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               <titlePart>Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure (Fanny Hill)</titlePart>
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            <head>Letter The First</head>
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               <head>Part 1</head>
               <p>Madam, 

</p>
               <p>I sit down to give you an undeniable proof of my considering 
your desires as indispensable orders.  Ungracious 
then as the task may be, I shall recall to view those scandalous 
stages of my life, out of which I emerg'd, at length, 
to the enjoyment of every blessing in the power of love, 
health, and fortune to bestow; whilst yet in the flower of 
youth, and not too late to employ the leisure afforded me by 
great ease and affluence, to cultivate an understanding, 
naturally not a despicable one, and which had, even amidst 
the whirl of loose pleasures I had been tost in, exerted 
more observation on the characters and manners of the world 
than what is common to those of my unhappy profession, who 
looking on all thought or reflection as their capital enemy, 
keep it at as great a distance as they can, or destroy it 
without mercy. 

</p>
               <p>Hating, as I mortally do, all long unnecessary preface, 
I shall give you good quarter in this, and use no farther 
apology, than to prepare you for seeing the loose part of my 
life, wrote with the same liberty that I led it. 

</p>
               <p>Truth! stark, naked truth, is the word; and I will not 
so much as take the pains to bestow the strip of a gauze 
wrapper on it, but paint situations such as they actually 
rose to me in nature, careless of violating those laws of 
decency that were never made for such unreserved intimacies 
as ours; and you have too much sense, too much knowledge of 
the ORIGINALS themselves, to sniff prudishly and out of 
character at the PICTURES of them.  The greatest men, those 
of the first and most leading taste, will not scruple adorning 
their private closets with nudities, though, in compliance 
with vulgar prejudices, they may not think them decent decorations 
of the staircase, or salon. 

</p>
               <p>This, and enough, premised, I go souse into my personal 
history.  My maiden name was Frances Hill.  I was born at a 
small village near Liverpool, in Lancashire, of parents extremely 
poor, and, I piously believe, extremely honest. 

</p>
               <p>My father, who had received a maim on his limbs that 
disabled him from following the more laborious branches of 
country-drudgery, got, by making of nets, a scanty subsistence, 
which was not much enlarg'd by my mother's keeping 
a little day-school for the girls in her neighbourhood. 
They had had several children; but none lived to any age 
except myself, who had received from nature a constitution 
perfectly healthy. 

</p>
               <p>My education, till past fourteen, was no better than 
very vulgar; reading, or rather spelling, an illegible 
scrawl, and a little ordinary plain work composed the whole 
system of it; and then all my foundation in virtue was no 
other than a total ignorance of vice, and the shy timidity 
general to our sex, in the tender stage of life when objects 
alarm or frighten more by their novelty than anything else. 
But then, this is a fear too often cured at the expence of 
innocence, when Miss, by degrees, begins no longer to look 
on a man as a creature of prey that will eat her. 

</p>
               <p>My poor mother had divided her time so entirely between 
her scholars and her little domestic cares, that she 
had spared very little of it to my instruction, having, 
from her own innocence from all ill, no hint or thought of 
guarding me against any. 

</p>
               <p>I was now entering on my fifteenth year, when the 
worst of ills befell me in the loss of my tender fond parents, 
who were both carried off by the small-pox, within a 
few days of each other; my father dying first, and thereby 
hastening the death of my mother; so that I was now left an 
unhappy friendless orphan (for my father's coming to settle 
there was accidental, he being originally a Kentishman). 
That cruel distemper which had proved so fatal to them, had 
indeed seized me, but with such mild and favourable symptoms, 
that I was presently out of danger, and, what I then did not 
know the value of, was entirely unmark'd.  I skip over here 
an account of the natural grief and affliction which I felt 
on this melancholy occasion.  A little time, and the giddiness 
of that age dissipated, too soon, my reflections on 
that irreparable loss; but nothing contributed more to reconcile 
me to it, than the notions that were immediately put 
into my head, of going to London, and looking out for a 
service, in which I was promised all assistance and advice 
from one Esther Davis, a young woman that had been down to 
see her friends, and who, after the stay of a few days, was 
to return to her place. 

</p>
               <p>As I had now nobody left alive in the village who had 
concern enough about what should become of me to start any 
objections to this scheme, and the woman who took care of 
me after my parents; death rather encouraged me to pursue 
it, I soon came to a resolution of making this launch into 
the wide world, by repairing to London, in order to SEEK 
MY FORTUNE, a phrase which, by the bye, has ruined more 
adventurers of both sexes, from the country, than ever it 
made or advanced. 

</p>
               <p>Nor did Esther Davis a little comfort and inspirit me 
to venture with her, by piquing my childish curiosity with 
the fine sights that were to be seen in London: the Tombs, 
the Lions, the King, the Royal Family, the fine Plays and 
Operas, and, in short, all the diversions which fell within 
her sphere of life to come at; the detail of all which perfectly 
turn'd the little head of me. 

</p>
               <p>Nor can I remember, without laughing, the innocent admiration, 
not without a spice of envy, with which we poor 
girls, whose church-going clothes did not rise above dowlass 
shifts and stuff gowns, beheld Esther's scowered satin gowns, 
caps border'd with an inch of lace, taudry ribbons, and shoes 
belaced with silver: all which we imagined grew in London, 
and entered for a great deal into my determination of trying 
to come in for my share of them. 

</p>
               <p>The idea however of having the company of a townswoman 
with her, was the trivial, and all the motives that engaged 
Esther to take charge of me during my journey to town, where 
she told me, after her manner and style, "as how several 
maids out of the country had made themselves and all their 
kin for ever: that by preserving their VIRTUE, some had taken 
so with their masters, that they had married them, and kept 
them coaches, and lived vastly grand and happy; and some, 
may-hap, came to be Duchesses; luck was all, and why not I, 
as well as another?"; with other almanacs to this purpose, 
which set me a tip-toe to begin this promising journey, and 
to leave a place which, though my native one, contained no 
relations that I had reason to regret, and was grown insupportable 
to me, from the change of the tenderest usage into 
a cold air of charity, with which I was entertain'd even at 
the only friend's house that I had the least expectation of 
care and protection from.  She was, however, so just to me, 
as to manage the turning into money of the little matters 
that remained to me after the debts and burial charges were 
accounted for, and, at my departure, put my whole fortune 
into my hands; which consisted of a very slender wardrobe, 
pack'd up in a very portable box, and eight guineas, with 
seventeen shillings in silver; stowed up in a spring-pouch, 
which was a greater treasure than ever I had yet seen together, 
and which I could not conceive there was a possibility 
of running out; and indeed, I was so entirely taken 
up with the joy of seeing myself mistress of such an immense 
sum, that I gave very little attention to a world of 
good advice which was given me with it. 

</p>
               <p>Places, then, being taken for Esther and me in the 
London waggon, I pass over a very immaterial scene of 
leavetaking, at which I dropt a few tears betwixt grief and 
joy; and, for the same reasons of insignificance, skip over 
all that happened to me on the road, such as the waggoner's 
looking liquorish on me, the schemes laid for me by some of 
the passengers, which were defeated by the vigilance of my 
guardian Esther; who, to do her justice, took a motherly 
care of me, at the same time that she taxed me for her protection 
by making me bear all travelling charges, which I 
defrayed with the utmost cheerfulness, and thought myself 
much obliged to her into the bargain. 

</p>
               <p>She took indeed great care that we were not over-rated, 
or imposed on, as well as of managing as frugally as possible; 
expensiveness was not her vice. 

</p>
               <p>It was pretty late in a summer evening when we reached 
London-town, in our slow conveyance, though drawn by six at 
length.  As we passed through the greatest streets that led 
to our inn, the noise of the coaches, the hurry, the crowds 
of foot passengers, in short, the new scenery of the shops 
and houses, at once pleased and amazed me. 

</p>
               <p>But guess at my mortification and surprize when we 
came to the inn, and our things were landed and deliver'd 
to us, when my fellow traveller and protectress, Esther 
Davis, who had used me with the utmost tenderness during 
the journey, and prepared me by no preceding signs for the 
stunning blow I was to receive, when I say, my only dependence 
and friend, in this strange place, all of a sudden 
assumed a strange and cool air towards me, as if she dreaded 
my becoming a burden to her. 

</p>
               <p>Instead, then, of proffering me the continuance of her 
assistance and good offices, which I relied upon, and never 
more wanted, she thought herself, it seems, abundantly acquitted 
of her engagements to me, by having brought me safe 
to my journey's end; and seeing nothing in her procedure 
towards me but what was natural and in order, began to embrace 
me by way of taking leave, whilst I was so confounded, 
so struck, that I had not spirit or sense enough so much as 
to mention my hopes or expectations from her experience, and 
knowledge of the place she had brought me to. 

</p>
               <p>Whilst I stood thus stupid and mute, which she doubtless 
attributed to nothing more than a concern at parting, 
this idea procured me perhaps a slight alleviation of it, 
in the following harangue:  That now we were got safe to 
London, and that she was obliged to go to her place, she 
advised me by all means to get into one as soon as possible; 
that I need not fear getting one; there were more places 
than parish-churches; that she advised me to go to an 
intelligence office; that if she heard of any thing stirring, 
she would find me out and let me know; that in the meantime, 
I should take a private lodging, and acquaint her where to 
send to me; that she wish'd me good luck, and hoped I should 
always have the grace to keep myself honest, and not bring a 
disgrace on my parentage.  With this, she took her leave of 
me, and left me, as it were, on my own hands, full as 
lightly as I had been put into hers. 

</p>
               <p>Left thus alone, absolutely destitute and friendless, 
I began then to feel most bitterly the severity of this 
separation, the scene of which had passed in a little room 
in the inn; and no sooner was her back turned, but the affliction 
I felt at my helpless strange circumstances burst 
out into a flood of tears, which infinitely relieved the 
oppression of my heart; though I still remained stupefied, 
and most perfectly perplex'd how to dispose of myself. 

</p>
               <p>One of the waiters coming in, added yet more to my 
uncertainty by asking me, in a short way, if I called for 
anything? to which I replied innocently:  "No."  But I 
wished him to tell me where I might get a lodging for that 
night.  He said he would go and speak to his mistress, who 
accordingly came, and told me drily, without entering in 
the least into the distress she saw me in, that I might have 
a bed for a shilling, and that, as she supposed I had some 
friends in town (here I fetched a deep sigh in vain!) I 
might provide for myself in the morning. 

</p>
               <p>'Tis incredible what trifling consolations the human 
mind will seize in its greatest afflictions.  The assurance 
of nothing more than a bed to lie on that night, calmed my 
agonies; and being asham'd to acquaint the mistress of the 
inn that I had no friends to apply to in town, I proposed 
to myself to proceed, the very next morning, to an intelligence 
office, to which I was furnish'd with written directions 
on the back of a ballad Esther had given me.  There I 
counted on getting information of any place that such a 
country girl as I might be fit for, and where I could get 
into any sort of being, before my little stock should be 
consumed; and as to a character, Esther had often repeated 
to me that I might depend on her managing me one; nor, however 
affected I was at her leaving me thus, did I entirely 
cease to rely on her, as I began to think, good-naturedly, 
that her procedure was all in course, and that it was only 
my ignorance of life that had made me take it in the light 
I at first did. 

</p>
               <p>Accordingly, the next morning I dress'd myself as clean 
and as neat as my rustic wardrobe would permit me; and 
having left my box, with special recommendation, with the 
landlady, I ventured out by myself, and without any more 
difficulty than can be supposed of a young country girl, 
barely fifteen, and to whom every sign or shop was a gazing 
trap, I got to the wish'd-for intelligence office. 

</p>
               <p>It was kept by an elderly woman, who sat at the 
receipt of custom, with a book before her in great form and 
order, and several scrolls, ready made out, of directions 
for places. 

</p>
               <p>I made up then to this important personage, without 
lifting up my eyes or observing any of the people round me, 
who were attending there on the same errand as myself, and 
dropping her curtsies nine-deep, just made a shift to 
stammer out my business to her. 

</p>
               <p>Madam having heard me out, with all the gravity and 
brow of a petty minister of State, and seeing at one glance 
over my figure what I was, made me no answer, but to ask 
me the preliminary shilling, on receipt of which she told 
me places for women were exceedingly scarce, especially as 
I seemed too slight built for hard work; but that she 
would look over her book, and see what was to be done for 
me, desiring me to stay a little till she had dispatched 
some other customers. 

</p>
               <p>On this I drew back a little, most heartily mortified 
at a declaration which carried with it a killing uncertainty 
that my circumstances could not well endure. 

</p>
               <p>Presently, assuming more courage, and seeking some diversion 
from my uneasy thoughts, I ventured to lift up my 
head a little, and sent my eyes on a course round the room, 
wherein they met full tilt with those of a lady (for such 
my extreme innocence pronounc'd her) sitting in a corner of 
the room, dress'd in a velvet mantle (nota bene, in the 
midst of summer), with her bonnet off; squab-fat, red-faced, 
and at least fifty. 

</p>
               <p>She look'd as if she would devour me with her eyes, 
staring at me from head to foot, without the least regard 
to the confusion and blushes her eyeing me so fixedly put 
me to, and which were to her, no doubt, the strongest recommendation 
and marks of my being fit for her purpose. 
After a little time, in which my air, person and whole 
figure had undergone a strict examination, which I had, on 
my part, tried to render favourable to me, by primming, 
drawing up my neck, and setting my best looks, she advanced 
and spoke to me with the greatest demureness: 

</p>
               <p>"Sweet-heart, do you want a place?" 

</p>
               <p>"Yes, and please you" (with a curtsy down to the 
ground). 

</p>
               <p>Upon this she acquainted me that she was actually 
come to the office herself to look out for a servant; that 
she believed I might do, with a little of her instructions; 
that she could take my very looks for a sufficient character; 
that London was a very wicked, vile place; that she hoped I 
would be tractable, and keep out of bad company; in short, 
she said all to me that an old experienced practitioner in 
town could think of, and which was much more than was necessary 
to take in an artless inexperienced country-maid, who 
was even afraid of becoming a wanderer about the streets, 
and therefore gladly jump'd at the first offer of a shelter, 
especially from so grave and matron-like a lady, for such my 
flattering fancy assured me this new mistress of mine was; 
I being actually hired under the nose of the good woman that 
kept the office, whose shrewd smiles and shrugs I could not 
help observing, and innocently interpreted them as marks of 
her being pleased at my getting into place so soon; but, as 
I afterwards came to know, these BELDAMS understood one another 
very well, and this was a market where Mrs. Brown, my 
mistress, frequently attended, on the watch for any fresh 
goods that might offer there, for the use of her customers, 
and her own profit. 

</p>
               <p>Madam was, however, so well pleased with her bargain, 
that fearing, I presume, lest better advice or some accident 
might occasion my slipping through her fingers, she would 
officiously take me in a coach to my inn, where, calling 
herself for my box, it was, I being present, delivered without 
the least scruple or explanation as to where I was going. 

</p>
               <p>This being over, she bid the coachman drive to a shop 
in St. Paul's Churchyard, where she bought a pair of gloves, 
which she gave me, and thence renewed her directions to the 
coachman to drive to her house in *** street, who accordingly 
landed us at her door, after I had been cheer'd up and 
entertain'd by the way with the most plausible flams, without 
one syllable from which I could conclude anything but that I 
was, by the greatest good luck, fallen into the hands of the 
kindest mistress, not to say friend, that the varsal world 
could afford; and accordingly I enter'd her doors with most 
compleat confidence and exultation, promising myself that, 
as soon as I should be a little settled, I would acquaint 
Esther Davis with my rare good fortune. 

</p>
               <p>You may be sure the good opinion of my place was not 
lessen'd by the appearance of a very handsome back parlour, 
into which I was led and which seemed to me magnificently 
furnished, who had never seen better rooms than the ordinary 
ones in inns upon the road.  There were two gilt pier-glasses, 
and a buffet, on which a few pieces of plates, set 
out to the most shew, dazzled, and altogether persuaded me 
that I must be got into a very reputable family. 

</p>
               <p>Here my mistress first began her part, with telling me 
that I must have good spirits, and learn to be free with 
her; that she had not taken me to be a common servant, to 
do domestic drudgery, but to be a kind of companion to her; 
and that if I would be a good girl, she would do more than 
twenty mothers for me; to all which I answered only by the 
profoundest and the awkwardest curtsies, and a few monosyllables, 
such as "yes! no! to be sure!" 

</p>
               <p>Presently my mistress touch'd the bell, and in came a 
strapping maid-servant, who had let us in.  "Here, Martha," 
said Mrs. Brown—"I have just hir'd this young woman to 
look after my linen; so step up and shew her her chamber; 
and I charge you to use her with as much respect as you 
would myself, for I have taken a prodigious liking to her, 
and I do not know what I shall do for her." 

</p>
               <p>Martha, who was an arch-jade, and, being used to this 
decoy, had her cue perfect, made me a kind of half curtsy, 
and asked me to walk up with her; and accordingly shew'd 
me a neat room, two pair of stairs backwards, in which 
there was a handsome bed, where Martha told me I was to 
lie with a young gentlewoman, a cousin of my mistress's, 
who she was sure would be vastly good to me.  Then she ran 
out into such affected encomiums on her good mistress! her 
sweet mistress! and how happy I was to light upon her! 
that I could not have bespoke a better; with other the 
like gross stuff, such as would itself have started suspicions 
in any but such an unpractised simpleton, who was 
perfectly new to life, and who took every word she said in 
the very sense she laid out for me to take it; but she 
readily saw what a penetration she had to deal with, and 
measured me very rightly in her manner of whistling to me, 
so as to make me pleased with my cage, and blind to the 
wires. 

