"When she saw me, she screamed and would have flown; I stopt her, and told her I came faithfully and honourably to make her my wife:--her own faith and honour, though sullied, were not extinguished, for she instantly acknowledged the fatal tale of her undoing!

"Did I recompense this ingenuousness? this unexampled, this beautiful sacrifice to intuitive integrity? Yes! with my curses!--I loaded her with execrations, I reviled her in language the most opprobrious, I insulted her even for her confession! I invoked all evil upon her from the bottom of my heart--She knelt at my feet, she implored my forgiveness and compassion, she wept with the bitterness of despair,-- and yet I spurned her from me!--Spurned?--let me not hide my shame! I barbarously struck her!--nor single was the blow!--it was doubled, it was reiterated!--Oh wretch, unyielding and unpitying! where shall hereafter be clemency for thee!--So fair a form! so young a culprit! so infamously seduced! so humbly penitent!

"In this miserable condition, helpless and deplorable, mangled by these savage hands, and reviled by this inhuman tongue, I left her, in search of the villain who had destroyed her: but, cowardly as treacherous, he had absconded. Repenting my fury, I hastened to her again; the fierceness of my cruelty shamed me when I grew calmer, the softness of her sorrow melted me upon recollection: I returned, therefore, to soothe her,--but again she was gone! terrified with expectation of insult, she hid herself from all my enquiries. I wandered in search of her two long years to no purpose, regardless of my affairs, and of all things but that pursuit. At length, I thought I saw her--in London, alone, and walking in the streets at midnight,--I fearfully followed her,--and followed her into an house of infamy!

"The wretches by whom she was surrounded were noisy and drinking, they heeded me little,--but she saw and knew me at once! She did not speak, nor did I,--but in two moments she fainted and fell.

"Yet did I not help her; the people took their own measures to recover her, and when she was again able to stand, would have removed her to another apartment.

"I then went forward, and forcing them away from her with all the strength of desperation, I turned to the unhappy sinner, who to chance only seemed to leave what became of her, and cried, From this scene of vice and horror let me yet rescue you! you look still unfit for such society, trust yourself, therefore, to me. I seized her hand, I drew, I almost dragged her away. She trembled, she could scarce totter, but neither consented nor refused, neither shed a tear, nor spoke a word, and her countenance presented a picture of affright, amazement, and horror.




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