alabaster between two mounts of snow. I tell you what, gemmen, it don't
signify talking; if e'er a one of you was to meet this young lady alone,
in the midst of a heath or common, or any unfrequented place, he would
down on his knees, and think he kneeled before some supernatural being.
I'll tell you more: she not only resembles an angel in beauty, but a
saint in goodness, and an hermit in humility;--so void of all pride and
affectation; so soft, and sweet, and affable, and humane! Lord! I could
tell such instances of her charity!

"Sure enough, she and Sir Launcelot were formed by nature for each other.
Howsoever, the cruel hand of fortune hath intervened, and severed them
for ever. Every soul that knew them both, said it was a thousand pities
but they should come together, and extinguish, in their happy union, the
mutual animosity of the two families, which had so often embroiled the
whole neighbourhood. Nothing was heard but the praises of Miss Aurelia
Darnel and Mr. Launcelot Greaves; and no doubt the parties were
prepossessed, by this applause, in favour of each other. At length, Mr.
Greaves went one Sunday to her parish church; but, though the greater
part of the congregation watched their looks, they could not perceive
that she took the least notice of him; or that he seemed to be struck
with her appearance. He afterwards had an opportunity of seeing her,
more at leisure, at the York assembly, during the races; but this
opportunity was productive of no good effect, because he had that same
day quarrelled with her uncle on the turf.

"An old grudge, you know, gemmen, is soon inflamed to a fresh rupture.
It was thought Mr. Darnel came on purpose to show his resentment. They
differed about a bet upon Miss Cleverlegs, and, in the course of the
dispute, Mr. Darnel called him a petulant boy. The young squire, who was
as hasty as gunpowder, told him he was man enough to chastise him for his