</p>
               <p>In the midst of these false explanations of the nature 
of my future service, we were rung for down again, and I was 
reintroduced into the same parlour, where there was a table 
laid with three covers; and my mistress had now got with her 
one of her favourite girls, a notable manager of her house, 
and whose business it was to prepare and break such young 
fillies as I was to the mounting-block; and she was accordingly, 
in that view, allotted me for a bed-fellow; and, to 
give her the more authority, she had the title of cousin conferr'd 
on her by the venerable president of this college. 

</p>
               <p>Here I underwent a second survey, which ended in the full 
approbation of Mrs. Phoebe Ayres, the name of my tutoress 
elect, to whose care and instructions I was affectionately 
recommended. 

</p>
               <p>Dinner was now set on table, and in pursuance of treating 
me as a companion, Mrs. Brown, with a tone to cut off all 
dispute, soon over-rul'd my most humble and most confused 
protestations against sitting down with her LADYSHIP, which 
my very short breeding just suggested to me could not be 
right, or in the order of things. 

</p>
               <p>At table, the conversation was chiefly kept up by the 
two madams, and carried on in double-meaning expressions, 
interrupted every now and then by kind assurance to me, all 
tending to confirm and fix my satisfaction with my present 
condition: augment it they could not, so very a novice was 
I then. 

</p>
               <p>It was here agreed that I should keep myself up and 
out of sight for a few days, till such cloaths could be 
procured for me as were fit for the character I was to 
appear in, of my mistress's companion, observing withal, 
that on the first impressions of my figure much might 
depend; and, as they well judged, the prospect of exchanging 
my country cloaths for London finery, made the 
clause of confinement digest perfectly well with me.  But 
the truth was, Mrs. Brown did not care that I should be 
seen or talked to by any, either of her customers, or her 
DOES (as they call'd the girls provided for them), till 
she had secured a good market for my maidenhead, which I 
had at least all the appearances of having brought into her 
LADYSHIP'S service. 

</p>
               <p>To slip over minutes of no importance to the main of my 
story, I pass the interval to bed-time, in which I was more 
and more pleas'd with the views that opened to me, of an 
easy service under these good people; and after supper being 
shew'd up to bed, Miss Phoebe, who observed a kind of reluctance 
in me to strip and go to bed, in my shift, before her, 
now the maid was withdrawn, came up to me, and beginning with 
unpinning my handkerchief and gown, soon encouraged me to go 
on with undressing myself; and, still blushing at now seeing 
myself naked to my shift, I hurried to get under the bedcloaths 
out of sight.  Phoebe laugh'd and was not long before 
she placed herself by my side.  She was about five and twenty, 
by her most suspicious account, in which, according to all 
appearances, she must have sunk at least ten good years; 
allowance, too, being made for the havoc which a long course 
of hackneyship and hot waters must have made of her constitution, 
and which had already brought on, upon the spur, 
that stale stage in which those of her profession are reduced 
to think of SHOWING company, instead of SEEING it. 

</p>
               <p>No sooner then was this precious substitute of my 
mistress's laid down, but she, who was never out of her way 
when any occasion of lewdness presented itself, turned to 
me, embraced and kiss'd me with great eagerness.  This was 
new, this was odd; but imputing it to nothing but pure kindness, 
which, for aught I knew, it might be the London way 
to express in that manner, I was determin'd not to be behind 
hand with her, and returned her the kiss and embrace, with 
all the fervour that perfect innocence knew. 

</p>
               <p>Encouraged by this, her hands became extremely free, 
and wander'd over my whole body, with touches, squeezes, 
pressures, that rather warm'd and surpriz'd me with their 
novelty, than they either shock'd or alarm'd me. 

</p>
               <p>The flattering praises she intermingled with these invasions, 
contributed also not a little to bribe my passiveness; 
and, knowing no ill, I feared none, especially from 
one who had prevented all doubt of her womanhood by conducting 
my hands to a pair of breasts that hung loosely down, 
in a size and volume that full sufficiently distinguished 
her sex, to me at least, who had never made any other comparison... 

</p>
               <p>I lay then all tame and passive as she could wish, whilst 
her freedom raised no other emotions but those of a strange, 
and, till then, unfelt pleasure.  Every part of me was open 
and exposed to the licentious courses of her hands, which, 
like a lambent fire, ran over my whole body, and thaw'd all 
coldness as they went. 

</p>
               <p>My breasts, if it is not too bold a figure to call so 
two hard, firm, rising hillocks, that just began to shew themselves, 
or signify anything to the touch, employ'd and amus'd 
her hands a-while, till, slipping down lower, over a smooth 
track, she could just feel the soft silky down that had but a 
few months before put forth and garnish'd the mount-pleasant 
of those parts, and promised to spread a grateful shelter over 
the seat of the most exquisite sensation, and which had been, 
till that instant, the seat of the most insensible innocence. 
Her fingers play'd and strove to twine in the young tendrils 
of that moss, which nature has contrived at once for use and 
ornament. 

</p>
               <p>But, not contented with these outer posts, she now 
attempts the main spot, and began to twitch, to insinuate, 
and at length to force an introduction of a finger into the 
quick itself, in such a manner, that had she not proceeded 
by insensible gradations that inflamed me beyond the power of 
modesty to oppose its resistance to their progress, I should 
have jump'd out of bed and cried for help against such strange 
assaults. 

</p>
               <p>Instead of which, her lascivious touches had lighted up 
a new fire that wanton'd through all my veins, but fix'd with 
violence in that center appointed them by nature, where the 
first strange hands were now busied in feeling, squeezing, 
compressing the lips, then opening them again, with a finger 
between, till an "Oh!" express'd her hurting me, where the 
narrowness of the unbroken passage refused it entrance to any 
depth. 

</p>
               <p>In the meantime, the extension of my limbs, languid 
stretchings, sighs, short heavings, all conspired to assure 
that experienced wanton that I was more pleased than offended 
at her proceedings, which she seasoned with repeated kisses 
and exclamations, such as "Oh! what a charming creature thou 
art! . . . What a happy man will he be that first makes a 
woman of you! . . . Oh! that I were a man for your sake! ... 
with the like broken expressions, interrupted by kisses as 
fierce and fervent as ever I received from the other sex. 

</p>
               <p>For my part, I was transported, confused, and out of 
myself; feelings so new were too much for me.  My heated 
and alarm'd senses were in a tumult that robbed me of all 
liberty of thought; tears of pleasure gush'd from my eyes, 
and somewhat assuaged the fire that rag'd all over me. 

</p>
               <p>Phoebe, herself, the hackney'd, thorough-bred Phoebe, 
to whom all modes and devices of pleasure were known and 
familiar, found, it seems, in this exercise of her art to 
break young girls, the gratification of one of those arbitrary 
tastes, for which there is no accounting.  Not that 
she hated men, or did not even prefer them to her own sex; 
but when she met with such occasions as this was, a satiety 
of enjoyments in the common road, perhaps too, a secret 
bias, inclined her to make the most of pleasure, wherever 
she could find it, without distinction of sexes.  In this 
view, now well assured that she had, by her touches, sufficiently 
inflamed me for her purpose, she roll'd down 
the bed-cloaths gently, and I saw myself stretched nak'd, 
my shift being turned up to my neck, whilst I had no power 
or sense to oppose it.  Even my glowing blushes expressed 
more desire than modesty, whilst the candle, left (to be 
sure not undesignedly) burning, threw a full light on my 
whole body. 

</p>
               <p>"No!" says Phoebe, "you must not, my sweet girl, think 
to hide all these treasures from me.  My sight must be 
feasted as well as my touch . . . I must devour with my 
eyes this springing BOSOM . . . Suffer me to kiss it . . . 
I have not seen it enough . . . Let me kiss it once more 
. . . What firm, smooth, white flesh is here! . . . How 
delicately shaped! . . . Then this delicious down!  Oh! 
let me view the small, dear, tender cleft! . . . This is 
too much, I cannot bear it! . . . I must . . . I must . . ." 
Here she took my hand, and in a transport carried it where 
you will easily guess.  But what a difference in the state 
of the same thing! . . . A spreading thicket of bushy curls 
marked the full-grown, complete woman.  Then the cavity to 
which she guided my hand easily received it; and as soon as 
she felt it within her, she moved herself to and fro, with 
so rapid a friction that I presently withdrew it, wet and 
clammy, when instantly Phoebe grew more composed, after two 
or three sighs, and heart-fetched Oh's! and giving me a 
kiss that seemed to exhale her soul through her lips, she 
replaced the bed-cloaths over us.  What pleasure she had 
found I will not say; but this I know, that the first sparks 
of kindling nature, the first ideas of pollution, were 
caught by me that night; and that the acquaintance and 
communication with the bad of our own sex, is often as fatal 
to innocence as all the seductions of the other.  But to go 
on.  When Phoebe was restor'd to that calm, which I was far 
from the enjoyment of myself, she artfully sounded me on all 
the points necessary to govern the designs of my virtuous 
mistress on me, and by my answers, drawn from pure undissembled 
nature, she had no reason but to promise herself all 
imaginable success, so far as it depended on my ignorance, 
easiness, and warmth of constitution. 

</p>
               <p>After a sufficient length of dialogue, my bedfellow left 
me to my rest, and I fell asleep, through pure weariness from 
the violent emotions I had been led into, when nature (which 
had been too warmly stir'd and fermented to subside without 
allaying by some means or other) relieved me by one of those 
luscious dreams, the transports of which are scarce inferior 
to those of waking real action. 

</p>
               <p>We breakfasted, and the tea things were scarce removed, 
when in were brought two bundles of linen and wearing apparel: 
in short, all the necessaries for rigging me out, as they 
termed it, completely. 

</p>
               <p>In the morning I awoke about ten, perfectly gay and 
refreshed.  Phoebe was up before me, and asked me in the 
kindest manner how I did, how I had rested, and if I was 
ready for breakfast, carefully, at the same time, avoiding 
to increase the confusion she saw I was in, at looking her 
in the face, by any hint of the night's bed scene.  I told 
her if she pleased I would get up, and begin any work she 
would be pleased to set me about.  She smil'd; presently 
the maid brought in the tea-equipage, and I had just huddled 
my cloaths on, when in waddled my mistress.  I expected 
no less than to be told of, if not chid for, my late rising, 
when I was agreeably disappointed by her compliments on my 
pure and fresh looks.  I was "a bud of beauty" (this was her 
style), "and how vastly all the fine men would admire me!" 
to all which my answer did not, I can assure you, wrong my 
breeding; they were as simple and silly as they could wish, 
and, no doubt, flattered them infinitely more than had they 
proved me enlightened by education and a knowledge of the 
world. 

</p>
               <p>Imagine to yourself, Madam, how my little coquette 
heart flutter'd with joy at the sight of a white lute-string, 
flower'd with silver, scoured indeed, but passed on me for 
spick-and-span new, a Brussels lace cap, braided shoes, and 
the rest in proportion, all second-hand finery, and procured 
instantly for the occasion, by the diligence and industry of 
the good Mrs. Brown, who had already a chapman for me in the 
house, before whom my charms were to pass in review; for he 
had not only, in course, insisted on a previous sight of the 
premises, but also on immediate surrender to him, in case of 
his agreeing for me; concluding very wisely that such a place 
as I was in was of the hottest to trust the keeping of such 
a perishable commodity in as a maidenhead. 

</p>
               <p>The care of dressing, and tricking me out for the 
market, was then left to Phoebe, who acquitted herself, if 
not well, at least perfectly to the satisfaction of every 
thing but my impatience of seeing myself dress'd.  When it 
was over, and I view'd myself in the glass, I was, no doubt, 
too natural, too artless, to hide my childish joy at the 
change; a change, in the real truth, for much the worse, 
since I must have much better become the neat easy simplicity 
of my rustic dress than the awkward, untoward, taudry finery 
that I could not conceal my strangeness to. 

</p>
               <p>Phoebe's compliments, however, in which her own share 
in dressing me was not forgot, did not a little confirm me 
in the first notions I had ever entertained concerning my 
person; which, be it said without vanity, was then tolerable 
to justify a taste for me, and of which it may not be out of 
place here to sketch you an unflatter'd picture. 

</p>
               <p>I was tall, yet not too tall for my age, which, as I 
before remark'd, was barely turned of fifteen; my shape 
perfectly straight, thin waisted, and light and free, without 
owing any thing to stays; my hair was a glossy auburn, and 
as soft as silk, flowing down my neck in natural buckles, and 
did not a little set off the whiteness of a smooth skin; my 
face was rather too ruddy, though its features were delicate, 
and the shape a roundish oval, except where a pit on my chin 
had far from a disagreeable effect; my eyes were as black as 
can be imagin'd, and rather languishing than sparkling, except 
on certain occasions, when I have been told they struck 
fire fast enough; my teeth, which I ever carefully perserv'd, 
were small, even and white; my bosom was finely rais'd, and 
one might then discern rather the promise, than the actual 
growth, of the round, firm breasts, that in a little time 
made that promise good.  In short, all the points of beauty 
that are most universally in request, I had, or at least my 
vanity forbade me to appeal from the decision of our sovereign 
judges the men, who all, that I ever knew at least, 
gave it thus highly in my favour; and I met with, even in 
my own sex, some that were above denying me that justice, 
whilst others praised me yet more unsuspectedly, by endeavouring 
to detract from me, in points of person and figure 
that I obviously excelled in.  This is, I own, too strong of 
self praise; but should I not be ungrateful to nature, and 
to a form to which I owe such singular blessings of pleasure 
and fortune, were I to suppress, through and affectation of 
modesty, the mention of such valuable gifts? 

</p>
               <p>Well then, dress'd I was, and little did it then enter 
into my head that all this gay attire was no more than decking 
the victim out for sacrifice, whilst I innocently attributed 
all to mere friendship and kindness in the sweet good 
Mrs. Brown; who, I was forgetting to mention, had, under 
pretence of keeping my money safe, got from me, without the 
least hesitation, the driblet (so I now call it) which remained 
to me after the expences of my journey. 

</p>
               <p>After some little time most agreeably spent before the 
glass, in scarce self-admiration, since my new dress had by 
much the greatest share in it, I was sent for down to the 
parlour, where the old lady saluted me, and wished me joy 
of my new cloaths, which she was not asham'd to say, fitted 
me as if I had worn nothing but the finest all my life-time; 
but what was it she could not see me silly enough to swallow? 
At the same time, she presented me to another cousin of her 
own creation, an elderly gentleman, who got up, at my entry 
into the room, and on my dropping a curtsy to him, saluted 
me, and seemed a little affronted that I had only presented 
my cheek to him; a mistake, which, if one, he immediately 
corrected, by glewing his lips to mine, with an ardour which 
his figure had not at all disposed me to thank him for; his 
figure, I say, than which nothing could be more shocking or 
detestable: for ugly, and disagreeable, were terms too gentle 
to convey a just idea of it. 

</p>
               <p>Imagine to yourself a man rather past threescore, short 
and ill-made, with a yellow cadaverous hue, great goggling 
eyes that stared as if he was strangled; and out-mouth from 
two more properly tusks than teeth, livid-lips, and breath 
like a jake's: then he had a peculiar ghastliness in his grin 
that made him perfectly frightful, if not dangerous to women 
with child; yet, made as he was thus in mock of man, he was 
so blind to his own staring deformities as to think himself 
born for pleasing, and that no woman could see him with impunity: 
in consequence of which idea, he had lavish'd great 
sums on such wretches as could gain upon themselves to pretend 
love to his person, whilst to those who had not art or 
patience to dissemble the horror it inspir'd, he behaved 
even brutally.  Impotence, more than necessity, made him 
seek in variety the provocative that was wanting to raise 
him to the pitch of enjoyment, which too he often saw himself 
baulked of, by the failure of his powers: and this 
always threw him into a fit of rage, which he wreak'd, as 
far as he durst, on the innocent objects of his fit of 
momentary desire. 

</p>
               <p>This then was the monster to which my conscientious 
benefactress, who had long been his purveyor in this way, 
had doom'd me, and sent for me down purposely for his examination. 
Accordingly she made me stand up before him, 
turn'd me round, unpinn'd my handkerchief, remark'd to him 
the rise and fall, the turn and whiteness of a bosom just 
beginning to fill; then made me walk, and took even a handle 
from the rusticity of my gait, to inflame the inventory 
of my charms: in short, she omitted no point of jockeyship; 
to which he only answer'd by gracious nods of approbation, 
whilst he look'd goats and monkies at me: for I sometimes 
stole a corner glance at him, and encountering his fiery, 
eager stare, looked another way from pure horror and affright, 
which he, doubtless in character, attributed to 
nothing more than maiden modesty, or at least the affectation 
of it. 

</p>
               <p>However, I was soon dismiss'd, and reconducted to my 
room by Phoebe, who stuck close to me, not leaving me alone 
and at leisure to make such reflections as might naturally 
rise to any one, not an idiot, on such a scene as I had just 
gone through; but to my shame be it confess'd, such was my 
invincible stupidity, or rather portentous innocence, that 
I did not yet open my eyes to Mrs. Brown's designs, and saw 
nothing in this titular cousin of hers but a shocking hideous 
person which did not at all concern me, unless that my 
respect to all her cousinhood. 

</p>
               <p>Phoebe, however, began to sift the state and pulses of 
my heart towards this monster, asking me how I should approve 
of such a fine gentleman for a husband?  (fine gentleman, I 
suppose she called him, from his being daubed with lace).  I 
answered her very naturally, that I had no thoughts of a husband, 
but that if I was to choose one, it should be among my 
own degree, sure!  So much had my aversion to that wretch's 
hideous figure indisposed me to all "fine gentlemen," and 
confounded my ideas, as if those of that rank had been necessarily 
cast in the same mould that he was!  But Phoebe was 
not to be beat off so, but went on with her endeavours to 
melt and soften me for the purposes of my reception into that 
hospitable house: and whilst she talked of the sex in general, 
she had no reason to despair of a compliance, which more than 
one reason shewed her would be easily enough obtained of me; 
but then she had too much experience not to discover that my 
particular fix'd aversion to that frightful cousin would be a 
block not so readily to be removed, as suited the consummation 
of their bargain, and sale of me. 

