been called in question.

While I was busy in tracing out the author of this treachery, that
I might not only be revenged on him, but also vindicate my character
to my friends, I one day perceived the looks of my landlady much
altered, when I went home to my dinner, and inquiring into the
cause, she screwed up her mouth, and fixed her eyes on the ground,
told me her husband had received a letter from Mr. Bowling, with
one inclosed for me. She was very sorry for what had happened, both
for my sake and his own--people should be more cautious of their
conduct--she was always afraid his brutal behaviour would bring
him into some misfortune or other. As for her part, she should be
very ready to befriend me; but she had a small family of her own
to maintain. The world would do nothing for her if she should come
to want--charity begins at home: she wished I had been bound to
some substantial handicraft, such as a weaver or a shoemaker, rather
than loiter away my time in learning foolish nonsense, that would
never bring me in a penny but some folks are wise, and some are
otherwise.

I was listening to this mysterious discourse with great amazement,
when her husband entered, and, without speaking a syllable, put
both the letters into my hand. I received them trembling, and read
what follows:


'To Mr. Roger Potion
'Sir,
'This is to let you know that I have quitted the Thunder
man of war, being obliged to sheer off for killing my