and spirits? If there be, I believe, in my heart, Mrs. Jewkes
has got this bull of her side. But yet, what could I do without money,
or a friend’—O this wicked woman! to trick me so! Every thing, man,
woman, and beast, is in a plot against your poor Pamela, I think!—Then
I know not one step of the way, nor how far to any house or cottage;
and whether I could gain protection, if I got to a house: And now the
robbers are abroad too, I may run into as great danger as I want to
escape; nay, greater much, if these promising appearances hold: And
sure my master cannot be so black as that they should not!—What can I
do?—I have a good mind to try for it once more; but then I may be
pursued and taken: and it will be worse for me; and this wicked woman
will beat me, and take my shoes away, and lock me up.
But, after all, if my master should mean well, he can’t be angry at my
fears, if I should escape; and nobody can blame me; and I can more
easily be induced, with you, when all my apprehensions are over, to
consider his proposal of Mr. Williams, than I could here; and he
pretends, as you have read in his letter, he will leave me to my
choice: Why then should I be afraid? I will go down again, I think! But
yet my heart misgives me, because of the difficulties before me, in
escaping; and being so poor and so friendless!—O good God! the
preserver of the innocent! direct me what to do!
Well, I have just now a sort of strange persuasion upon me, that I
ought to try to get way, and leave the issue to Providence. So, once
more—I’ll see, at least, if this bull be still there.