The History Of The Life Of The Late Mr. Jonathan Wild The Great(Fiscle Part 3) - Henry Fielding (best young adult book series txt) 📗
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He Had Now The Casket In His Hand), And Since She Perceived His
Designs Were No Longer Against Her Virtue, But Were Such As A
Woman Of Honour Might Listen To, She Must Own--And Then She
Feigned An Hesitation, When Theodosia Began: "Nay, Sister, I Am
Book 2 Chapter 3 Pg 58Resolved You Shall Counterfeit No Longer. I Assure You, Mr. Wild,
She Hath The Most Violent Passion For You In The World; And
Indeed, Dear Tishy, If You Offer To Go Back, Since I Plainly See
Mr. Wild's Designs Are Honourable, I Will Betray All You Have Ever
Said." "How, Sister!" Answered Laetitia; "I Protest You Will Drive
Me Out Of The Room: I Did Not Expect This Usage From You." Wild
Then Fell On His Knees, And, Taking Hold Of Her Hand, Repeated A
Speech, Which, As The Reader May Easily Suggest It To Himself, I
Shall Not Here Set Down. He Then Offered Her The Casket, But She
Gently Rejected It; And On A Second Offer, With A Modest
Countenance And Voice, Desired To Know What It Contained. Wild
Then Opened It, And Took Forth (With Sorrow I Write It, And With
Sorrow Will It Be Read) One Of Those Beautiful Necklaces With
Which, At The Fair Of Bartholomew, They Deck The Well-Bewhitened
Neck Of Thalestris Queen Of Amazons, Anna Bullen, Queen Elizabeth,
Or Some Other High Princess In Drollic Story. It Was Indeed
Composed Of That Paste Which Derdaeus Magnus, An Ingenious Toy-
Man, Doth At A Very Moderate Price Dispense Of To The Second-Rate
Beaus Of The Metropolis. For, To Open A Truth, Which We Ask Our
Reader's Pardon For Having Concealed From Him So Long, The
Sagacious Count, Wisely Fearing Lest Some Accident Might Prevent
Mr. Wild's Return At The Appointed Time, Had Carefully Conveyed
The Jewels Which Mr. Heartfree Had Brought With Him Into His Own
Pocket, And In Their Stead Had Placed In The Casket These
Artificial Stones, Which, Though Of Equal Value To A Philosopher,
And Perhaps Of A Much Greater To A True Admirer Of The
Compositions Of Art, Had Not However The Same Charms In The Eyes
Of Miss Letty, Who Had Indeed Some Knowledge Of Jewels; For Mr.
Snap, With Great Reason, Considering How Valuable A Part Of A
Lady's Education It Would Be To Be Well Instructed In These
Things, In An Age When Young Ladies Learn Little More Than How To
Dress Themselves, Had In Her Youth Placed Miss Letty As The
Handmaid (Or Housemaid As The Vulgar Call It) Of An Eminent
Pawnbroker. The Lightning, Therefore, Which Should Have Flashed
From The Jewels, Flashed From Her Eyes, And Thunder Immediately
Followed From Her Voice. She Be-Knaved, Be-Rascalled, Be-Rogued
The Unhappy Hero, Who Stood Silent, Confounded With Astonishment,
But More With Shame And Indignation, At Being Thus Outwitted And
Overreached. At Length He Recovered His Spirits, And, Throwing
Down The Casket In A Rage, He Snatched The Key From The Table,
And, Without Making Any Answer To The Ladies, Who Both Very
Plentifully Opened Upon Him, And Without Taking Any Leave Of Them,
He Flew Out At The Door, And Repaired With The Utmost Expedition
To The Count's Habitation.
Book 2 Chapter 4 Pg 59In Which Wild, After Many Fruitless Endeavours To Discover His
Friend, Moralises On His Misfortune In A Speech, Which May Be Of
Use (If Rightly Understood) To Some Other Considerable Speech-
Makers.
Not The Highest-Fed Footman Of The Highest-Bred Woman Of Quality
Knocks With More Impetuosity Than Wild Did At The Count's Door,
Which Was Immediately Opened By A Well-Drest Liveryman, Who
Answered That His Master Was Not At Home. Wild, Not Satisfied With
This, Searched The House, But To No Purpose; He Then Ransacked All
The Gaming-Houses In Town, But Found No Count: Indeed, That
Gentleman Had Taken Leave Of His House The Same Instant Mr. Wild
Had Turned His Back, And, Equipping Himself With Boots And A Post-
Horse, Without Taking With Him Either Servant, Clothes, Or Any
Necessaries For The Journey Of A Great Man, Made Such Mighty
Expedition That He Was Now Upwards Of Twenty Miles On His Way To
Dover.
Wild, Finding His Search Ineffectual, Resolved To Give It Over For
That Night; He Then Retired To His Seat Of Contemplation, A Night-
Cellar, Where, Without A Single Farthing In His Pocket, He Called
For A Sneaker Of Punch, And, Placing Himself On A Bench By
Himself, He Softly Vented The Following Soliloquy:--
"How Vain Is Human Greatness! What Avail Superior Abilities, And A
Noble Defiance Of Those Narrow Rules And Bounds Which Confine The
Vulgar, When His Best-Concerted Schemes Are Liable To Be Defeated!