</p>
               <p>Mother Brown had in the mean time agreed the terms with 
this liquorish old goat, which I afterwards understood were 
to be fifty guineas peremptory for the liberty of attempting 
me, and a hundred more at the compleat gratification of his 
desires, in the triumph over my virginity: and as for me, I 
was to be left entirely at the discretion of his liking and 
generosity.  This unrighteous contract being thus settled, 
he was so eager to be put in possession, that he insisted 
on being introduc'd to drink tea with me that afternoon, 
when we were to be left alone; nor would he hearken to the 
procuress's remonstrances, that I was not sufficiently prepared 
and ripened for such an attack; that I was too green 
and untam'd, having been scarce twenty-four hours in the 
house: it is the character of lust to be impatient, and his 
vanity arming him against any supposition of other than the 
common  resistance of a maid on those occasions, made him 
reject all proposals of a delay, and my dreadful trial was 
thus fix'd, unknown to me, for that very evening. 

</p>
               <p>At dinner, Mrs. Brown and Phoebe did nothing but run 
riot in praises of this wonderful cousin, and how happy 
that woman would be that he would favour with his addresses; 
in short my two gossips exhausted all their rhetoric to 
persuade me to accept them: "that the gentleman was violently 
smitten with me at first sight . . . that he would make my 
fortune if I would be a good girl and not stand in my own 
light . . . that I should trust his honour . . . that I 
should be made for ever, and have a chariot to go abroad in 
. . . ," with all such stuff as was fit to turn the head of 
such a silly ignorant girl as I then was: but luckily here 
my aversion had taken already such deep root in me, my heart 
was so strongly defended from him by my senses, that wanting 
the art to mask my sentiments, I gave them no hopes of their 
employer's succeeding, at least very easily, with me.  The 
glass too march'd pretty quick, with a view, I suppose, to 
make a friend of the warmth of my constitution, in the 
minutes of the imminent attack. 

</p>
               <p>Thus they kept me pretty long at table, and about six 
in the evening, after I was retired to my own apartment, and 
the tea board was set, enters my venerable mistress, follow'd 
close by that satyr, who came in grinning in a way peculiar 
to him, and by his odious presence confirm'd me in all the 
sentiments of detestation which his first appearance had 
given birth to. 

</p>
               <p>He sat down fronting me, and all tea time kept ogling 
me in a manner that gave me the utmost pain and confusion, 
all the marks of which he still explained to be my bashfulness, 
and not being used to see company. 

</p>
               <p>Tea over, the commoding old lady pleaded urgent business 
(which indeed was true) to go out, and earnestly desir'd 
me to entertain her cousin kindly till she came back, both 
for my own sake and her's; and then with a "Pray, sir, be 
very good, be very tender of the sweet child," she went out 
of the room, leaving me staring, with my mouth open, and unprepar'd, 
by the suddenness of her departure, to oppose it. 

</p>
               <p>We were now alone; and on that idea a sudden fit of 
trembling seiz'd me.  I was so afraid, without a precise 
notion of why, and what I had to fear, that I sat on the 
settee, by the fire-side, motionless, and petrified, without 
life or spirit, not knowing how to look or how to stir. 

</p>
               <p>But long I was not suffered to remain in this state of 
stupefaction: the monster squatted down by me on the settee, 
and without farther ceremony or preamble, flings his arms 
about my neck, and drawing me pretty forcibly towards him, 
oblig'd me to receive, in spite of my struggles to disengage 
from him, his pestilential kisses, which quite overcame me. 
Finding me then next to senseless, and unresisting, he tears 
off my neck handkerchief, and laid all open there to his 
eyes and hands: still I endur'd all without flinching, till 
embolden'd by my sufferance and silence, for I had not the 
power to speak or cry out, he attempted to lay me down on 
the settee, and I felt his hand on the lower part of my 
naked thighs, which were cross'd, and which he endeavoured 
to unlock . . . Oh then!  I was roused out of my passive 
endurance, and springing from him with an activity he was 
not prepar'd for, threw myself at his feet, and begg'd him, 
in the most moving tone, not to be rude, and that he would 
not hurt me:—"Hurt you, my dear?" says the brute; "I intend 
you no harm . . . has not the old lady told you that I love 
you? . . . that I shall do handsomely by you?"  "She has 
indeed, sir," said I; "but I cannot love you, indeed I can 
not! . . . pray let me alone . . .  yes! I will love you 
dearly if you will let me alone, and go away . . . "  But I 
was talking to the wind; for whether my tears, my attitude, 
or the disorder of my dress prov'd fresh incentives, or 
whether he was not under the dominion of desires he could 
not bridle, but snorting and foaming with lust and rage, he 
renews his attack, seizes me, and again attempts to extend 
and fix me on the settee: in which he succeeded so far as to 
lay me along, and even to toss my petticoats over my head, 
and lay my thighs bare, which I obstinately kept close, nor 
could he, though he attempted with his knee to force them 
open, effect it so as to stand fair for being master of the 
main avenue; he was unbuttoned, both waistcoat and breeches, 
yet I only felt the weight of his body upon me, whilst I lay 
struggling with indignation, and dying with terror; but he 
stopped all of a sudden, and got off, panting, blowing, cursing, 
and repeating "old and ugly!" for so I had very naturally 
called him in the heat of my defence. 

</p>
               <p>The brute had, it seems, as I afterwards understood, 
brought on, by his eagerness and struggle, the ultimate 
period of his hot fit of lust, which his power was too short 
liv'd to carry him through the full execution of; of which 
my thighs and linen received the effusion. 

</p>
               <p>When it was over he bid me, with a tone of displeasure, 
get up, saying that he would not do me the honour to think 
of me any more . . . that the old bitch might look out for 
another cully . . . that he would not be fool'd so by e'er 
a country mock modesty in England . . . that he supposed I 
had left my maidenhead with some hobnail in the country, 
and was come to dispose of my skin-milk in town, with a 
volley of the like abuse; which I listened to with more 
pleasure than ever fond woman did to protestations of love 
from her darling minion: for, incapable as I was of receiving 
any addition to my perfect hatred and aversion to 
him, I look'd on this railing as my security against his 
renewing his most odious caresses. 

</p>
               <p>Yet, plain as Mrs. Brown's views were now come out, I 
had not the heart or spirit to open my eyes to them: still 
I could not part with my dependence on that beldam, so 
much did I think myself her's, soul and body: or rather, I 
sought to deceive myself with the continuation of my good 
opinion of her, and chose to wait the worst at her hands 
sooner than be turn'd out to starve in the streets, without 
a penny of money or a friend to apply to: these fears 
were my folly. 

</p>
               <p>Whilst this confusion of ideas was passing in my head, 
and I sat pensive by the fire, with my eyes brimming with 
tears, my neck still bare, and my cap fall'n off in the 
struggle, so that my hair was in the disorder you may guess, 
the villain's lust began, I suppose, to be again in flow, at 
the sight of all that bloom of youth which presented itself 
to his view, a bloom yet unenjoy'd, and of course not yet 
indifferent to him. 

</p>
               <p>After some pause, he ask'd me, with a tone of voice 
mightily softened, whether I would make it up with him 
before the old lady returned and all should be well; he 
would restore me his affections, at the same time offering 
to kiss me and feel my breasts.  But now my extreme aversion, 
my fears, my indignation, all acting upon me, gave me 
a spirit not natural to me, so that breaking loose from him, 
I ran to the bell and rang it, before he was aware, with 
such violence and effect as brought up the maid to know what 
was the matter, or whether the gentleman wanted any thing; 
and before he could proceed to greater extremities, she 
bounc'd into the room, and seeing me stretch'd on the floor, 
my hair all dishevell'd, my nose gushing out blood, which 
did not a little tragedize the scene, and my odious persecutor 
still intent of pushing his brutal point, unmoved by 
all my cries and distress, she was herself confounded and 
did not know what to say. 

</p>
               <p>As much, however, as Martha might be prepared and 
hardened to transactions of this sort, all womanhood must 
have been out of her heart, could she have seen this unmov'd. 
Besides that, on the face of things, she imagined 
that matters had gone greater lengths than they really 
had, and that the courtesy of the house had been actually 
consummated on me, and flung me into the condition I was 
in: in this notion she instantly took my part, and advis'd 
the gentleman to go down and leave me to recover myself, 
and "that all would be soon over with me . . . that when 
Mrs. Brown and Phoebe, who were gone out, were return'd, 
they would take order for every thing to his satisfaction 
. . . that nothing would be lost by a little patience with 
the poor tender thing . . . that for her part she was . . . 
frighten'd . . . she could not tell what to say to such 
doings . . . but that she would stay by me till my mistress 
came home."  As the wench said all this in a resolute tone, 
and the monster himself began to perceive that things would 
not mend by his staying, he took his hat and went out of 
the room, murmuring, and pleating his brows like an old ape, 
so that I was delivered from the horrors of his detestable 
presence. 

</p>
               <p>As soon as he was gone, Martha very tenderly offered 
me her assistance in any thing, and would have got me some 
hartshorn drops, and put me to bed; which last, I at first 
positively refused, in the fear that the monster might return 
and take me at that advantage.  However, with much 
persuasion, and assurances that I should not be molested 
that night, she prevailed on me to lie down; and indeed I 
was so weakened by my struggles, so dejected by my fearful 
apprehensions, so terror-struck, that I had not power to 
sit up, or hardly to give answers to the questions with 
which the curious Martha ply'd and perplex'd me. 

</p>
               <p>Such too, and so cruel was my fate, that I dreaded 
the sight of Mrs. Brown, as if I had been the criminal 
and she the person injur'd; a mistake which you will not 
think so strange, on distinguishing that neither virtue 
nor principles had the least share in the defence I had 
made, but only the particular aversion I had conceiv'd 
against the first brutal and frightful invader of my 
tender innocence.

</p>
               <p>I pass'd then the time till Mrs. Brown's return home, 
under all the agitations of fear and despair that may 
easily be guessed.

</p>
            </div>
            <div>
               <head>Part 2</head>
               <p>About eleven at night my two ladies came home, and having 
receiv'd rather a favourable account from Martha, who 
had run down to let them in, for Mr. Crofts (that was the 
name of my brute) was gone out of the house, after waiting 
till he had tired his patience for Mrs. Brown's return, they 
came thundering up-stairs, and seeing me pale, my face 
bloody, and all the marks of the most thorough dejection, 
they employed themselves more to comfort and re-inspirit me, 
than in making me the reproaches I was weak enough to fear, 
I who had so many juster and stronger to retort upon them. 

</p>
               <p>Mrs. Brown withdrawn, Phoebe came presently to bed to 
me, and what with the answers she drew from me, what with 
her own method of palpably satisfying herself, she soon discovered 
that I had been more frighted than hurt; upon which 
I suppose, being herself seiz'd with sleep, and reserving 
her lectures and instructions till the next morning, she 
left me, properly speaking, to my unrest; for, after tossing 
and turning the greatest part of the night, and tormenting 
myself with the falsest notions and apprehensions of things, 
I fell, through mere fatigue, into a kind of delirious doze, 
out of which I waded late in the morning, in a violent fever: 
a circumstance which was extremely critical to reprieve me, 
at least for a time, from the attacks of a wretch infinitely 
more terrible to me than death itself. 

</p>
               <p>The interested care that was taken of me during my illness, 
in order to restore me to a condition of making good 
the bawd's engagements, or of enduring further trials, and 
however such an effect on my grateful disposition, that I 
even thought myself oblig'd to my undoers for their attention 
to promote my recovery; and, above all, for the keeping 
out of my sight of that brutal ravisher, the author of my 
disorder, on their finding I was too strongly mov'd at the 
bare mention of his name. 

</p>
               <p>Youth is soon raised, and a few days were sufficient to 
conquer the fury of my fever: but, what contributed most to 
my perfect recovery and to my reconciliation with life, was 
the timely news that Mr. Crofts, who was a merchant of considerable 
dealings, was arrested at the King's suit, for 
nearly forty thousand pounds, on account of his driving a 
certain contraband trade, and that his affairs were so desperate 
that even were it in his inclination, it would not 
be in his power to renew his designs upon me: for he was 
instantly thrown into a prison, which it was not likely he 
would get out of in haste. 

</p>
               <p>Mrs. Brown, who had touched his fifty guineas, advanc'd 
to so little purpose, and lost all hopes of the remaining 
hundred, began to look upon my treatment of him with a more 
favourable eye; and as they had observ'd my temper to be 
perfectly tractable and conformable to their views, all the 
girls that compos'd her flock were suffered to visit me, and 
had their cue to dispose me, by their conversation, to a 
perfect resignation of myself to Mrs. Brown's direction. 

</p>
               <p>Accordingly they were let in upon me, and all that 
frolic and thoughtless gaiety in which those giddy creatures 
consume their leisure made me envy a condition of which I 
only saw the fair side; insomuch, that the being one of them 
became even my ambitionP a disposition which they all carefully 
cultivated; and I wanted now nothing but to restore my 
health, that I might be able to undergo the ceremony of the 
initiation. 

</p>
               <p>Conversation, example, all, in short, contributed, in 
that house, to corrupt my native purity, which had taken no 
root in education; whilst not the inflammable principal of 
pleasure, so easily fired at my age, made strange work 
within me, and all the modesty I was brought up in the 
habit, not the instruction of, began to melt away like dew 
before the sun's heat; not to mention that I made a vice of 
necessity, from the constant fears I had of being turn'd 
out to starve. 

</p>
               <p>I was soon pretty well recover'd, and at certain hours 
allow'd to range all over the house, but cautiously kept 
from seeing any company till the arrival of Lord B . . ., 
from Bath, to whom Mrs. Brown, in respect to his experienced 
generosity on such occasions, proposed to offer the 
perusal ot that trinket of mine, which bears so great an 
imaginary value; and his lordship being expected in town 
in less than a fortnight, Mrs. Brown judged I would be 
entirely renewed in beauty and freshness by that time, and 
afford her the chance of a better bargain than she had 
driven with Mr. Crofts. 

</p>
               <p>In the meantime, I was so thoroughly, as they call it, 
brought over, so tame to their whistle, that, had my cage 
door been set open, I had no idea that I ought to fly anywhere, 
sooner than stay where I was; nor had I the least 
sense of regretting my condition, but waited very quietly 
for whatever Mrs. Brown should order concerning me; who on 
her side, by herself and her agents, took more than the 
necessary precautions to lull and lay asleep all just reflections 
on my destination. 

</p>
               <p>Preachments of morality over the left shoulder; a life 
of joy painted in the gayest colours; caresses, promises, 
indulgent treatment: nothing, in short, was wanting to domesticate 
me entirely and to prevent my going out anywhere 
to get better advice.  Alas!  I dream'd of no such thing. 

</p>
               <p>Hitherto I had been indebted only to the girls of the 
house for the corruption of my innocence: their luscious 
talk, in which modesty was far from respected, their description 
of their engagements with men, had given me a 
tolerable insight into the nature and mysteries of their 
profession, at the same time that they highly provok'd an 
itch of florid warm-spirited blood through every vein: but 
above all, my bed-fellow Phoebe, whose pupil I more immediately 
was, exerted her talents in giving me the first 
tinctures of pleasure: whilst nature, now warm'd and wantoned 
with discoveries so interesting, piqu'd a curiosity 
which Phoebe artfully whetted, and leading me from question 
to question of her own suggestion, explain'd to me all the 
mysteries of Venus.  But I could not long remain in such a 
house as that, without being an eye-witness of more than I 
could conceive from her descriptions. 

</p>
               <p>One day, about twelve at noon, being thoroughly recover'd 
of my fever, I happen'd to be in Mrs. Brown's dark 
closet, where I had not been half an hour, resting upon the 
maid's settle-bed, before I heard a rustling in the bedchamber, 
separated from the closet only by two sash-doors, 
before the glasses of which were drawn two yellow damask 
curtains, but not so close as to exclude the full view of 
the room from any person in the closet. 

</p>
               <p>I instantly crept softly, and posted myself so, that 
seeing every thing minutely, I could not myself be seen; 
and who should come in but the venerable mother Abbess 
herself! handed in by a tall, brawny young Horse-grenadier, 
moulded in the Hercules style: in fine, the choice of the 
most experienced dame, in those affairs, in all London. 

</p>
               <p>Oh! how still and hush did I keep at my stand, lest 
any noise should baulk my curiosity, of bring Madam into 
the closet! 

</p>
               <p>But I had not much reason to fear either, for she was 
so entirely taken up with her present great concern, that 
she had no sense of attention to spare to any thing else. 

</p>
               <p>Droll was it to see that clumsy fat figure of hers flop 
down on the foot of the bed, opposite to the closet-door, so 
that I had a full front-view of all her charms. 

</p>
               <p>Her paramour sat down by her: he seemed to be a man of 
very few words, and a great stomach; for proceeding instantly 
to essentials, he gave her some hearty smacks, and thrusting 
his hands into her breasts, disengag'd them from her 
stays, in scorn of whose confinement they broke loose, and 
swagged down, navel-low at least.  A more enormous pair did 
my eyes never behold, nor of a worse colour, flagging-soft, 
and most lovingly contiguous: yet such as they were, this 
neck-beef eater seem'd to paw them with a most uninvitable 
gust, seeking in vain to confine or cover one of them with a 
hand scarce less than a shoulder of mutton.  After toying 
with them thus some time, as if they had been worth it, he 
laid her down pretty briskly, and canting up her petticoats, 
made barely a mask of them to her broad red face, that 
blush'd with nothing but brandy. 

</p>
               <p>As he stood on one side, for a minute or so, unbuttoning 
his waist-coat and breeches, her fat, brawny thighs hung 
down, and the whole greasy landscape lay fairly open to my 
view; a wide open-mouth'd gap, overshaded with a grizzly 
bush, seemed held out like a beggar's wallet for its provision. 

