History of KITTY WELLS. (A TRUE STORY.) (Continued.) Should they arise from persecutions,console yourself with the comparison of others, more unfortunate, and be gratefully thankful for your situation; if from errors and temptations, resolve to err no more; sup. plicate the divine will, and he will hear; but above all remember the Lord gave, and the great Creator is only to dispose of our lives: It is a weakness. It is cowardice; We wish, we accept the blessings of this life, but want resolution to bear the evils, when they are only to dispose us perhaps for our good; Job was punish ed to try his strength, he pre vailed and therefore let us, in all our troubles, in all our dangers, say it is God's work, and let his will be done : perhaps by relying on him, our future days may be happy, and in the bless the rod of end we may affliction. Kitty gave way to those clamorous emotions of grief which are likely to draw the attention, and excite the pity of the beholder. In this mis erable situation, without a friend, relation, or acquaintance, in the midst of the great metropolis of the empire, inexperienced and simple, destitute and dejected, she was found by the charity of Mistress Broad-d, a lady who unites the elegance of fashion with the splendor of benevolence, and while she prepares the most sumptuous entertainfor the great ments and affluent, does not forget to supply the needy with less brilliant but more substantial comforts of life. poor girl's case, and took her home to her mansion in Portland-place, with the view of procuring her a situation in some respectable family, or, at least, provide for her in some way or another, that she might be snatched from the danger of destitution. After having kept her in her eye for a fortnight, and finding her totally unfit to be trusted by herself, she thought the best way was to send her down to Eltham, to find out, if possible, her father, whom she bad not seen for many years. The undertaking was almost romantic; for during the space of ten years she had never heard of her father, she knew not where he lived, or whether he was yet alive or not. He had only been a la She inquired into the pockets. From poor Kitty's nutmeg grater she took the guinea which her patroness had put into her hand at part a bundle of fine thigs, which must be a prodigious bargain, as they were so much under the shop price and the footman thought himself a perfect beau, by the purchase of a bit of paltry moreen, for the breast of a waistcoat. Having stripped them of their cash, the friendly gentleman put them into the way for Charing Cross, where they ar bourer in a low condition, and his obscurity might elude her strictest search; but the attempt was to be made, and a servant was sent to conducting, and received in its stead her to the stage, which sets out every day from Charing-Cross. The footman was unfortunately as ignorant of the town as she was herself. They missed their way, and instead of getting to their destination, wandered through Holborn, and were reconnitred by one of those sharpers, who, under the character of smugglers, impose on the ignorant, the manufactures of Manchester and Spitalfields, as the finest silks and muslins from India. fellows are to be seen every day in the great thoroughfares, buttoned up in large great coats and crammed on both sides. with bundles of their goods, which chiefly consist of jem. my waistcoat pieces, handkerchiefs, chintz, nankeens, and all the little gew-gaws which grown-up boys and girls, in their first approaches to fine, ry, are eager to procure. He traced simplicity and ignorance in their faces, and cajoled them into an ale house These where he displayed all his stock in trade, and in less than ten minutes deprived them of the trifle which they had in their rived about three in the afternoon; and, to their inexpressible sorrow, found that the coach set off at two o'clock, and did not go again till eight next morning. As the footman was obliged to go home, to wait at dinner, they must separate, and they agreed that she should pursue her way on foot. Just as a gay young fellow was coming by, the footman gave her the following distinct route, by which to pursue her way: You must, Kitty, make the best of your way down the Strand, along Fleet street, up Ludgate hill, through St. Paul's Church yard, along Cheapside, pass the 'Change,down by the Monument, over Londen Bridge, study of nature, presume the through the Borough, an then theatre, upon which they may display every trait of perfectability; the vision of prescience not extending far enough you must ask the way to Elt-world to be a glorious Amphiham, in Kent.' With this direction, after shaking her by the hand, away he went, and the poor unfortunate girl was left standing at Charing-Cross, to convince them of their specat three o'clock in the after-ulatory and impracticable cal noon of one of the darkest days The SPECULATOR. NUMBER VIII. Ꭺ . What is this world? medley of falsehood, hypocricy and villany! Every thing SATURDAY, Dec. 15, 1810. appertaining to it, is pleasing: and the superfices delusive to the eye; but, being scan'd with attention, it will be found foul and faithless at the core. A Sychophant in exterior, we shall behold a Tyrant in his closet; a seeming charitable man in publick; secretly, nothing but a poplarity seeker : and at best a courteous knave; and self-interest Proteus like, under mask prowling up and down' to gull and fatten upon mankind. The specious Promiser is but a smooth-faced deceiver; the best of Friends, a blood-sucking harpy; the smiling, protesting Nymph, a gay and gilded jilt; the man of upright dealing, a penurious, money-loving usurer. In a exclaim, how can such a par- word, he who thinks the worst he can' of this world, 'will not think much amiss.' That this world is a school of misiry,' no man in his proper senses can deny-for, from the corruption floating upon the surface, it ought not to be expected, sweets could be gathered; but pains and disappointments, of a poignant nature, are the most concomitant fruits we can possibly reap. in our harvest upon a soil of such crude and discordant particles. Misery, is to be found in every turning of life, the best among us, are not exempt from the touch of her withering hand.. If her approaches are not in one way, they are surely in another, and the indigent man, who envies those, who make a greater figure in life than himself, doubtful, upon a similar occasion : less must possess but a trifling knowledge of human nature: for it is not the splendid equipage, nor the obsequious crin sir the eye of the power When villany combined with treachery, unbars the shed of indigence, and steals away the female of loveliness and puri ges of dependents, that canty, from the cot, is not the sengive joy to the heart. No-sation as herribly cutting, to for I have often observed the hagard lines of care, wrinkle the countenance of the rich, and, at the same time have I seen the labourer retire to his couch, comparatively happy. Methinks I hear the wise-acre her parents feelings, as when may, dain, if you have learned to suffer, such reptiles will not raise the least ire in your bosoms, they are too despicable to cause a wise man a pang. (To be Continued.) Hence, as this world is a School of Misery, our only lesson is to learn to suffer.Learning to suffer, is the most difficult task, I humbly apprehend,in the whole catalogue of a man's acquirements, yet daily experience teaches us, that many are possessed of a sufficient degree of Stoicism, to make themselves complete masters of the Science. 'How learn to suffer?' says one : Why by bearing up, with steadfast firmuess, against an ungrateful world; by arming the bosom with (not a false but genuine) Philosophy, and 'hate the idle' tricks and traf-in my department, though L icks of the times.-For example, should a dear friend, humbly offer to go the world's length to serve you-nay swear it, and at some future occasion you should request the loan of six cents, and it was by that same dear friend denied you-feel you might, suffer you might, but it would be one lesson toward your tuition.If in prosperous days, you had been courted by numbers, who admired you for the gay ness of your apparal, and your liberality at plays, balls and parties-and when the scene changed, knew you not in the street, but passed you with su percilious heauteu and dis *Miss Lucretias' letter is under consid eration. I will merely premise, that I am well acquainted with a number of Male Coquets, (as my correspondent terms them,) but have hitherto considered the species as too contemptible for notice. T Fudge cannot receive a place allow with a little more care aud study, he may do well. The growling of the three headed monster I shall pay no attention to, he had better keep his productions to light his fire. W. One day while a poor highlander was scratching his head in Cheapside, a wag called him a true patriot; 'for look'e,' said he to a companion, he is reforming a Scotch Borough? Virtue, is more praised than practised. |