tune ſeems to have in Store for me.’ ‘Fie, Mr. Jones,’ replied Sophia, ‘I am ſure you cannot be in Earneſt now. This affected Contempt of Life is only an Exceſs of your Complaiſance to me. You would endeavour to leſſen the Obligation of having twice ventured it for my Sake. Beware the third Time.’—She ſpoke theſe laſt Words with a Smile and a Softneſs inexpreſſible. Jones anſwered with a Sign, ‘He feared it was already too late for Caution,’—and then looking tenderly and ſtedfaſtly on her, he cry’d, ‘Oh! Miſs Weſtern,—Can you deſire me to live? Can you wiſh me ſo ill?’—Sophia looking down on the Ground, anſwered with ſome Heſitation, ‘Indeed, Mr. Jones, I do not wiſh you ill.’—‘Oh! I know too well that heavenly Temper,’ cries Jones, ‘that divine Goodneſs which is beyond every other Charm.’ ‘Nay, now,’ anſwered ſhe, ‘I underſtand you not.’—‘I can ſtay no longer,—I—. I would not be underſtood,’ cries he, ‘nay, I can’t be underſtood. I know not what I ſay. Meeting you here ſo unexpectedly—I have been unguarded—for Heaven’s Sake pardon me, if I have ſaid any Thing to offend you—I did not mean it—indeed, I would rather have‘died
