providence holds the scourge of its resentment.'--'You are right,
Sophy,' cried my son Moses, 'and one of the ancients finely
represents so malicious a conduct, by the attempts of a rustic to
flay Marsyas, whose skin, the fable tells us, had been wholly
stript off by another.' Besides, I don't know if this poor man's
situation be so bad as my father would represent it. We are not
to judge of the feelings of others by what we might feel if in
their place. However dark the habitation of the mole to our eyes,
yet the animal itself finds the apartment sufficiently lightsome.
And to confess a truth, this man's mind seems fitted to his
station; for I never heard any one more sprightly than he was
to-day, when he conversed with you.'--This was said without the
least design, however it excited a blush, which she strove to
cover by an affected laugh, assuring him, that she scarce took
any notice of what he said to her; but that she believed he might
once have been a very fine gentleman. The readiness with which
she undertook to vindicate herself, and her blushing, were
symptoms I did not internally approve; but I represt my
suspicions.

As we expected our landlord the next day, my wife went to make
the venison pasty; Moses sate reading, while I taught the little
ones: my daughters seemed equally busy with the rest; and I
observed them for a good while cooking something over the fire. I
at first supposed they were assisting their mother; but little
Dick informed me in a whisper, that they were making a wash for
the face. Washes of all kinds I had a natural antipathy to; for I
knew that instead of mending the complexion they spoiled it. I
therefore approached my chair by sly degrees to the fire, and
grasping the poker, as if it wanted mending, seemingly by