</p>
               <p>But I soon had my eyes called off by a more striking 
object, that entirely engross'd them. 

</p>
               <p>Her sturdy stallion had now unbutton'd, and produced 
naked, stiff, and erect, that wonderful machine, which I 
had never seen before, and which, for the interest my own 
seat of pleasure began to take furiously in it, I star'd at 
with all the eyes I had: however, my senses were too much 
flurried, too much concenter'd in that now burning spot of 
mine, to observe any thing more than in general the make 
and turn of that instrument, from which the instinct of 
nature, yet more than all I had heard of it, now strongly 
informed me I was to expect that supreme pleasure which she 
had placed in the meeting of those parts so admirably fitted 
for each other. 

</p>
               <p>Long, however, the young spark did not remain before 
giving it two or three shakes, by way of brandishing it; he 
threw himself upon her, and his back being now towards me, I 
could only take his being ingulph'd for granted, by the directions 
he mov'd in, and the impossibility of missing so 
staring a mark; and now the bed shook, the curtains rattled 
so, that I could scarce hear the sighs and murmurs, the 
heaves and pantings that accompanied the action, from the 
beginning to the end; the sound and sight of which thrill'd 
to the very soul of me, and made every vein of my body circulate 
liquid fires: the emotion grew so violent that it 
almost intercepted my respiration. 

</p>
               <p>Prepared then, and disposed as I was by the discourse 
of my companions, and Phoebe's minute detail of everything, 
no wonder that such a sight gave the last dying blow to my 
native innocence. 

</p>
               <p>Whilst they were in the heat of the action, guided by 
nature only, I stole my hand up my petticoats, and with 
fingers all on fire, seized, and yet more inflamed that 
center of all my senses: my heart palpitated, as if it 
would force its way through my bosom; I breath'd with pain; 
I twisted my thighs, squeezed, and compressed the lips of 
that virgin slit, and following mechanically the example of 
Phoebe's manual operation on it, as far as I could find 
admission, brought on at last the critical extasy, the 
melting flow, into which nature, spent with excess of 
pleasure, dissolves and dies away. 

</p>
               <p>After which, my senses recover'd coolness enough to 
observe the rest of the transaction between this happy 
pair. 

</p>
               <p>The young fellow had just dismounted, when the old 
lady immediately sprung up, with all the vigour of youth, 
derived, no doubt, from her late refreshment; and making 
him sit down, began in her turn to kiss him, to pat and 
pinch his cheeks, and play with his hair: all which he 
receiv'd with an air of indifference and coolness, that 
shew'd him to me much altered from what he was when he 
first went on to the breach. 

</p>
               <p>My pious governess, however, not being above calling 
in auxiliaries, unlocks a little case of cordials that 
stood near the bed, and made him pledge her in a very 
plentiful dram: after which, and a little amorous parley, 
Madam sat herself down upon the same place, at the bed's 
foot; and the young fellow standing sideway by her, she, 
with the greatest effrontery imaginable, unbuttons his 
breeches, and removing his shirt, draws out his affair, so 
shrunk and diminish'd, that I could not but remember the 
difference, now crestfallen, or just faintly lifting its 
head: but our experienc'd matron very soon, by chafing it 
with her hands, brought it to swell to that size and erection 
I had before seen it up to. 

</p>
               <p>I admired then, upon a fresh account, and with a nicer 
survey, the texture of that capital part of man: the flaming 
red head as it stood uncapt, the whiteness of the 
shaft, and the shrub growth of curling hair that embrowned 
the roots of it, the roundish bag that dangled down from 
it, all exacted my eager attention, and renewed my flame. 
But, as the main affair was now at the point the industrious 
dame had laboured to bring it to, she was not in the humour 
to put off the payment of her pains, but laying herself 
down, drew him gently upon her, and thus they finish'd in 
the same manner as before, the old last act. 

</p>
               <p>This over, they both went out lovingly together, the 
old lady having first made him a present, as near as I 
could observe, of three or four pieces; he being not only 
her particular favourite on account of his performances, 
but a retainer to the house; from whose sight she had taken 
great care hitherto to secrete me, lest he might not have 
had patience to wait for my lord's arrival, but have insisted 
on being his taster, which the old lady was under 
too much subjection to him to dare dispute with him; for 
every girl of the house fell to him in course, and the old 
lady only now and then got her turn, in consideration of 
the maintenance he had, and which he could scarce be 
accused of not earning from her. 

</p>
               <p>As soon as I heard them go down-stairs, I stole up 
softly to my own room, out of which I had luckily not been 
miss'd; there I began to breathe freer, and to give a loose 
to those warm emotions which the sight of such an encounter 
had raised in me.  I laid me down on the bed, stretched 
myself out, joining and ardently wishing, and requiring any 
means to divert or allay the rekindled rage and tumult of 
my desires, which all pointed strongly to their pole: man. 
I felt about the bed as if I sought for something that I 
grasp'd in my waking dream, and not finding it, could have 
cry'd for vexation; every part of me glowing with stimulating 
fires.  At length, I resorted to the only present 
remedy, that of vain attempts at digitation, where the 
smallness of the theatre did not yet afford room enough for 
action, and where the pain my fingers gave me, in striving 
for admission, tho' they procured me a slight satisfaction 
for the present, started an apprehension, which I could not 
be easy till I had communicated to Phoebe, and received her 
explanations upon it. 

</p>
               <p>The opportunity, however, did not offer till next 
morning, for Phoebe did not come to bed till long after 
I was gone to sleep.  As soon then as we were both awake, 
it was but in course to bring our ly-a-bed chat to land on 
the subject of my uneasiness: to which a recital of the 
love scene I had thus, by chance, been spectatress of, 
serv'd for a preface. 

</p>
               <p>Phoebe could not hear it to the end without more than 
one interruption by peals of laughter, and my ingenuous way 
of relating matters did not a little heighten the joke to 
her. 

</p>
               <p>But, on her sounding me how the sight had affected me, 
without mincing or hiding the pleasurable emotions it had 
inspir'd me with, I told her at the same time that one remark 
had perplex'd me, and that very considerably. 
—"Aye!" say she, "what was that?" — "Why," replied I, 
"having very curiously and attentively compared the size of 
that enormous machine, which did not appear, at least to my 
fearful imagination, less than my wrist, and at least three 
of my handfuls long, to that of the tender small part of me 
which was framed to receive it, I can not conceive its being 
possible to afford it entrance without dying, perhaps in the 
greatest pain, since you well know that even a finger thrust 
in there hurts me beyond bearing . . . As to my mistress's 
and yours, I can plainly distinguish the different dimensions 
of them from mine, palpable to the touch, and visible 
to the eye; so that, in short, great as the promis'd pleasure 
may be, I am afraid of the pain of the experiment." 

</p>
               <p>Phoebe at this redoubled her laugh, and whilst I expected 
a very serious solution of my doubts and apprehensions 
in this matter, only told me that she never heard of 
a mortal wound being given in those parts by that terrible 
weapon, and that some she knew younger, and as delicately 
made as myself, had outlived the operation; that she believed, 
at the worst, I should take a great deal of killing; 
that true it was, there was a great diversity of sizes 
in those parts, owing to nature, child-bearing, frequent 
over-stretching with unmerciful machines, but that at a 
certain age and habit of body, even the most experienc'd in 
those affairs could not well distinguish between the maid 
and the woman, supposing too an absence of all artifice, 
and things in their natural situation: but that since 
chance had thrown in my way one sight of that sort, she 
would procure me another, that should feast my eyes more 
delicately, and go a great way in the cure of my fears from 
that imaginary disproportion. 

</p>
               <p>On this she asked me if I knew Polly Philips.  "Undoubtedly," 
says I, "the fair girl which was so tender of 
me when I was sick, and has been, as you told me, but two 
months in the house.":  "The same," says Phoebe.  "You must 
know then, she is kept by a young Genoese merchant, whom 
his uncle, who is immensely rich, and whose darling he is, 
sent over here with an English merchant, his friend, on a 
pretext of settling some accounts, but in reality to humour 
his inclinations for travelling, and seeing the world.  He 
met casually with this Polly once in company, and taking a 
liking to her, makes it worth her while to keep entirely to 
him.  He comes to her here twice or thrice a week, and she 
receives him in her light closet up one pair of stairs, 
where he enjoys her in a taste, I suppose, peculiar to the 
heat, or perhaps the caprices of his own country.  I say no 
more, but to-morrow being his day, you shall see what passes 
between them, from a place only known to your mistress and 
myself." 

</p>
               <p>You may be sure, in the ply I was now taking, I had no 
objection to the proposal, and was rather a tip-toe for its 
accomplishment. 

</p>
               <p>At five in the evening, next day, Phoebe, punctual to 
her promise, came to me as I sat alone in my own room, and 
beckon'd me to follow her. 

</p>
               <p>We went down the back-stairs very softly, and opening 
the door of a dark closet, where there was some old furniture 
kept, and some cases of liquor, she drew me in after 
her, and fastening the door upon us, we had no light but 
what came through a long crevice in the partition between 
ours and the light closet, where the scene of action lay; 
so that sitting on those low cases, we could, with the 
greatest ease, as well as clearness, see all objects (ourselves 
unseen), only by applying our eyes close to the crevice, 
where the moulding of a panel had warped, or started 
a little on the other side. 

</p>
               <p>The young gentleman was the first person I saw, with 
his back directly towards me, looking at a print.  Polly 
was not yet come: in less than a minute tho', the door 
opened, and she came in; and at the noise the door made he 
turned about, and came to meet her, with an air of the 
greatest tenderness and satisfaction. 

</p>
               <p>After saluting her, he led her to a couch that fronted 
us, where they both sat down, and the young Genoese help'd 
her to a glass of wine, with some Naples bisket on a salver. 

</p>
               <p>Presently, when they had exchanged a few kisses, and 
questions in broken English on one side, he began to unbutton, 
and, in fine, stript to his shirt. 

</p>
               <p>As if this had been the signal agreed on for pulling 
off all their cloaths, a scheme which the heat of the season 
perfectly favoured, Polly began to draw her pins, and as she 
had no stays to unlace, she was in a trice, with her gallant's 
officious assistance, undress'd to all but her shift. 

</p>
               <p>When he saw this, his breeches were immediately loosen'd, 
waist and knee bands, and slipped over his ankles, 
clean off; his shirt collar was unbuttoned too: then, first 
giving Polly an encouraging kiss, he stole, as it were, the 
shift off the girl, who being, I suppose, broke and familiariz'd 
to this humour, blush'd indeed, but less than I 
did at the apparition of her, now standing stark-naked, 
just as she came out of the hands of pure nature, with her 
black hair loose and a-float down her dazzling white neck 
and shoulders, whilst the deepen'd carnation of her cheeks 
went off gradually into the hue of glaz'd snow: for such 
were the blended tints and polish of her skin. 

</p>
               <p>This girl could not be above eighteen: her face regular 
and sweet-featur'd, her shape exquisite; nor could I 
help envying her two ripe enchanting breasts, finely plump'd 
out in flesh, but withal so round, so firm, that they sustain'd 
themselves, in scorn of any stay: then their nipples, 
pointing different ways, mark'd their pleasing separation; 
beneath them lay the delicious tract of the belly, which 
terminated in a parting or rift scarce discernible, that 
modesty seem'd to retire downwards, and seek shelter between 
two plump fleshy thighs: the curling hair that overspread 
its delightful front, cloathed it with the richest 
sable fur in the universe: in short, she was evidently a 
subject for the painters to court her sitting to them for 
a pattern of female beauty, in all the true price and pomp 
of nakedness. 

</p>
               <p>The young Italian (still in his shirt) stood gazing 
and transported at the sight of beauties that might have 
fir'd a dying hermit; his eager eyes devour'd her, as she 
shifted attitudes at his discretion: neither were his hands 
excluded their share of the high feast, but wander'd, on 
the hunt of pleasure, over every part and inch of her body, 
so qualified to afford the most exquisite sense of it. 

</p>
               <p>In the mean time, one could not help observing the 
swell of his shirt before, that bolster'd out, and shewed 
the condition of things behind the curtain: but he soon 
remov'd it, by slipping his shirt over his head; and now, 
as to nakedness, they had nothing to reproach one another. 

</p>
               <p>The young gentleman, by Phoebe's guess, was about two 
and twenty; tall and well limb'd.  His body was finely 
form'd and of a most vigorous make, square-shoulder'd, and 
broad-chested: his face was not remarkable in any way, but 
for a nose inclining to the Roman, eyes large, black, and 
sparkling, and a ruddiness in his cheeks that was the more 
a grace, for his complexion was of the brownest, not of that 
dusky dun colour which excludes the idea of freshness, but 
of that clear, olive gloss which, glowing with life, dazzles 
perhaps less than fairness, and yet pleases more, when it 
pleases at all.  His hair, being too short to tie, fell no 
lower than his neck, in short easy curls; and he had a few 
sprigs about his paps, that garnish'd his chest in a style 
of strength and manliness.  Then his grand movement, which 
seem'd to rise out of a thicket of curling hair that spread 
from the root all round thighs and belly up to the navel, 
stood stiff and upright, but of a size to frighten me, by 
sympathy, for the small tender part which was the object of 
its fury, and which now lay expos'd to my fairest view; for 
he had, immediately on stripping off his shirt, gently 
push'd her down on the couch, which stood conveniently to 
break her willing fall.  Her thighs were spread out to their 
utmost extension, and discovered between them the mark of 
the sex, the red-center'd cleft of flesh, whose lips, vermilioning 
inwards, exprest a small rubid line in sweet 
miniature, such as Guido's touch of colouring could never 
attain to the life or delicacy of. 

</p>
               <p>Phoebe, at this gave me a gentle jog, to prepare me for 
a whispered question: whether I thought my little maidenhead 
was much less?  But my attention was too much engross'd, too 
much enwrapp'd with all I saw, to be able to give her any 
answer. 

</p>
               <p>By this time the young gentleman had changed her posture 
from lying breadth to length-wise on the couch: but her 
thighs were still spread, and the mark lay fair for him, who 
now kneeling between them, display'd to us a side-view of 
that fierce erect machine of his, which threaten'd no less 
than splitting the tender victim, who lay smiling at the uplifted 
stroke, nor seem'd to decline it.  He looked upon his 
weapon himself with some pleasure, and guiding it with his 
hand to the inviting slit, drew aside the lips, and lodg'd 
it (after some thrusts, which Polly seem'd even to assist) 
about half way; but there it stuck, I suppose from its growing 
thickness: he draws it again, and just wetting it with 
spittle, re-enters, and with ease sheath'd it now up to the 
hilt, at which Polly gave a deep sigh, which was quite 
another tone than one of pain; he thrusts, she heaves, at 
first gently, and in a regular cadence; but presently the 
transport began to be too violent ot observe any order or 
measure; their motions were too rapid, their kisses too 
fierce and fervent for nature to support such fury long: 
both seem'd to me out of themselves: their eyes darted 
fires:  "Oh! . . . oh! . . . I can't bear it . . . It is 
too much . . . I die . . . I am going . . ." were Polly's 
expressions of extasy: his joys were more silent; but soon 
broken murmurs, sighs heart-fetch'd, and at length a dispatching 
thrust, as if he would have forced himself up her 
body, and then motionless languor of all his limbs, all 
shewed that the die-away moment was come upon him; which 
she gave signs of joining with, by the wild throwing of her 
hands about, closing her eyes, and giving a deep sob, in 
which she seemed to expire in an agony of bliss. 

</p>
               <p>When he had finish'd his stroke, and got from off her, 
she lay still without the least motion, breathless, as it 
should seem, with pleasure.  He replaced her again breadthwise 
on the couch, unable to sit up, with her thighs open, 
between which I could observe a kind of white liquid, like 
froth, hanging about the outward lips of that recently 
opened wound, which now glowed with a deeper red.  Presently 
she gets up, and throwing her arms round him, seemed 
far from undelighted with the trial he had put her to, to 
judge at least by the fondness with which she ey'd and hung 
upon him. 

</p>
               <p>For my part, I will not pretend to describe what I 
felt all over me during this scene; but from that instant, 
adieu all fears of what man could do unto me; they were now 
changed into such ardent desires, such ungovernable longings, 
that I could have pull'd the first of that sex that should 
present himself, by the sleeve, and offered him the bauble, 
which I now imagined the loss of would be a gain I could not 
too soon procure myself. 

</p>
               <p>Phoebe, who had more experience, and to whom such 
sights were not so new, could not however be unmoved at so 
warm a scene; and drawing me away softly from the peep-hole, 
for fear of being over-heard, guided me as near the door as 
possible, all passive and obedient to her least signals. 

</p>
               <p>Here was no room either to sit or lie, but making me 
stand with my back towards the door, she lifted up my 
petticoats, and with her busy fingers fell to visit and 
explore that part of me where now the heat and irritations 
were so violent that I was perfectly sick and ready to die 
with desire; that the bare touch of her finger, in that 
critical place, had the effect of a fire to a train, and 
her hand instantly made her sensible to what a pitch I was 
wound up, and melted by the sight she had thus procured me. 
Satisfied then with her success in allaying a heat that 
would have made me impatient of seeing the continuation of 
the transactions between our amourous couple, she brought me 
again to the crevice so favourable to our curiosity. 

</p>
               <p>We had certainly been but a few instants away from it, 
and yet on our return we saw every thing in good forwardness 
for recommencing the tender hostilities. 

</p>
               <p>The young foreigner was sitting down, fronting us, on 
the couch, with Polly upon one knee, who had her arms round 
his neck, whilst the extreme whiteness of her skin was not 
undelightfully contrasted by the smooth glossy brown of her 
lover's. 

