was a Clergyman died worſe than nothing, and ſo could not give me a Shilling of Potion, to undervalue myſelf, by marrying a poor Man, yet I would have you to know, I have a Spirit above all them Things. Marry come up, it would better become Madam Weſtern to look at Home, and remember who her own Grandfather was. Some of my Family, for ought I know, might ride in their Coaches, when the Grandfathers of ſome Voke walked a-voot. I warrant ſhe fancies ſhe did a mighty Matter, when ſhe ſent us that old Gownd; ſome of my Family would not have picked up ſuch Rags in the Street; but poor People are always trampled upon.—The Pariſh need not have been in ſuch a Fluſter with Molly.—You might have told them, Child, your Grandmother wore better Things new out of the Shop.’
‘Well but, conſider,’ cried George, ‘What Anſwer ſhall I make to Madam?’ ‘I don’t know what Anſwer,’ ſays ſhe, ‘You are always bringing your Family into one Quandary or another. Do you remembe rwhen you ſhot the Partridge, the Occaſion of all our Misfortunes? Did not I adviſe you never to go into Squire‘Weſtern’s
