DEAR KNIGHT,

I now sit down to execute the threat in the tail of my last. The truth

is, I am big with the secret, and long to be delivered. It relates to my

guardian, who, you know, is at present our principal object in view.

T’other day, I thought I had detected him in such a state of frailty, as

would but ill become his years and character. There is a decent sort of

woman, not disagreeable in her person, that comes to the Well, with a

poor emaciated child, far gone in a consumption. I had caught my uncle’s

eyes several times directed to this person, with a very suspicious

expression in them, and every time he saw himself observed, he hastily

withdrew them, with evident marks of confusion--I resolved to watch him

more narrowly, and saw him speaking to her privately in a corner of the

walk. At length, going down to the Well one day, I met her half way up

the hill to Clifton, and could not help suspecting she was going to our

lodgings by appointment, as it was about one o’clock, the hour when my

sister and I are generally at the Pump-room.--This notion exciting my

curiosity, I returned by a back-way, and got unperceived into my own

chamber, which is contiguous to my uncle’s apartment. Sure enough, the

woman was introduced but not into his bedchamber; he gave her audience

in a parlour; so that I was obliged to shift my station to another room,

where, however, there was a small chink in the partition, through which

I could perceive what passed. My uncle, though a little lame, rose up

when she came in, and setting a chair for her, desired she would sit

down: then he asked if she would take a dish of chocolate, which she

declined, with much acknowledgment. After a short pause, he said, in a

croaking tone of voice, which confounded me not a little, ‘Madam, I am

truly concerned for your misfortunes; and if this trifle can be of any

service to you, I beg you will accept it without ceremony.’ So saying,

he put a bit of paper into her hand, which she opening with great

trepidation, exclaimed in an extacy, ‘Twenty pounds! Oh, sir!’ and

sinking down upon a settee, fainted away--Frightened at this fit, and,

I suppose, afraid of calling for assistance, lest her situation

should give rise to unfavourable conjectures, he ran about the room in

distraction, making frightful grimaces; and, at length, had recollection

enough to throw a little water in her face; by which application she was

brought to herself: but, then her feeling took another turn. She shed

a flood of tears, and cried aloud, ‘I know not who you are: but,

sure--worthy sir--generous sir!--the distress of me and my poor dying

child--Oh! if the widow’s prayers--if the orphan’s tears of gratitude

can ought avail--gracious Providence--Blessings!--shower down eternal

blessings.’--Here she was interrupted by my uncle, who muttered in

a voice still more and more discordant, ‘For Heaven’s sake be quiet,

madam--consider--the people of the house--‘sdeath! can’t you.’--All this

time she was struggling to throw herself on her knees, while he seizing

her by the wrists, endeavoured to seat her upon the settee, saying,

‘Prithee--good now--hold your tongue’--At that instant, who should

burst into--the room but our aunt Tabby! of all antiquated maidens the

most diabolically capricious--Ever prying into other people’s affairs,

she had seen the woman enter, and followed her to the door, where she

stood listening, but probably could hear nothing distinctly, except my

uncle’s, last exclamation; at which she bounded into the parlour in a

violent rage, that dyed the tip of her nose of a purple hue,--‘Fy upon

you, Matt! (cried she) what doings are these, to disgrace your own

character, and disparage your family?’--Then, snatching the bank note

out of the stranger’s hand, she went on--‘How now, twenty

pounds!--here is temptation with a witness!--Good-woman, go about

your business--Brother, brother, I know not which most to admire; your

concupissins, or your extravagance!’--‘Good God (exclaimed the poor

woman) shall a worthy gentleman’s character suffer for an action

that does honour to humanity?’ By this time, uncle’s indignation was

effectually roused. His face grew pale, his teeth chattered, and his

eyes flashed--‘Sister (cried he, in a voice like thunder) I vow to God,

your impertinence is exceedingly provoking.’ With these words, he took

her by the hand, and, opening the door of communication, thrust her into

the chamber where I stood, so affected by the scene, that the tears ran

down my cheeks. Observing these marks of emotion, ‘I don’t wonder (said

she) to see you concerned at the back-slidings of so near a relation; a

man of his years and infirmities: These are fine doings, truly--This

is a rare example, set by a guardian, for the benefit of his

pupils--Monstrous! incongruous! sophistical!’--I thought it was but

an act of justice to set her to rights; and therefore explained the

mystery. But she would not be undeceived, ‘What (said she) would you

go for to offer for to arguefy me out of my senses? Did’n’t I hear

him whispering to her to hold her tongue? Did’n’t I see her in tears?

Did’n’t I see him struggling to throw her upon the couch? 0 filthy!

hideous! abominable! Child, child, talk not to me of charity.--Who gives

twenty pounds in charity?--But you are a stripling--You know nothing of

the world. Besides, charity begins at home--Twenty pounds would buy me a

complete suit of flowered silk, trimmings and all--’ In short, I quitted

the room, my contempt for her, and my respect for her brother, being

increased in the same proportion. I have since been informed, that the

person, whom my uncle so generously relieved, is the widow of an ensign,

who has nothing to depend upon but the pension of fifteen pounds a year.

The people of the Well-house give her an excellent character. She lodges

in a garret, and works very hard at plain work, to support her daughter,

who is dying of a consumption. I must own, to my shame, I feel a strong

inclination to follow my uncle’s example, in relieving this poor widow;

but, betwixt friends, I am afraid of being detected in a weakness, that

might entail the ridicule of the company, upon,

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