</p>
               <p>But who could count the fierce, unnumber's kisses given 
and taken? in which I could of ten discover their exchanging 
the velvet thrust, when both their mouths were double tongued, 
and seemed to favour the mutual insertion with the 
greatest gust and delight. 

</p>
               <p>In the mean time, his red-headed champion, that has so 
lately fled the pit, quell'd and abash'd, was now recover'd 
to the top of his condition, perk'd and crested up between 
Polly's thighs, who was not wanting, on her part, to coax 
and deep it in good humour, stroking it, with her head down, 
and received even its velvet tip between the lips of not its 
proper mouth: whether she did this out of any particular 
pleasure, or whether it was to render it more glib and easy 
of entrance, I could not tell; but it had such an effect, 
that the young gentleman seem'd by  his eyes, that sparkled 
with more excited lustre, and his inflamed countenance, to 
receive increase of pleasure.  He got up, and taking Polly 
in his arms, embraced her, and said something too softly for 
me to hear, leading her withal to the foot of the couch, and 
taking delight to slap her thighs and posteriors with that 
stiff sinew of his, which hit them with a spring that he 
gave it with his hand, and made them resound again, but hurt 
her about as much as he meant to hurt her, for she seemed to 
have as frolic a taste as himself. 

</p>
               <p>But guess my surprise, when I saw the lazy young rogue 
lie down on his back, and gently pull down Polly upon him, 
who giving way to his humour, straddled, and with her hands 
conducted her blind favourite to the right place; and following 
her impulse, ran directly upon the flaming point of 
this weapon of pleasure, which she stak'd herself upon, up 
pierc'd and infix'd to the extremest hair-breadth of it: 
thus she sat on him a few instants, enjoying and relishing 
her situation, whilst he toyed with her provoking breasts. 
Sometimes she would stoop to meet his kiss: but presently 
the sting of pleasure spurr'd them up to fiercer action; 
then began the storm of heaves, which, form the undermost 
combatant, were thrusts at the same time, he crossing his 
hands over her, and drawing her home to him with a sweet 
violence: the inverted strokes of anvil over hammer soon 
brought on the critical period, in which all the signs of a 
close conspiring extasy informed us of the point they were 
at. 

</p>
               <p>For me, I could bear to see no more; I was so overcome, 
so inflamed at the second part of the same play, that, mad 
to an intolerable degree, I hugg'd, I clasped Phoebe, as if 
she had wherewithal to relieve me.  Pleased however with, and 
pitying the taking she could feel me in, she drew me towards 
the door, and opening it as softly as she could, we both got 
off undiscover'd, and she reconducted me to my own room, 
where, unable to keep my legs, in the agitation I was in, I 
instantly threw myself down on the bed, where I lay transported, 
though asham'd at what I felt. 

</p>
               <p>Phoebe lay down by me, and ask'd me archly if, now that 
I had seen the enemy, and fully considered him, I was still 
afraid of him? or did I think I could venture to come to a 
close engagement with him?  To all which, not a word on my 
side; I sigh'd, and could scarce breathe.  She takes hold of 
my hand, and having roll'd up her own petticoats, forced it 
half strivingly towards those parts, where, now grown more 
knowing, I miss'd the main object of my wishes; and finding 
not even the shadow of what I wanted, where every thing was 
so flat, or so hollow, in the vexation I was in at it, I 
should have withdrawn my hand but for fear of disobliging 
her.  Abandoning it then entirely to her management, she 
made use of it as she thought proper, to procure herself 
rather the shadow than the substance of any pleasure.  For 
my part, I now pin'd for more solid food, and promis'd 
tacitly to myself that I would not be put off much longer 
with this foolery from woman to woman, if Mrs. Brown did 
not soon provide me with the essential specific.  In short, 
I had all the air of not being able to wait the arrival of 
my lord B . . . tho' he was now expected in a very few days: 
nor did I wait for him, for love itself took charge of the 
disposal of me, in spite of interest, or gross lust. 

</p>
               <p>It was now two days after the closet-scene, that I got 
up about six in the morning, and leaving my bed-fellow fast 
asleep, stole down, with no other thought than of taking a 
little fresh air in a small garden, which our back-parlour 
open'd into, and from which my confinement debarr'd me at 
the times company came to the house; but now sleep and 
silence reign'd all over it. 

</p>
               <p>I open'd the parlour door, and well surpriz'd was I at 
seeing, by the side of a fire half-our, a young gentleman in 
the old lady's elbow chair, with his legs laid upon another, 
fast asleep, and left there by his thoughtless companions, 
who had drank him down, and then went off with every one his 
mistress, whilst he stay'd behind by the courtesy of the old 
matron, who would not disturb of turn him out in that condition, 
at one in the morning; and beds, it is more than 
probable, there were none to spare.  On the table still remain'd 
the punch bowl and glasses, strew's about in their 
usual disorder after a drunken revel. 

</p>
               <p>But when I drew nearer, to view the sleeping one, 
heavens! what a sight!  No! no term of years, no turn of 
fortune could ever erase the lightning-like impression 
his form made on me . . . Yes! dearest object of my earliest 
passion, I command for ever the remembrance of thy 
first appearance to my ravish'd eyes . . . it calls thee 
up, present; and I see thee now! 

</p>
               <p>Figure to yourself, Madam, a fair stripling, between 
eighteen and nineteen, with his head reclin'd on one of the 
sides of the chair, his hair in disorder'd curls, irregularly 
shading a face on which all the roseate bloom of youth 
and all the manly graces conspired to fix my eyes and heart. 
Even the languor and paleness of his face, in which the 
momentary triumph of the lily over the rose was owing to the 
excesses of the night, gave an inexpressible sweetness to 
the finest features imaginable: his eyes, closed in sleep, 
displayed the meeting edges of their lids beautifully bordered 
with long eyelashes; over which no pencil could have 
described two more regular arches than those that grac'd his 
forehead, which was high, prefectly white and smooth.  Then 
a pair of vermilion lips, pouting and swelling to the touch, 
as if a bee had freshly stung them, seem'd to challenge me 
to get the gloves off this lovely sleeper, had not the modesty 
and respect, which in both sexes are inseparable from 
a true passion, check'd my impulses. 

</p>
               <p>But on seeing his shirt-collar unbutton'd, and a bosom 
whiter than a drift of snow, the pleasure of considering it 
could not bribe me to lengthen it, at the hazard of a health 
that began to be my life's concern.  Love, that made me 
timid, taught me to be tender too.  With a trembling hand I 
took hold of one of his, and waking his as gently as possible, 
he started, and looking, at first a little wildly, said 
with a voice that sent its harmonious sound to my heart: 
"Pray, child, what o'clock is it?"  I told him, and added 
that he might catch cold if he slept longer with his breast 
open in the cool of the morning air.  On this he thanked me 
with a sweetness perfectly agreeing with that of his features 
and eyes; the last now broad open, and eagerly surveying 
me, carried the sprightly fires they sparkled with 
directly to my heart. It seems that having drank too freely before he came 
upon the rake with some of his young companions, he had put 
himself out of a condition to go through all the weapons 
with them, and crown the night with getting a mistress; so 
that seeing me in a loose undress, he did not doubt but I 
was one of the misses of the house, sent in to repair his 
loss of time; but though he seiz'd that notion, and a very 
obvious one it was, without hesitation, yet, whether my 
figure made a more than ordinary impression on him, or 
whether it was natural politeness, he address'd me in a 
manner far from rude, tho' still on the foot of one of the 
house pliers, come to amuse him; and giving me the first 
kiss that I ever relish'd from man in my life, ask'd me it 
I could favour him with my company, assuring me that he 
would make it worth my while: but had not even new-born 
love, that true refiner of lust, oppos'd so sudden a surrender, 
the fear of being surpriz'd by the house was a 
sufficient bar to my compliance. 

</p>
               <p>I told him then, in a tone set me by love itself, that 
for reasons I had not time to explain to him, I could not 
stay with him, and might not even ever see him again: with 
a sigh at these last words, which broke from the bottom of 
my heart.  My conqueror, who, as he afterwards told me, had 
been struck with my appearance, and lik'd me as much as he 
could think of liking any one in my suppos'd way of life, 
ask'd me briskly at once if I would be kept by him, and that 
he would take a lodging for me directly, and relieve me from 
any engagements he presum'd I might be under to the house. 
Rash, sudden, undigested, and even dangerous as this offer 
might be from a perfect stranger, and that stranger a giddy 
boy, the prodigious love I was struck with for him had put a 
charm into his voice there was no resisting, and blinded me 
to every objection; I could, at that instant, have died for 
him: think if I could resist an invitation to live with him! 
Thus my heart, beating strong to the proposal, dictated my 
answer, after scarce a minute's pause, that I would accept 
of his offer, and make my escape to him in what way he 
pleased, and that I would be entirely at his disposal, let 
it be good or bad.  I have often since wondered that so 
great an easiness did not disgust him, or make me too cheap 
in his eyes, but my fate had so appointed it, that in his 
fears of the hazard of the town, he had been some time 
looking out for a girl to take into keeping, and my person 
happening to hit his fancy, it was by one of those miracles 
reserved to love that we struck the bargain in the instant, 
which we sealed by an exchange of kisses, that the hopes of 
a more uninterrupted enjoyment engaged him to content himself 
with. 

</p>
               <p>Never, however, did dear youth carry in his person, 
more wherewith to justify the turning of a girl's head, and 
making her set all consequences at defiance for the sake of 
following a gallant. 

</p>
               <p>For, besides all the perfections of manly beauty which 
were assembled in his form, he had an air of neatness and 
gentility, a certain smartness in the carriage and port of 
his head, that yet more distinguish'd him; his eyes were 
sprightly and full of meaning; his looks had in them something 
at once sweet and commanding.  His complexion outbloom'd 
the lovely-colour'd rose, whilst its inimitable 
tender vivid glow clearly sav'd from the reproach of wanting 
life, of raw and dough-like, which is commonly made to 
those so extremely fair as he was. 

</p>
               <p>Our little plan was that I should get out about seven 
the next morning (which I could readily promise, as I knew 
where to get the key of the street-door), and he would wait 
at the end of the street with a coach to convey me safe off; 
after which, he would send, and clear any debt incurr'd by 
my stay at Mrs. Brown's, who, he only judged, in gross, 
might not care to part with one he thought so fit to draw 
custom to the house. 

</p>
               <p>I then just hinted to him not to mention in the house 
his having seen such a person as me, for reasons I would 
explain to him more at leisure.  And then, for fear of 
miscarrying, by being seen together, I tore myself from 
him with a bleeding heart, and stole up softly to my room, 
where I found Phoebe still fast asleep, and hurrying off my 
few cloaths, lay down by her, with a mixture of joy and 
anxiety that may be easier conceived than express'd. 

</p>
               <p>The risks of Mrs. Brown's discovering my purpose, of 
disappointments, misery, ruin, all vanish'd before this newkindl'd 
flame.  The seeing, the touching, the being, if but 
for a night, with this idol of my fond virgin-heart, appeared 
to me a happiness above the purchase of my liberty or life. 
He might use me ill, let him! he was the master; happy, too 
happy, even to receive death at so dear a hand. 

</p>
               <p>To this purpose were the reflections of the whole day, 
of which every minute seem'd to me a little eternity.  How 
often did I visit the clock! nay, was tempted to advance 
the tedious hand, as if that would have advanc'd the time 
with it!  Had those of the house made the least observations 
on me, they must have remark'd something extraordinary from 
the discomposure I could not help betraying; especially when 
at dinner mention was made of the charmingest youth having 
been there, and stay'd breakfast.  "Oh! he was such a beauty! 
. . . I should have died for him! . . . they would pull caps 
for him! . . ." and the like fooleries, which, however, was 
throwing oil on a fire I was sorely put to it to smother the 
blaze of. 

</p>
               <p>The fluctuations of my mind, the whole day, produc'd 
one good effect: which was, that, through mere fatigue, I 
slept tolerably well till five in the morning, when I got up, 
and having dress'd myself, waited, under the double tortures 
of fear and impatience, for the appointed hour.  It came at 
last, the dear, critical, dangerous hour came; and now, supported 
only by the courage love lent me, I ventured, a tiptoe, 
down-stairs, leaving my box behind, for fear of being 
surpriz'd with it in going out. 

</p>
               <p>I got to the street-door, the key whereof was always 
laid on the chair by our bed-side, in trust with Phoebe, who 
having not the least suspicion of my entertaining any design 
to go from them (nor indeed had I but the day before), made 
no reserve or concealment of it from me.  I open'd the door 
with great ease; love, that embolden'd, protected me too: 
and now, got safe into the street, I saw my new guardianangel 
waiting at a coach-door, ready open.  How I got to him 
I know not: I suppose I flew; but I was in the coach in a 
trice, and he by the side of me, with his arms clasp'd round 
me, and giving me the kiss of welcome.  The coachman had his 
orders, and drove to them. 

</p>
               <p>My eyes were instantly fill'd with tears, but tears of 
the most delicious delight; to find myself in the arms of 
that beauteous youth was a rapture that my little heart swam 
in.  Past or future were equally out of the question with 
me.  The present was as much as all my powers of life were 
sufficient to bear the transport of, without fainting.  Nor 
were the most tender embraces, the most soothing expressions 
wanting on his side, to assure me of his love, and of never 
giving me cause to repent the bold step I had taken, in 
throwing myself thus entirely upon his honour and generosity. 
But, alas! this was no merit in me, for I was drove to it by 
a passion too impetuous for me to resist, and I did what I 
did because I could not help it. 

</p>
               <p>In an instant, for time was now annihilated with me, we 
landed at a public house in Chelsea, hosipitably commodious 
for the reception of duet-parties of pleasure, where a breakfast 
of chocolate was prepared for us. 

</p>
               <p>An old jolly stager, who kept it, and understood life 
perfectly well, breakfasted with us, and leering archly at 
me, gave us both joy, and said we were well paired, i' faith! 
that a great many gentlemen and ladies used his house, but he 
had never seen a handsomer couple . . . he was sure I was a 
fresh piece . . . I look'd so country, so innocent! well my 
spouse was a lucky man! . . . all which common landlord's 
cant not only pleas'd and sooth'd me, but help'd to divert 
my confusion at being with my new sovereign, whom, now the 
minute approach'd, I began to fear to be alone with: a 
timidity which true love had a greater share in than even 
maiden bashfulness. 

</p>
               <p>I wish'd, I doted, I could have died for him; and yet, 
I know not how, or why, I dreaded the point which had been 
the object of my fiercest wishes; my pulses beat fears, 
amidst a flush of the warmest desires.  This struggle of the 
passions, however, this conflict betwixt modesty and lovesick 
longings, made me burst again into tears; which he took, 
as he had done before, only for the remains of concern and 
emotion at the suddenness of my change of condition, in committing 
myself to his care; and, in consequence of that idea, 
did and said all that he thought would most comfort and reinspirit 
me. 

</p>
               <p>After breakfast, Charles (the dear familiar name I must 
take the liberty henceforward to distinguish my Adonis by), 
with a smile full of meaning, took me gently by the hand, and 
said:  "Come, my dear, I will show you a room that commands a 
fine prospect over some gardens"; and without waiting for an 
answer, in which he relieved me extremely, he led me up into 
a chamber, airy and light-some, where all seeing of prospects 
was out of the question, except that of a bed, which had all 
the air of having recommended the room to him. 

</p>
               <p>Charles had just slipp'd the bolt of the door, and running, 
caught me in his arms, and lifting me from the ground, 
with his lips glew'd to mine, bore me, trembling, panting, 
dying, with soft fears and tender wishes, to the bed; where 
his impatience would not suffer him to undress me, more than 
just unpinning my handkerchief and gown, and unlacing my 
stays. 

</p>
               <p>My bosom was now bare, and rising in the warmest throbs, 
presented to his sight and feeling the firm hard swell of a 
pair of young breasts, such as may be imagin'd of a girl not 
sixteen, fresh out of the country, and never before handled; 
but even their pride, whiteness, fashion, pleasing resistance 
to the touch, could not bribe his restless hands from roving; 
but giving them the loose, my petticoats and shift were soon 
taken up, and their stronger center of attraction laid open 
to their tender invasion.  My fears, however, made me mechanically 
close my thighs; but the very touch of his hand insinuated 
between them, disclosed them and opened a way for the 
main attack. 

</p>
               <p>In the mean time, I lay fairly exposed to the examination 
of his eyes and hands, quiet and unresisting; which 
confirm'd him the opinion he proceeded so cavalierly upon, 
that I was no novice in these matters, since he had taken 
me out of a common bawdy-house, nor had I said one thing to 
prepossess him of my virginity; and if I had, he would 
sooner have believ'd that I took him for a cully that would 
swallow such an improbability, than that I was still mistress 
of that darling treasure, that hidden mine, so eagerly 
sought after by the men, and which they never dig for, but 
to destroy. 

</p>
               <p>Being now too high wound up to bear a delay, he unbutton'd, 
and drawing out the engine of love-assaults, drove 
it currently, as at a ready-made breach . . . Then! then! 
for the first time, did I feel that stiff horn-hard gristle, 
battering against the tender part; but imagine to yourself 
his surprize when he found, after several vigorous pushes 
which hurt me extremely, that he made not the least impression. 

</p>
               <p>I complain'd but tenderly complain'd that I could not 
bear it . . . indeed he hurt me! . . . Still he thought no 
more than that being so young, the largeness of his machine 
(for few men could dispute size with him) made all the dificulty; 
and that possible I had not been enjoy'd by any so 
advantageously made in that part as himself: for still, 
that my virgin flower was yet uncrop'd, never enter'd into 
his head, and he would have thought it idling with time and 
words to have question'd me upon it. 

