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repulsed ; le caught her in his aris-wnen LovedllGre daried into the room, and Sir Brilliant, with the most perfect nonchairnice, dropped on his knee, pretending to fasten the buckle in his shoe. A violent altercation now ensued, in the midst of which Sir Bashful Constant entered to inquire the cause of all this disturbance. Lovemore instantly put the letter into his hands, vehemently declaring it a most unparalleled breach of friendship! an unjustifiable offence! to all which Sir Bashful cordially assented, and Sir Brilliant, ashamed, could not utter one word in his own defence.
But Lovemore's triumph was of short duration, and a scene ensued which overwhelmed him with shame and confusion. Sir Bashful commenced the attack, by quietly putting a letter into the hands of Sir Brilliant, and requesting him to read it aloud. It was Lovemore's letter to Lady Constant, the fragments of which Sir Bashful had picked up and pasted together ! This unexpected stroke was mos! perplexing to Lovemore ; and, not prepared for any defence, he was hastily quitting the room, but was intercepted by Mrs. Belmour, who, seizing his hand, exclaimed, “ Mr dear Lord Etheridge, I am very glad to see you. Mrs. Lovemore, allow me to introduce Lord Etheridge, a very particular friend of mine." Again he strove to escape; but Mrs. Lovemore detained him--and presented him to Mrs. Belmour as her husband, Mr. Lovemore--while Sir Brilliant and Sir Bashful laughed aloud, and bade “his honourable lordship welcome.” Exasperated, he burst from them, to go to the card room; when Lady Constant ran full against him, and begged him, as he loved her so much, to be her banker for an hundred pounds, as she had lost all her money! Another burst of laughter now assailed his earswhile Lady Constant assuming a serious aspect, informed Mrs. Lovemore, of the insult she had withio the last few hours experienced from her husband.
The poor crest-fallen Lovemore stood in the midst, unable for some moments to utter a sentence ; till y jaded by the sarcasms of Sir Bashful, he resolved to have some little revenge. Pulling therefore from his pocket, the letter of Sir Bashful to Lady Constant, he read it aloud, and then presented it to her ladyship, assuring her those were his real sentiments. It was now Sir Bashful's turn to be disconcerted, but Lovemore cheered him, by saying that no wise man would be ashamed of loving a valuable woman. Mutual explanations, acknowledgments, and apolo gics, now took place on all sides ; and the sprightly widow undertook to be a peacemaker, assuring Lavernere that all his errors should be pardoned, on condition that he made due expiation for his errors to his neglected wife. When to the great surprise of all present, and most particularly of Isabel-he declared stre had not any cause of complaint , for tiat the improprieties of his conduct had priginated in the folly of hers.
"Of my conduct, Sir! (exclaimed Isabel, in anger) I cannot understand you !"
“Yes, loadum, I 'repeat it, in your conduct-I here declare before you all, and I am above palliating the matter, I here declare, that no man in England could be better inclined to domestic hapfiness, if you, madam, on your part, had been wilJing to make home agreeable. You could tako pains enough before marriage ; you could put forth
!! your charms ; practise all your arts; for ever changing ; running an eternal round of variety, to win my affections ; but when you had won them, you did not think them worth your keeping ; never dressed ; pensive, silent, melancholy; and the only entertainment in my house was the dear pleasure of & dull conjugal tete-a-tete ; and all this insipidity, because you think the sole merit of a wife consists truly.”
in her virtue : a fine way of amusing a husband,
Isabel willingly owned her conviction of error, and promised amendment in future.“ "There, there (cried the lovely widow), kiss and be friends, nay, no tears! Here, Mrs. Lovemore, take your reclaimed libertine to your arms.
Lovemore now pressed her to his heart ; and solicited her pardon for all his follies past ; assuring her that it was indeed in her power to make a reclaimed libertine of him, if she would exert that power.
Timely awakened to a sense of mutual error, their future lives were liappy in the extreme. Each faithful to their promises of amendment, they were ever afterwards considered as patterns of conjugal happiness.
The timid Sir Bashful, shielding himself under so powerful an example, set the prejudices of the world at defiance, and made it bis perpetual study to contribute to the happiness of his wife, whose increusing attachment rewarded his affection.
Sir Brilliant Fashion, aroused by these circumstances to something like serious reflection, began to think that there was more happiness in the moderation of virtue, than in the excesses of fashionable levity ; and strengthened in his opinions by. the good sense of Mrs. Belmour, a revolution took place in his manners and habits ; so that, when, soon afterwards, he received her hand in marriage, he found there was more solid happiness in being a faithful husband, than a professed rake. From the errors of others he learned to correct his own; and light, trifling, and insignificant as the conduct of Sir Brilliant, Sir Bashful, and Mr. Lovemore had previously been,--the timely and judicious interference of Mrs. Belmour awakened them all to reflection, and frora reflection they learned the pleasing and profitable task of amendment.
Tis observation, well applied,
The industrious bee, which rankling poigcn bears,
Oh! vice accursed, that lurest thy victim on
" Why what a world is this! The slave that digs for gold receives his daily pittance, and sleeps contented; while those, for whom he labours, convert their good to mischief, making abundance the means of want. What had I to do with play? I wanted nothing—My wishes and my means were equal. The poor followed me with blessings ; love scattered roses on my pillow; and morning waked me to delight-Oh ! bitter thought, that leads me to what I was, by what I am ! I would forget both. My wife, my wife! Oh, I have played the boy, dropping my counters in the stream ; and, reaching to redeem them, lost myself !”