How Unhappy Is The State Of Priggism! How Impossible For Human
Prudence To Foresee And Guard Against Every Circumvention! It Is
Even As A Game Of Chess, Where, While The Rook, Or Knight, Or
Bishop, Is Busied Forecasting Some Great Enterprize, A Worthless
Pawn Exposes And Disconcerts His Scheme. Better Had It Been For Me
To Have Observed The Simple Laws Of Friendship And Morality Than
Thus To Ruin My Friend For The Benefit Of Others. I Might Have
Commanded His Purse To Any Degree Of Moderation: I Have Now
Disabled Him From The Power Of Serving Me. Well! But That Was Not
My Design. If I Cannot Arraign My Own Conduct, Why Should I, Like
A Woman Or A Child, Sit Down And Lament The Disappointment Of
Chance? But Can I Acquit Myself Of All Neglect? Did I Not
Misbehave In Putting It Into The Power Of Others To Outwit Me? But
That Is Impossible To Be Avoided. In This A Prig Is More Unhappy
Than Any Other: A Cautious Man May, In A Crowd, Preserve His Own
Pockets By Keeping His Hands In Them; But While The Prig Employs
His Hands In Another's Pocket, How Shall He Be Able To Defend His
Book 2 Chapter 4 Pg 60Own? Indeed, In This Light, What Can Be Imagined More Miserable
Than A Prig? How Dangerous Are His Acquisitions! How Unsafe, How
Unquiet His Possessions! Why Then Should Any Man Wish To Be A
Prig, Or Where Is His Greatness? I Answer, In His Mind: 'Tis The
Inward Glory, The Secret Consciousness Of Doing Great And
Wonderful Actions, Which Can Alone Support The Truly Great Man,
Whether He Be A Conqueror, A Tyrant, A Statesman, Or A Prig. These
Must Bear Him Up Against The Private Curse And Public Imprecation,
And, While He Is Hated And Detested By All Mankind, Must Make Him
Inwardly Satisfied With Himself. For What But Some Such Inward
Satisfaction As This Could Inspire Men Possessed Of Power, Wealth,
Of Every Human Blessing Which Pride, Avarice, Or Luxury Could
Desire, To Forsake Their Homes, Abandon Ease And Repose, And At
The Expense Of Riches And Pleasures, At The Price Of Labour And
Hardship, And At The Hazard Of All That Fortune Hath Liberally
Given Them, Could Send Them At The Head Of A Multitude Of Prigs,
Called An Army, To Molest Their Neighbours; To Introduce Rape,
Rapine, Bloodshed, And Every Kind Of Misery Among Their Own
Species? What But Some Such Glorious Appetite Of Mind Could
Inflame Princes, Endowed With The Greatest Honours, And Enriched
With The Most Plentiful Revenues, To Desire Maliciously To Rob
Those Subjects Of Their Liberties Who Are Content To Sweat For The
Luxury, And To Bow Down Their Knees To The Pride, Of Those Very
Princes? What But This Can Inspire Them To Destroy One Half Of
Their Subjects, In Order To Reduce The Rest To An Absolute
Dependence On Their Own Wills, And On Those Of Their Brutal
Successors? What Other Motive Could Seduce A Subject, Possessed Of
Great Property In His Community, To Betray The Interest Of His
Fellow-Subjects, Of His Brethren, And His Posterity, To The Wanton
Disposition Of Such Princes? Lastly, What Less Inducement Could
Persuade The Prig To Forsake The Methods Of Acquiring A Safe, An
Honest, And A Plentiful Livelihood, And, At The Hazard Of Even
Life Itself, And What Is Mistaken Called Dishonour, To Break
Openly And Bravely Through The Laws Of His Country, For Uncertain,
Unsteady, And Unsafe Gain? Let Me Then Hold Myself Contented With
This Reflection, That I Have Been Wise Though Unsuccessful, And Am
A Cheat Though An Unhappy Man."
His Soliloquy And His Punch Concluded Together; For He Had At
Every Pause Comforted Himself With A Sip. And Now It Came First
Into His Head That It Would Be More Difficult To Pay For It Than
It Was To Swallow It; When, To His Great Pleasure, He Beheld At
Another Corner Of The Room One Of The Gentlemen Whom He Had
Employed In The Attack On Heartfree, And Who, He Doubted Not,
Would Readily Lend Him A Guinea Or Two; But He Had The
Mortification, On Applying To Him, To Hear That The Gaming-Table
Had Stript Him Of All The Booty Which His Own Generosity Had Left
In His Possession. He Was Therefore Obliged To Pursue His Usual
Method On Such Occasions: So, Cocking His Hat Fiercely, He Marched
Out Of The Room Without Making Any Excuse, Or Any One Daring To
Make The Least Demand.
Book 2 Chapter 5 Pg 61Containing Many Surprising Adventures, Which Our Hero, With Great
Greatness, Achieved.
We Will Now Leave Our Hero To Take A Short Repose, And Return To
Mr. Snaps' Where, At Wild's Departure, The Fair Theodosia Had
Again Betaken Herself To Her Stocking, And Miss Letty Had Retired
Up Stairs To Mr. Bagshot; But That Gentleman Had Broken His
Parole, And, Having Conveyed Himself Below Stairs Behind A Door,
He Took The Opportunity Of Wild's Sally To Make His Escape. We
Shall Only Observe That Miss Letty's Surprize Was The Greater, As
She Had, Notwithstanding Her Promise To The Contrary, Taken The
Precaution To Turn The Key; But, In Her
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