</p>
               <p>He tries again, still no admittance, still no penetration; 
but he had hurt me yet more, whilst my extreme love 
made me bear extreme pain, almost without a groan.  At 
length, after repeated fruitless trials, he lay down panting 
by me, kiss'd my falling tears, and asked me tenderly what 
was the meaning of so much complaining? and if I had not 
borne it better from others than I did from him? I answered, 
with a simplicity fram'd to persuade, that he was the first 
man that ever serv'd me so.  Truth is powerful, and it is 
not always that we do not believe what we eagerly wish. 

</p>
            </div>
            <div>
               <head>Part 3</head>
               <p>Charles, already dispos'd by the evidence of his senses 
to think my pretences to virginity not entirely apocryphal, 
smothers me with kisses, begs me, in the name of love, to 
have a little patience, and that he will be as tender of 
hurting me as he would be of himself. 

</p>
               <p>Alas! it was enough I knew his pleasure to submit joyfully 
to him, whatever pain I foresaw it would cost me. 

</p>
               <p>He now resumes his attempts in more form: first, he put 
one of the pillows under me, to give the blank of his aim a 
more favourable elevation, and another under my head, in 
ease of it; then spreading my thighs, and placing himself 
standing between them, made them rest upon his hips; applying 
then the point of his machine to the slit, into which he 
sought entrance: it was so small, he could scarce assure 
himself of its being rightly pointed.  He looks, he feels, 
and satisfies himself: the driving forward with fury, its 
prodigious stiffness, thus impacted, wedgelike, breaks the 
union of those parts, and gain'd him just the insertion of 
the tip of it, lip-deep; which being sensible of, he improved 
his advantage, and following well his stroke, in a 
straight line, forcibly deepens his penetration; but put me 
to such intolerable pain, from the separation of the sides 
of that soft passage by a hard thick body, I could have 
scream'd out; but, as I was unwilling to alarm the house, I 
held in my breath, and cramm'd my petticoat, which was 
turn'd up over my face, into my mouth, and bit it through 
in the agony.  At length, the tender texture of that tract 
giving way to such fierce tearing and rending, he pierc'd 
something further into me: and now, outrageous and no longer 
his own master, but borne headlong away by the fury and 
over-mettle of that member, now exerting itself with a kind 
of native rage, he breaks in, carries all before him, and 
one violent merciless lunge sent it, imbrew'd, and reeking 
with virgin blood, up to the very hilt in me . . . Then! 
then all my resolution deserted me: I scream'd out, and 
fainted away with the sharpness of the pain; and, as he told 
me afterwards, on his drawing out, when emission was over 
with him, my thighs were instantly all in a stream of blood 
that flow'd from the wounded torn passage. 

</p>
               <p>When I recover'd my senses, I found myself undress'd, 
and a-bed, in the arms of the sweet relenting murderer of my 
virginity, who hung mourning tenderly over me, and holding 
in his hand a cordial, which, coming from the still dear 
author of so much pain, I could not refuse; my eyes, however, 
moisten'd with tears, and languishingly turn'd upon him, 
seemed to reproach him with his cruelty, and ask him if such 
were the rewards of love.  But Charles, to whom I was now 
infinitely endear'd by this complete triumph over a maidenhead, 
where he so little expected to find one, in tenderness 
to that pain which he had put me to, in procuring himself 
the height of pleasure, smother'd his exultation, and employ'd 
himself with so much sweetness, so much warmth, to 
sooth, to caress, and comfort me in my soft complainings, 
which breath'd, indeed, more love than resentment, that I 
presently drown'd all sense of pain in the pleasure of seeing 
him, of thinking that I belong'd to him: he who was now the 
absolute disposer of my happiness, and, in one word, my fate. 

</p>
               <p>The sore was, however, too tender, the wound too bleeding 
fresh, for Charles's good-nature to put my patience presently 
to another trial; but as I could not stir, or walk 
across the room, he order'd the dinner to be brought to the 
bed-side, where it could not be otherwise than my getting 
down the wing of a fowl, and two or three glasses of wine, 
since it was my ador'd youth who both serv'd, and urged them 
on me, with that sweet irresistible authority with which love 
had invested him over me. 

</p>
               <p>After dinner, and as everything but the wine was taken 
away, Charles very impudently asks a leave, he might read the 
grant of in my eyes, to come to bed to me, and accordingly 
falls to undressing; which I could not see the progress of 
without strange emotions of fear and pleasure. 

</p>
               <p>He is now in bed with me the first time, and in broad 
day; but when thrusting up his own shirt and my shift, he 
laid his naked glowing body to mine . . . oh! insupportable 
delight! oh! superhuman rapture! what pain could stand before 
a pleasure so transporting?  I felt no more the smart 
of my wounds below; but, curling round him like the tendril 
of a vine, as if I fear'd any part of him should be untouch'd 
or unpress'd by me, I return'd his strenuous embraces 
and kisses with a fervour and gust only known to true 
love, and which mere lust could never rise to. 

</p>
               <p>Yes, even at this time, when all the tyranny of the 
passions is fully over and my veins roll no longer but a 
cold tranquil stream, the remembrance of those passages 
that most affected me in my youth, still cheers and refreshes 
me.  Let me proceed then.  My beauteous youth was 
now glew'd to me in all the folds and twists that we could 
make our bodies meet in; when, no longer able to rein in the 
fierceness of refresh'd desires, he gives his steed the head 
and gently insinuating his thighs between mine, stopping my 
mouth with kisses of humid fire, makes a fresh irruption, 
and renewing his thrusts, pierces, tears, and forces his way 
up the torn tender folds that yielded him admission with a 
smart little less severe that when the breach was first made. 
I stifled, however, my cries, and bore him with the passive 
fortitude of a heroine; soon his thrusts, more and more furious, 
cheeks flush'd with a deeper scarlet, his eyes turn'd 
up in the fervent fit, some dying sighs, and an agonizing 
shudder, announced the approaches of that extatic pleasure, 
I was yet in too much pain to come in for my share of it. 

</p>
               <p>Nor was it till after a few enjoyments had numb'd and 
blunted the sense of the smart, and given me to feel the 
titillating inspersion of balsamic sweets, drew from me the 
delicious return, and brought down all my passion, that I 
arrived at excess of pleasure through excess of pain.  But, 
when successive engagements had broke and inur'd me, I began 
to enter into the true unallay'd relish of that pleasure of 
pleasures, when the warm gush darts through all the ravish'd 
inwards; what floods of bliss! what melting transports! what 
agonies of delight! too fierce, too mighty for nature to 
sustain; well has she therefore, no doubt, provided the relief 
of a delicious momentary dissolution, the approaches of 
which are intimated by a dear delirium, a sweet thrill on the 
point of emitting those liquid sweets, in which enjoyment 
itself is drown'd, when one gives the languishing stretch-out, 
and dies at the discharge. 

</p>
               <p>How often, when the rage and tumult of my senses had 
subsided after the melting flow, have I, in a tender meditation 
ask'd myself coolly the question, if it was in nature 
for any of its creatures to be so happy as I was?  Or, what 
were all fears of the consequence, put in the scale of one 
night's enjoyment of any thing so transcendently the taste 
of my eyes and heart, as that delicious, fond, matchless 
youth? 

</p>
               <p>Thus we spent the whole afternoon till supper time in 
a continued circle of love delights, kissing, turtle-billing, 
toying, and all the rest of the feast.  At length, supper 
was serv'd in, before which Charles had, for I do not know 
what reason, slipt his cloaths on; and sitting down by the 
bed-side, we made table and table-cloth of the bed and sheets, 
whilst he suffer'd nobody to attend or serve but himself.  He 
ate with a very good appetite, and seem'd charm'd to see me 
eat.  For my part, I was so enchanted with my fortune, so 
transported with the comparison of the delights I now swam 
in, with the insipidity of all my past scenes of life, that 
I thought them sufficiently cheap at even the price of my 
ruin, or the risk of their not lasting.  The present possession 
was all my little head could find room for. 

</p>
               <p>We lay together that night, when, after playing repeated 
prizes of pleasure, nature, overspent and satisfy'd, 
gave us up to the arms of sleep: those of my dear youth encircled 
me, the consciousness of which made even that sleep 
more delicious. 

</p>
               <p>Late in the morning I wak'd first; and observing my 
lover slept profoundly, softly disengag'd myself from his 
arms, scarcely daring to breathe for fear of shortening his 
repose; my cap, my hair, my shift, were all in disorder from 
the rufflings I had undergone; and I took this opportunity 
to adjust and set them as well as I could: whilst, every now 
and then, looking at the sleeping youth with inconceivable 
fondness and delight, and reflecting on all the pain he had 
put me to, tacitly own'd that the pleasure had overpaid me 
for my sufferings. 

</p>
               <p>It was then broad day.  I was sitting up in the bed, 
the cloaths of which were all tossed, or rolled off, by the 
unquietness of our motions, from the sultry heat of the 
weather; nor could I refuse myself a pleasure that solicited 
me so irresistibly, as this fair occasion of feasting my 
sight with all those treasures of youthful beauty I had enjoy'd, 
and which lay now almost entirely naked, his shirt 
being truss'd up in a perfect wisp, which the warmth of the 
room and season made me easy about the consequence of.  I 
hung over him enamour'd indeed! and devoured all his naked 
charms with only two eyes, when I could have wish'd them at 
least a hundred, for the fuller enjoyment of the gaze. 

</p>
               <p>Oh! could I paint his figure as I see it now, still 
present to my transported imagination! a whole length of an 
allperfect, manly beauty in full view.  Think of a face 
without a fault, glowing with all the opening bloom and 
vernal freshness of an age in which beauty is of either sex, 
and which the first down over his upper lip scarce began to 
distinguish. 

</p>
               <p>The parting of the double ruby pout of his lips seem'd 
to exhale an air sweeter and purer than what it drew in: ah! 
what violence did it not cost me to refrain the so tempted 
kiss! 

</p>
               <p>Then a neck exquisitely turn'd, grac'd behind and on 
the sides with his hair, playing freely in natural ringlets, 
connected his head to a body of the most perfect form, and 
of the most vigorous contexture, in which all the strength 
of manhood was conceal'd and soften'd to appearance by the 
delicacy of his complexion, the smoothness of his skin, and 
the plumpness of his flesh. 

</p>
               <p>The platform of his snow-white bosom, that was laid out 
in a manly proportion, presented, on the vermilion summit of 
each pap, the idea of a rose about to blow. 

</p>
               <p>Nor did his shirt hinder me from observing that symmetry 
of his limbs, that exactness of shape, in the fall of it towards 
the loins, where the waist ends and the rounding swell 
of the hips commences; where the skin, sleek, smooth, and 
dazzling white, burnishes on the stretch over firm, plump, 
ripe flesh, that crimp'd and ran into dimples at the least 
pressure, or that the touch could not rest upon, but slid 
over as on the surface of the most polished ivory. 

</p>
               <p>His thighs, finely fashioned, and with a florid glossy 
roundness, gradually tapering away to the knees, seem'd 
pillars worthy to support that beauteous frame; at the 
bottom of which I could not, without some remains of terror, 
some tender emotions too, fix my eyes on that terrible machine, 
which had, not long before, with such fury broke into, 
torn, and almost ruin'd those soft, tender parts of mine 
that had not yet done smarting with the effects of its rage; 
but behold it now! crest fall'n, reclining its half-capt 
vermilion head over one of his thighs, quiet, pliant, and to 
all appearance incapable of the mischiefs and cruelty it had 
committed.  Then the beautiful growth of the hair, in short 
and soft curls round its root, its whiteness, branch'd veins, 
the supple softness of the shaft, as it lay foreshort'd, 
roll'd and shrunk up into a squab thickness, languid, and 
borne up from between his thighs by its globular appendage, 
that wondrous treasure-bag of nature's sweets, which, 
rivell'd round, and purs'd up in the only wrinkles that are 
known to please, perfected the prospect, and all together 
formed the most interesting moving picture in nature, and 
surely infinitely superior to those nudities furnish'd by 
the painters, statuaries, or any art, which are purchas'd 
at immense prices; whilst the sight of them in actual life 
is scarce sovereignly tasted by any but the few whom nature 
has endowed with a fire of imagination, warmly pointed by a 
truth of judgment to the spring-head, the originals of 
beauty, of nature's unequall'd composition, above all the 
imitation of art, or the reach of wealth to pay their price. 

</p>
               <p>But every thing must have an end.  A motion made by 
this angelic youth, in the listlessness of going off sleep, 
replac'd his shirt and the bed-cloaths in a posture that 
shut up that treasure from longer view. 

</p>
               <p>I lay down then, and carrying my hands to that part of 
me in which the objects just seen had begun to raise a 
mutiny that prevail'd over the smart of them, my fingers now 
open'd themselves an easy passage; but long I had not time 
to consider the wide difference there, between the maid and 
the now finish'd woman, before Charles wak'd, and turning 
towards me, kindly enquir'd how I had rested? and, scarce 
giving me time to answer, imprinted on my lips one of his 
burning rapture-kisses, which darted a flame to my heart, 
that from thence radiated to every part of me; and presently, 
as if he had proudly meant revenge for the survey I had 
smuggled of all his naked beauties, he spurns off the bedcloaths, 
and trussing up my shift as high as it would go, 
took his turn to feast his eyes on all the gifts nature had 
bestow'd on my person; his busy hands, too, rang'd intemperately 
over every part of me.  The delicious austerity and 
hardness of my yet unripe budding breasts, the whiteness 
and firmness of my flesh, the freshness and regularity of my 
features, the harmony of my limbs, all seem'd to confirm him 
in his satisfaction with his bargain; but when curious to 
explore the havoc he had made in the centre of his overfierce 
attack, he not only directed his hands there, but 
with a pillow put under, placed me favourably for his wanton 
purpose of inspection.  Then, who can express the fire his 
eyes glisten'd, his hands glow'd with! whilst sighs of pleasure, 
and tender broken exclamations, were all the praises 
he could utter.  By this time his machine, stiffly risen at 
me, gave me to see it in its highest state and bravery.  He 
feels it himself, seems pleas'd at its condition, and, smiling 
loves and graces, seizes one of my hands, and carries 
it, with a gentle compulsion, to his pride of nature, and 
its richest masterpiece. 

</p>
               <p>I, struggling faintly, could not help feeling what I 
could not grasp, a column of the whitest ivory, beautifully 
streak'd with blue veins, and carrying, fully uncapt, a 
head of the liveliest vermilion: no horn could be harder or 
stiffer; yet no velvet more smooth or delicious to the touch. 
Presently he guided my hand lower, to that part in which 
nature and pleasure keep their stores in concert, so aptly 
fasten'd and hung on to the root of their first instrument 
and minister, that not improperly he might be styl'd their 
purse-bearer too: there he made me feel distinctly, through 
their soft cover, the contents, a pair of roundish balls, 
that seem'd to play within, and elude all pressure but the 
tenderest, from without. 

</p>
               <p>But now this visit of my soft warm hand in those so 
sensible parts had put every thing into such ungovernable 
fury that, disdaining all further preluding, and taking advantage 
of my commodious posture, he made the storm fall 
where I scarce patiently expected, and where he was sure to 
lay it: presently, then, I felt the stiff insertion between 
the yielding, divided lips of the wound, now open for life; 
where the narrowness no longer put me to intolerable pain, 
and afforded my lover no more difficulty than what heighten'd 
his pleasure, in the strict embrace of that tender, 
warm sheath, round the instrument it was so delicately adjusted 
to, and which, now cased home, so gorged me with 
pleasure that it perfectly suffocated me and took away my 
breath; then the killing thrusts! the unnumber'd kisses! 
every one of which was a joy inexpressible; and that joy 
lost in a crowd of yet greater blisses!  But this was a 
disorder too violent in nature to last long: the vessels, 
so stirr'd and intensely heated, soon boil'd over, and for 
that time put out the fire; meanwhile all this dalliance 
and disport had so far consum'd the morning, that it became 
a kind of necessity to lay breakfast and dinner into one. 

</p>
               <p>In our calmer intervals Charles gave the following 
account of himself, every word of which was true.  He was 
the only son of a father who, having a small post in the 
revenue, rather over-liv'd his income, and had given this 
young gentleman a very slender education: no profession had 
he bred him up to, but design'd to provide for him in the 
army, by purchasing him an ensign's commission, that is to 
say, provided he could raise the money, or procure it by 
interest, either of which clauses was rather to be wish'd 
than hoped for by him.  On no better a plan, however, had 
this improvident father suffer'd this youth, a youth of 
great promise, to run up to the age of manhood, or near it 
at least, in next to idleness; and had, besides, taken no 
sort of pains to give him even the common premonitions 
against the vices of the town, and the dangers of all sorts, 
which wait the unexperienc'd and unwary in it.  He liv'd at 
home, and at discretion, with his father, who himself kept a 
mistress; and for the rest, provided Charles did not ask him 
for money, he was indolently kind to him: he might lie out 
when he pleas'd; any excuse would serve, and even his reprimands 
were so slight that they carried with them rather an 
air of connivance at the fault than any serious control or 
constraint.  But, to supply his calls for money, Charles, 
whose mother was dead, had, by her side, a grandmother who 
doted upon him.  She had a considerable annuity to live on, 
and very regularly parted with every shilling she could spare 
to this darling of hers, to the no little heart-burn of his 
father; who was vex'd, not that she by this means fed his 
son's extravagance, but that she preferr'd Charles to himself; 
and we shall too soon see what a fatal turn such a 
mercenary jealousy could operate in the breast of a father. 

</p>
               <p>Charles was, however, by the means of his grandmother's 
lavish fondness, very sufficiently enabled to keep 
a mistress so easily contented as my love made me; and my 
good fortune, for such I must ever call it, threw me in his 
way, in the manner above related, just as he was on the 
look-out for one. 

</p>
               <p>As to temper, the even sweetness of it made him seem 
born for domestic happiness: tender, naturally polite, and 
gentle-manner'd; it could never be his fault if ever jars 
or animosities ruffled a calm he was so qualified in every 
way to maintain or restore.  Without those great or shining 
qualities that constitute a genius, or are fit to make a 
noise in the world, he had all those humble ones that compose 
the softer social merit: plain common sense, set off 
with every grace of modesty and good nature, made him, if 
not admir'd, what is much happier, universally belov'd and 
esteem'd.  But, as nothing but the beauties of his person 
had at first attracted my regard and fix'd my passion, 
neither was I then a judge of that internal merit, which I 
had afterward full occasion to discover, and which perhaps, 
in that season of giddiness and levity, would have touch'd 
my heart very little, had it been lodg'd in a person less 
the delight of my eyes and idol of my senses.  But to return 
to our situation. 

</p>
               <p>After dinner, which we ate a-bed in a most voluptuous 
disorder, Charles got up, and taking a passionate leave of 
me for a few hours, he went to town where, concerting matters 
with a young sharp lawyer, they went together to my 
late venerable mistress's, from whence I had, but the day 
before, made my elopement, and with whom he was determin'd 
to settle accounts in a manner that should cut off all after 
reckonings from that quarter. 

</p>
               <p>Accordingly they went; but on the way, the Templar, 
his friend, on thinking over Charles's information, saw 
reason to give their visit another turn, and, instead of 
offering satisfaction, to demand it. 

</p>
               <p>On being let in, the girls of the house flock'd round 
Charles, whom they knew, and from the earliness of my 
escape, and their perfect ignorance of his ever having so 
much as seen me, not having the least suspicion of his 
being accessory to my flight, they were, in their way, 
making up to him; and as to his companion, they took him 
probably for a fresh cully.  But the Templar soon check'd 
their forwardness, by enquiring for the old lady, with whom, 
he said, with a grave judge-like countenance, that he had 
some business to settle. 

</p>
               <p>Madam was immediately sent down for, and the ladies 
being desir'd to clear the room, the lawyer ask'd her, 
severely, if she did know, or had not decoy'd, under pretence 
of hiring as a servant, a young girl, just come out 
of the country, called FRANCES or FANNY HILL, describing 
me withal as particularly as he could from Charles's description. 

</p>
               <p>It is peculiar to vice to tremble at the enquiries of 
justice; and Mrs. Brown, whose conscience was not entirely 
clear upon my account, as knowing as she was of the town, 
as hackney's as she was in bluffing through all the dangers 
of her vocation, could not help being alarm'd at the question, 
especially when he went on to talk of a Justice of 
peace, Newgate, the Old Bailey, indictments for keeping a 
disorderly house, pillory, carting, and the whole process 
of that nature.  She, who, it is likely, imagin'd I had 
lodg'd an information against her house, look'd extremely 
blank, and began to make a thousand protestations and 
excuses.  However, to abridge, they brought away triumphantly 
my box of things, which, had she not been under an 
awe, she might have disputed with them; and not only that; 
but a clearance and discharge of any demands on the house, 
at the expense of no more than a bowl of arrack-punch, the 
treat of which, together with the choice of the house conveniences, 
was offer'd and not accepted.  Charles all the 
time acted the chance-companion of the lawyer, who had 
brought him there, as he knew the house, and appear'd in 
no wise interested in the issue; but he had the collateral 
pleasure of hearing all that I had told him verified, so 
far as the bawd's fears would give her leave to enter into 
my history, which, if one may guess by the composition she 
so readily came into, were not small. 

</p>
               <p>Phoebe, my kind tutoress Phoebe, was at that time gone 
out, perhaps in search of me, or their cook'd-up story had 
not, it is probable, pass'd so smoothly. 

</p>
               <p>This negotiation had, however, taken up some time, 
which would have appear'd much longer to me, left as I was, 
in a strange house, if the landlady, a motherly sort of a 
woman, to whom Charles had liberally recommended me, had 
not come up and borne me company.  We drank tea, and her 
chat help'd to pass away the time very agreeably, since he 
was our theme; but as the evening deepened, and the hour 
set for his return was elaps'd, I could not dispel the 
gloom of impatience and tender fears which gathered upon 
me, and which our timid sex are apt to feel in proportion 
to their love. 

</p>
               <p>Long, however, I did not suffer: the sight of him 
over-paid me; and the soft reproach I had prepar'd for him 
expired before it reach'd my lips. 

</p>
               <p>I was still a-bed, yet unable to use my legs otherwise 
than awkwardly, and Charles flew to me, catched me in his 
arms, rais'd and extending mine to meet his dear embrace, 
and gives me an account, interrupted by many a sweet parenthesis 
of kisses, of the success of his measures. 

</p>
               <p>I could not help laughing at the fright the old woman 
had been put into, which my ignorance, and indeed my want 
of innocence, had far from prepar'd me for bespeaking.  She 
had, it seems, apprehended that I fled for shelter to some 
relation I had recollected in town, on my dislike of their 
ways and proceeding towards me, and that this application 
came from thence; for, as Charles had rightly judg'd not 
one neighbour had, at that still hour, seen the circumstance 
of my escape into the coach, or, at least, notic'd 
him; neither had any in the house the least hint or clue of 
suspicion of my having spoke to him, much less of my having 
clapt up such a sudden bargain with a perfect stranger: 
thus the greatest improbability is not always what we 
should most mistrust. 

</p>
               <p>We supped with all the gaiety of two young giddy creatures 
at the top of their desires; and as I had most joyfully 
given up to Charles the whole charge of my future 
happiness, I thought of nothing beyond the exquisite pleasure 
of possessing him. 

</p>
               <p>He came to bed in due time; and this second night, 
the pain being pretty well over, I tasted, in full draughts, 
all the transports of perfect enjoyment: I swam, I bathed in 
bliss, till both fell fast asleep, through the natural consequences 
of satisfied desires, and appeas'd flames; nor did 
we wake but to renew'd raptures. 

</p>
               <p>Thus, making the most of love and life, did we stay in 
this lodging in Chelsea about ten days; in which time Charles 
took care to give his excursions from home a favourable gloss, 
and to keep his footing with his fond indulgent grandmother, 
from whom he drew constant and sufficient supplies for the 
charge I was to him, and which was very trifling, in comparision 
with his former less regular course of pleasures. 

</p>
               <p>Charles remov'd me then to a private ready furnish'd 
lodging in D . . . street, St. James's, where he paid half 
a guinea a week for two rooms and a closet on the second 
floor, which he had been some time looking out for, and was 
more convenient for the frequency of his visits than where 
he had at first plac'd me, in a house which I cannot say but 
I left with regret, as it was infinitely endear'd to me by 
the first possession of my Charles, and the circumstance of 
losing, there, that jewel which can never be twice lost. 
The landlord, however, had no reason to complain of any 
thing, but of a procedure in Charles too liberal not to make 
him regret the loss of us. 

</p>
               <p>Arrived at our new lodgings, I remember I thought them 
extremely fine, though ordinary enough, even at that price; 
but, had it been a dungeon that Charles had brought me to, 
his presence would have made it a little Versailles. 

</p>
               <p>The landlady, Mrs. Jones, waited on us to our apartment, 
and with great volubility of tongue explain'd to us 
all its conveniences—that her own maid should wait on us 
. . . that the best of quality had lodg'd at her house . . . 
that her first floor was let to a foreign secretary of an 
embassy, and his lady . . . that I looked like a very goodnatur'd 
lady. . . .  At the word lady, I blush'd out of 
flatter'd vanity: this was too strong for a girl of my condition; 
for though Charles had had the precaution of dressing 
me in a less tawdry flaunting style than were the cloaths I 
escap'd to him in, and of passing me for his wife, that he 
had secretly married, and kept private (the old story) on 
account of his friends, I dare swear this appear'd extremely 
apocryphal to a woman who knew the town so well as she did; 
but that was the least of her concern.  It was impossible to 
be less scruple-ridden than she was; and the advantage of 
letting her rooms being her sole object, the truth itself 
would have far from scandaliz'd her, or broke her bargain. 

</p>
               <p>A sketch of her picture, and personal history, will dispose 
you to account for the part she is to act in my concerns. 

</p>
               <p>She was about forty-six years old, tall, meagre, redhair'd, 
with one of those trivial ordinary faces you meet 
with everywhere, and go about unheeded and unmentioned.  In 
her youth she had been kept by a gentleman who, dying, left 
her forty pounds a year during her life, in consideration of 
a daughter he had by her; which daughter, at the age of 
seven-teen, she sold, for not a very considerable sum neither, 
to a gentleman who was going on Envoy abroad, and took 
his purchase with him, where he us'd her with the utmost 
tenderness, and it is thought, was secretly married to her: 
but had constantly made a point of her not keeping up the 
least correspondence with a mother base enough to make a 
market of her own flesh and blood.  However, as she had no 
nature, nor, indeed, any passion but that of money, this 
gave her no further uneasiness, than, as she thereby lost a 
handle of squeezing presents, or other after-advantages, out 
of the bargain.  Indifferent then, by nature of constitution, 
to every other pleasure but that of increasing the lump by 
any means whatever, she commenc'd a kind of private procuress, 
for which she was not amiss fitted, by her grave decent 
appearance, and sometimes did a job in the match-making way; 
in short, there was nothing that appear'd to her under the 
shape of gain that she would not have undertaken.  She knew 
most of the ways of the town, having not only herself been 
upon, but kept up constant intelligences in it, dealing, besides 
her practice in promoting a harmony between the two 
sexes, in private pawn-broking and other profitable secrets. 
She rented the house she liv'd in, and made the most of it 
by letting it out in lodgings; though she was worth, at 
least, near three or four thousand pounds, she would not 
allow herself even the necessaries of life, and pinn'd her 
subsistence entirely on what she could squeeze out of her 
lodgers. 

</p>
               <p>When she saw such a young pair come under her roof, 
her immediate notions, doubtless, were how she should make 
the most money of us, by every means that money might be 
made, and which, she rightly judged, our situation and 
inexperience would soon beget her occasions of. 

</p>
               <p>In this hopeful sanctuary, and under the clutches of 
this harpy, did we pitch our residence.  It will not be 
mighty material to you, or very pleasant to me, to enter 
into a detail of all the petty cut-throat ways and means 
with which she used to fleece us; all which Charles indolently 
chose to bear with, rather than take the trouble of 
removing, the difference of expense being scarce attended 
to by a young gentleman who had no idea of stint, or even 
of economy, and a raw country girl who knew nothing of the 
matter. 

</p>
               <p>Here, however, under the wings of my sovereignly 
belov'd, did I flow the most delicious hours of my life; 
my Charles I had, and, in him, everything my fond heart 
could wish or desire.  He carried me to plays, operas, 
masquerades, and every diversion of the town; all of which 
pleas'd me indeed, but pleas'd me infinitely the more for 
his being with me, and explaining everything to me, and 
enjoying, perhaps, the natural impressions of surprize and 
admiration, which such sights, at the first, never fail to 
excite in a country girl, new to the delights of them; but 
to me, they sensibly prov'd the power and full dominion of 
the sole passion of my heart over me, a passion in which 
soul and body were concentre'd, and left me no room for any 
other relish of life but love. 

</p>
               <p>As to the men I saw at those places, or at any other, 
they suffer'd so much in the comparison my eyes made of 
them with my all-perfect Adonis, that I had not the infidelity 
even of one wandering thought to reproach myself with 
upon his account.  He was the universe to me, and all that 
was not him was nothing to me. 

</p>
               <p>My love, in fine, was so excessive, that it arriv'd at 
annihilating every suggestion or kindling spark of jealousy; 
for, one idea only tending that way, gave me such exquisite 
torment that my self-love, and dread of worse than death, 
made me for ever renounce and defy it: nor had I, indeed, 
occasion; for, were I to enter here on the recital of several 
instances wherein Charles sacrific'd to me women of 
greater importance than I dare hint (which, considering his 
form, was no such wonder), I might, indeed, give you full 
proof of his unshaken constancy to me; but would not you 
accuse me of warming up again a feast that my vanity ought 
long ago to have been satisfy'd with? 

</p>
               <p>In our cessations from active pleasure, Charles fram'd 
himself one, in instructing me, as far as his own lights 
reach'd, in a great many points of life that I was, in consequence 
of my no-education, perfectly ignorant of: nor did 
I suffer one word to fall in vain from the mouth of my lovely 
teacher:  I hung on every syllable he utter'd, and receiv'd 
as oracles, all he said; whilst kisses were all the 
interruption I could not refuse myself the pleasure of admitting, 
from lips that breath'd more than Arabian sweetness. 

</p>
               <p>I was in a little time enabled, by the progress I had 
made, to prove the deep regard I had paid to all that he 
had said to me: repeating it to him almost word for word; 
and to shew that I was not entirely the parrot, but that I 
reflected upon, that I enter'd into it, I join'd my own 
comments, and ask'd him questions of explanation. 

</p>
               <p>My country accent, and the rusticity of my gait, manners, 
and deportment, began now sensibly to wear off, so 
quick was my observation, and so efficacious my desire of 
growing every day worthier of his heart. 

</p>
               <p>As to money, though he brought me constantly all he 
receiv'd, it was with difficulty he even got me to give it 
room in my bureau; and what clothes I had, he could prevail 
on me to accept of on no other foot than that of pleasing 
him by the greater neatness in my dress, beyond which I had 
no ambition.  I could have made a pleasure of the greatest 
toil, and worked my fingers to the bone, with joy, to have 
supported him: guess, then, if I could harbour any idea of 
being burdensome to him, and this disinterested turn in me 
was so unaffected, so much the dictate of my heart, that 
Charles could not but feel it: and if he did not love me as 
I did him (which was the constant and only matter of sweet 
contention between us), he manag'd so, at least, as to give 
me the satisfaction of believing it impossible for man to 
be more tender, more true, more faithful than he was. 

</p>
               <p>Our landlady, Mrs. Jones, came frequently up to my 
apartment, from whence I never stirr'd on any pretext without 
Charles; nor was it long before she worm'd out, without 
much art, the secret of our having cheated the church of a 
ceremony, and, in course, of the terms we liv'd together 
upon; a circumstance which far from displeas'd her, considering 
the designs she had upon me, and which, alas! she 
will, too soon, have room to carry into execution.  But in 
the mean time, her own experience of life let her see that 
any attempt, however indirect or disguis'd to divert or 
break, at least presently, so strong a cement of hearts as 
ours was, could only end in losing two lodgers, of whom 
she made very competent advantages, if either of us came 
to smoke her commission; for a commission she had from one 
of her customers, either to debauch, or get me away from 
my keeper at any rate. 

</p>
               <p>But the barbarity of my fate soon sav'd her the task 
of disuniting us.  I had now been eleven months with this 
life of my life, which had passed in one continu'd rapid 
stream of delight: but nothing so violent was ever made to 
last.  I was about three months gone with child by him, a 
circumstance which would have added to his tenderness had 
he ever left me room to believe it could receive an addition, 
when the mortal, the unexpected blow of separation 
fell upon us.  I shall gallop post over the particulars, 
which I shudder yet to think of, and cannot to this instant 
reconcile myself how, or by what means, I could out-live it. 

</p>
               <p>Two life-long days had I linger'd through without 
hearing from him, I who breath'd, who existed but in him, 
and had never yet seen twenty-four hours pass without seeing 
or hearing from him.  The third day my impatience was so 
strong, my alarms had been so severe, that I perfectly 
sicken'd with them; and being unable to support the shock 
longer, I sunk upon the bed and ringing for Mrs. Jones, who 
had far from comforted me under my anxieties, she came up. 
I had scarce breath and spirit enough to find words to beg 
of her, if she would save my life, to fall upon some means 
of finding out, instantly, what was become of its only prop 
and comfort.  She pity'd me in a way that rather sharpen'd 
my affliction than suspended it, and went out upon this 
commission. 

</p>
               <p>Far she had not to go: Charles's father lived but at 
an easy distance, in one of the streets that run into Covent 
Garden.  There she went into a publick house, and from 
thence sent for a maid-servant, whose name I had given her, 
as the properest to inform her. 

</p>
               <p>The maid readily came, and as readily, when Mrs. Jones 
enquir'd of her what was become of Mr. Charles, or whether 
he was gone out of town, acquainted her with the disposal of 
her master's son, which, the very day after, was no secret 
to the servants.  Such sure measures had he taken, for the 
most cruel punishment of his child for having more interest 
with his grandmother than he had, though he made use of a 
pretense, plausible enough, to get rid of him in this secret 
and abrupt manner, for fear her fondness should have interpos'd 
a bar to his leaving England, and proceeding on a 
voyage he had concerted for him; which pretext was, that it 
was indispensably necessary to secure a considerable inheritance 
that devolv'd to him by the death of a rich merchant 
(his own brother) at one of the factories in the South-Seas, 
of which he had lately receiv'd advice, together with a copy 
of the will. 

</p>
               <p>In consequence of which resolution to send away his son, 
he had, unknown to him, made the necessary preparations for 
fitting him out, struck a bargain with the captain of a ship, 
whose punctual execution of his orders he had secured, by his 
interest with his principal owner and patron; and, in short, 
concerted his measures so secretly and effectually that whilst 
his son thought he was going down the river for a few hours, 
he was stopt on board of a ship, debar'd from writing, and 
more strictly watch'd than a State criminal. 

</p>
               <p>Thus was the idol of my soul torn from me, and forc'd on 
a long voyage, without taking of one friend, or receiving one 
line of comfort, except a dry explanation and instructions, 
from his father, how to proceed when he should arrive at his 
destin'd port, enclosing, withal, some letters of recommendation 
to a factor there: all these particulars I did not learn 
minutely till some time after. 

</p>
               <p>The maid, at the same time, added that she was sure this 
usage of her sweet young master would be the death of his 
grand-mama, as indeed it prov'd true; for the old lady, on 
hearing it, did not survive the news a whole month; and as 
her fortune consisted in an annuity, out of which she had 
laid up no reserves, she left nothing worth mentioning to her 
so fatally envied darling, but absolutely refus'd to see his 
father before she died. 

</p>
               <p>When Mrs. Jones return'd and I observ'd her looks, they 
seem'd so unconcern'd, and even near to pleas'd, that I half 
flatter'd myself she was going to set my tortur'd heart at 
ease by bringing me good news; but this, indeed, was a cruel 
delusion of hope: the barbarian, with all the coolness imaginable, 
stab'd me to the heart, in telling me, succinctly, 
that he was sent away at least on a four years' voyage (here 
she stretch'd maliciously), and that I could not expect, in 
reason, ever to see him again: and all this with such prenant 
circumstances that I could not help giving them credit, 
as in general they were, indeed, too true! 

</p>
               <p>She had hardly finish'd her report before I fainted 
away and after several successive fits, all the while wild 
and senseless, I miscarried of the dear pledge of my 
Charles's love: but the wretched never die when it is 
fittest they should die, and women are hard-liv'd to a 
proverb. 

</p>
               <p>The cruel and interested care taken to recover me sav'd 
an odious life: which, instead of the happiness and joys it 
had overflow'd in, all of a sudden presented no view before 
me of any thing but the depth of misery, horror, and the 
sharpest affliction. 

</p>
               <p>Thus I lay six weeks, in the struggles of youth and 
constitution, against the friendly efforts of death, which I 
constantly invoked to my relief and deliverance, but which 
proving too weak for my wish, I recovered at length, tho' 
into a state of stupefaction and despair that threatened me 
with the loss of my senses, and a mad-house. 

</p>
               <p>Time, however, that great comforter in ordinary, began 
to assuage the violence of my sufferings, and to numb my 
feeling of them.  My health return'd to me, though I still 
retain'd an air of grief, dejection, and languor, which 
taking off the ruddiness of my country complexion, render'd 
it rather more delicate and affecting. 

</p>
               <p>The landlady had all this while officiously provided, 
and taken care that I wanted for nothing: and as soon as she 
saw me retriev'd into a condition of answering her purpose, 
one day, after we had dined together, she congratulated me 
on my recovery, the merit of which she took entirely to herself, 
and all this by way of introduction to a most terrible 
and scurvy epilogue:  "You are now," says she,  "Miss Fanny, 
tolerably well, and you are very welcome to stay in the lodgings 
as long as you please; you see I have ask'd you for 
nothing this long time, but truly I have a call to make up a 
sum of money, which must be answer'd."  And, with that, presents 
me with a bill of arrears for rent, diet, apothecary's 
charges, nurse, etc., sum total twenty-three pounds, seventeen 
and six-pence: towards discharging of which, I had not 
in the world (which she well knew) more than seven guineas, 
left by chance, of my dear Charles's common stock with me. 
At the same time, she desir'd me to tell her what course I 
would take for payment.  I burst out into a flood of tears 
and told her my condition; adding that I would sell what few 
cloaths I had, and that, for the rest, I would pay her as 
soon as possible.  But my distress, being favourable to her 
views, only stiffen'd her the more. 

</p>
               <p>She told me, very coolly, that "she was indeed sorry for 
my misfortunes, but that she must do herself justice, though 
it would go to the very heart of her to send such a tender 
young creature to prison . . ."  At the word "prison!" every 
drop of my blood chill'd, and my fright acted so strongly 
upon me, that, turning as pale and faint as a criminal at 
the first sight of his place of execution, I was on the 
point of swooning.  My landlady, who wanted only to terrify 
me to a certain point, and not to throw me into a state of 
body inconsistent with her designs upon it, began to soothe 
me again, and told me, in a tone compos'd to more pity and 
gentleness, that it would be my own fault, if she was forc'd 
to proceed to such extremities; but she believ'd there was 
a friend to be found in the world who would make up matters 
to both our satisfactions, and that she would bring him to 
drink tea with us that very afternoon, when she hoped we 
would come to a right understanding in our affairs.  To all 
this, not a word of answer; I sat mute, confounded, terrify'd. 

</p>
               <p>Mrs. Jones however, judging rightly that it was time to 
strike while the impressions were so strong upon me, left me 
to my self and to all the terrors of an imagination, wounded 
to death by the idea of going to a prison, and, from a principle 
of self-preservation, snatching at every glimpse of 
redemption from it. 

</p>
               <p>In this situation I sat near half an hour, swallow'd up 
in grief and despair, when my landlady came in, and observing 
a death-like dejection in my countenance and still in 
pursuance of her plan, put on a false pity, and bidding me 
be of a good heart:  Things, she said, would not be so bad 
as I imagined if I would be but my own friend; and closed 
with telling me she had brought a very honourable gentleman 
to drink tea with me, who would give me the best advice how 
to get rid of all my troubles.  Upon which, without waiting 
for a reply, she goes out, and returns with this very honourable 
gentleman, whose very honourable procuress she had 
been, on this as well as other occasions. 

</p>
               <p>The gentleman, on his entering the room, made me a very 
civil bow, which I had scarce strength, or presence of mind 
enough to return a curtsy to; when the landlady, taking upon 
her to do all the honours of the first interview (for I had 
never, that I remember'd, seen the gentleman before), sets a 
chair for him, and another for herself.  All this while not 
a word on either side; a stupid stare was all the face I 
could put on this strange visit. 

</p>
               <p>The tea was made, and the landlady, unwilling, I suppose, 
to lose any time, observing my silence and shyness 
before this entire stranger:  "Come, Miss Fanny," says she, 
in a coarse familiar style, and tone of authority, "hold up 
your head, child, and do not let sorrow spoil that pretty 
face of yours.  What! sorrows are only for a time; come, be 
free, here is a worthy gentleman who has heard of your misfortunes 
and is willing to serve you; you must be better 
acquainted with him; do not you now stand upon your punctilio's, 
and this and that, but make your market while you may." 

</p>
               <p>At this so delicate and eloquent harangue, the gentleman, 
who saw I look'd frighted and amaz'd, and indeed, incapable 
of answering, took her up for breaking things in so 
abrupt a manner, as rather to shock than incline me to an 
acceptance of the good he intended me; then, addressing 
himself to me, told me he was perfectly acquainted with my 
whole story and every circumstance of my distress, which he 
own'd was a cruel plunge for one of my youth and beauty to 
fall into; that he had long taken a liking to my person, 
for which he appeal'd to Mrs. Jones, there present, but 
finding me so absolutely engag'd to another, he had lost all 
hopes of succeeding till he had heard the sudden reverse of 
fortune that had happen'd to me, on which he had given particular 
orders to my landlady to see that I should want for 
nothing; and that, had he not been forc'd abroad to The 
Hague, on affairs he could not refuse himself to, he would 
himself have attended me during my sickness; that on his 
return, which was but the day before, he had, on learning 
my recovery, desir'd my landlady's good offices to introduce 
him to me, and was as angry, at least, as I was shock'd, at 
the manner in which she had conducted herself towards obtaining 
him that happiness; but, that to shew me how much he 
disown'd her procedure, and how far he was from taking any 
ungenerous advantage of my situation, and from exacting any 
security for my gratitude, he would before my face, that 
instant, discharge my debt entirely to my landlady and give 
me her receipt in full; after which I should be at liberty 
either to reject or grant his suit, as he was much above 
putting any force upon my inclinations. 

</p>
               <p>Whilst he was exposing his sentiments to me, I ventur'd 
just to look up to him, and observed his figure, which was 
that of a very sightly gentleman, well made, about forty, 
drest in a suit of plain cloaths, with a large diamond ring 
on one of his fingers, the lustre of which play'd in my eyes 
as he wav'd his hand in talking, and rais'd my notions of his 
importance.  In short, he might pass for what is commonly 
call'd a comely black man, with an air of distinction natural 
to his birth and condition. 

</p>
               <p>To all his speeches, however, I answer'd only in tears 
that flow'd plentifully to my relief, and choking up my 
voice, excus'd me from speaking, very luckily, for I should 
not have known what to say. 

</p>
               <p>The sight, however, mov'd him, as he afterwards told me, 
irresistibly, and by way of giving me some reason to be less 
powerfully afflicted, he drew out his purse, and calling for 
pen and ink, which the landlady was prepar'd for, paid her 
every farthing of her demand, independent of a liberal gratification 
which was to follow unknown to me; and taking a 
receipt in full, very tenderly forc'd me to secure it, by 
guiding my hand, which he had thrust it into, so as to make 
me passively put it into my pocket. 

</p>
               <p>Still I continued in a state of stupidity, or melancholy 
despair, as my spirits could not yet recover from the 
violent shocks they had receiv'd; and the accommodating 
landlady had actually left the room, and me alone with this 
strange gentleman, before I observ'd it, and then I observ'd 
it without alarm, for I was now lifeless and indifferent to 
everything. 

</p>
               <p>The gentleman, however, no novice in affairs of this 
sort, drew near me; and under the pretence of comforting me, 
first with his handkerchief dried my tears as they ran down 
my cheeks: presently he ventur'd to kiss me: on my part, 
neither resistance nor compliance.  I sat stock-still; and 
now looking on myself as bought by the payment that had been 
transacted before me, I did not care what became of my 
wretched body: and, wanting life, spirits, or courage to 
oppose the least struggle, even that of the modesty of my 
sex, I suffer'd, tamely, whatever the gentleman pleased; who 
proceeding insensibly from freedom to freedom, insinuated 
his hand between my handkerchief and bosom, which he handled 
at discretion: finding thus no repulse, and that every thing 
favour'd, beyond expectation, the completion of his desires, 
he took me in his arms, and bore me, without life or motion, 
to the bed, on which laying me gently down, and having me at 
what advantage he pleas'd, I did not so much as know what he 
was about, till recovering from a trance of lifeless insensibility, 
I found him buried in me, whilst I lay passive and 
innocent of the least sensation of pleasure: a death-cold 
corpse could scarce have less life or sense in it.  As soon 
as he had thus pacified a passion which had too little respected 
the condition I was in, he got off, and after recomposing 
the disorder of my cloaths, employ'd himself with 
the utmost tenderness to calm the transports of remorse and 
madness at myself with which I was seized, too late, I confess, 
for having suffer'd on that bed the embraces of an 
utter stranger.  I tore my hair, wrung my hands, and beat 
my breast like a mad-woman.  But when my new master, for in 
that light I then view'd him, applied himself to appease me, 
as my whole rage was levell'd at myself, no part of which I 
thought myself permitted to aim at him, I begged of him, 
with more submission than anger, to leave me alone that I 
might, at least, enjoy my affliction in quiet.  This he 
positively refused, for fear, as he pretended, I should do 
myself a mischief. 

</p>
               <p>Violent passions seldom last long, and those of women 
least of any.  A dead still calm succeeded this storm, which 
ended in a profuse shower of tears. 

</p>
               <p>Had any one, but a few instants before, told me that I 
should have ever known any man but Charles, I would have 
spit in his face; or had I been offer'd infinitely a greater 
sum of money than that I saw paid for me, I had spurn'd the 
proposal in cold blood.  But our virtues and our vices 
depend too much on our circumstances; unexpectedly beset as 
I was, betray'd by a mind weakened by a long severe affliction, 
and stunn'd with the terrors of a jail, my defeat 
will appear the more excusable, since I certainly was not 
present at, or a party in any sense, to it.  However, as the 
first enjoyment is decisive, and he was now over the bar, I 
thought I had no longer a right to refuse the caresses of 
one that had got that advantage over me, no matter how obtain'd; 
conforming myself then to this maxim, I consider'd 
myself as so much in his power that I endur'd his kisses and 
embraces without affecting struggles or anger; not that they, 
as yet, gave me any pleasure, or prevail'd over the aversion 
of my soul to give myself up to any sensation of that sort; 
what I suffer'd, I suffer'd out of a kind of gratitude, and 
as a matter of course after what had pass'd. 

</p>
               <p>He was, however, so regardful as not to attempt the renewal 
of those extremities which had thrown me, just before, 
into such violent agitations; but, now secure of possession, 
contented himself with bringing me to temper by degrees, and 
waiting at the hand of time for those fruits of generosity 
and courtship which he since often reproach'd himself with 
having gather'd much too green, when, yielding to the invitations 
of my inability to resist him, and overborne by 
desires, he had wreak'd his passion on a mere lifeless, 
spiritless body dead to all purposes of joy, since, taking 
none, it ought to be suppos'd incapable of giving any.  This 
is, however, certain; my heart never thoroughly forgave him 
the manner in which I had fallen to him, although, in point 
of interest, I had reason to be pleas'd that he found, in my 
person, wherewithal to keep him from leaving me as easily as 
he had gained me. 

</p>
               <p>The evening was, in the mean time, so far advanc'd, that 
the maid came in to lay the cloth for supper, when I understood, 
with joy, that my landlady, whose sight was present 
poison to me, was not to be with us. 

</p>
               <p>Presently a neat and elegant supper was introduc'd, and 
a bottle of Burgundy, with the other necessaries, were set on 
a dumb-waiter. 

</p>
               <p>The maid quitting the room, the gentleman insisted, with 
a tender warmth, that I should sit up in the elbow chair by 
the fire, and see him eat if I could not be prevailed on to 
eat myself.  I obey'd with a heart full of affliction, at the 
comparison it made between those delicious tete-a-tetes with 
my ever dear youth, and this forc'd situation, this new 
awkward scene, impos'd and obtruded on me by cruel necessity. 

</p>
               <p>At supper, after a great many arguments used to comfort 
and reconcile me to my fate, he told me that his name was 
H . . . , brother to the Earl of L . . . and that having, by 
the suggestions of my landlady, been led to see me, he had 
found me perfectly to his taste and given her a commission 
to procure me at any rate, and that he had at length succeeded, 
as much to his satisfaction as he passionately 
wished it might be to mine; adding, withal, some flattering 
assurances that I should have no cause to repent my knowledge 
of him. 

</p>
               <p>I had now got down at most half a partridge, and three 
or four glasses of wine, which he compelled me to drink by 
way of restoring nature; but whether there was anything extraordinary 
put into the wine, or whether there wanted no 
more to revive the natural warmth of my constitution and 
give fire to the old train, I began no longer to look with 
that constraint, not to say disgust, on Mr. H . . ., which 
I had hitherto done; but, withal, there was not the least 
grain of love mix'd with this softening of my sentiments: 
any other man would have been just the same to me as Mr. 
H . . ., that stood in the same circumstances and had done 
for me, and with me, what he had done. 

</p>
               <p>There are not, on earth at least, eternal griefs; mine 
were, if not at an end, at least suspended: my heart, which 
had been so long overloaded with anguish and vexation, began 
to dilate and open to the least gleam of diversion or amusement. 
I wept a little, and my tears reliev'd me; I sigh'd, 
and my sighs seem'd to lighten me of a load that oppress'd 
me; my countenance grew, if not cheerful, at least more 
compos'd and free. 

</p>
               <p>Mr. H . . ., who had watched, perhaps brought on this 
change, knew too well not to seize it; he thrust the table 
imperceptibly from between us, and bringing his chair to 
face me, he soon began, after preparing me by all the endearments 
of assurances and protestations, to lay hold of 
my hands, to kiss me, and once more to make free with my 
bosom, which, being at full liberty from the disorder of a 
loose dishabille, now panted and throbb'd, less with indignation 
than with fear and bashfulness at being used so 
familiarly by still a stranger.  But he soon gave me 
greater occasion to exclaim, by stooping down and slipping 
his hand above my garters: thence he strove to regain the 
pass, which he had before found so open, and unguarded: but 
not he could not unlock the twist of my thighs; I gently 
complained, and begg'd him to let me alone; told him I was 
now well.  However, as he saw there was more form and ceremony 
in my resistance than good earnest, he made his conditions 
for desisting from pursuing his point that I should 
be put instantly to bed, whilst he gave certain orders to 
the landlady, and that he would return in an hour, when he 
hoped to find me more recondil'd to his passion for me 
than I seem'd at present.  I neither assented nor deny'd, 
but my air and manner of receiving this proposal gave him 
to see that I did not think myself enough my own mistress 
to refuse it. 

</p>
               <p>Accordingly he went out and left me, when, a minute or 
two after, before I could recover myself into any composure 
for thinking, the maid came in with her mistress's service, 
and a small silver porringer of what she called a bridal 
posset, and desir'd me to eat it as I went to bed, which 
consequently I did, and felt immediately a heat, a fire run 
like a hue-and-cry thro' every part of my body; I burnt, 
I glow'd, and wanted even little of wishing for any man. 

</p>
               <p>The maid, as soon as I was lain down, took the candle 
away, and wishing me a good night, went out of the room 
and shut the door after her. 

</p>
               <p>She had hardly time to get down-stairs before Mr. H . 
. . open'd my room-door softly, and came in, now undress'd 
in his night-gown and cap, with two lighted wax candles, 
and bolting the door, gave me, tho' I expected him, some 
sort of alarm.  He came a tip-toe to the bed-side, and 
said with a gentle whisper:  "Pray, my dear, do not be 
startled . . . I will be very tender and kind to you."  He 
then hurry'd off his cloaths, and leap'd into bed, having 
given me openings enough, whilst he was stripping, to observe 
his brawny structure, strong-made limbs, and rough 
shaggy breast. 

</p>
               <p>The bed shook again when it receiv'd this new load. 
He lay on the outside, where he kept the candles burning, 
no doubt for the satisfaction of ev'ry sense; for as soon 
as he had kiss'd me, he rolled down the bed-cloaths, and 
seemed transported with the view of all my person at full 
length, which he cover'd with a profusion of kisses, sparing 
no part of me.  Then, being on his knees between my 
legs, he drew up his shirt and bared all his hairy thighs, 
and stiff staring truncheon, red-topt and rooted into a 
thicket of curls, which covered his belly to the navel and 
gave it the air of a flesh brush; and soon I felt it joining 
close to mine, when he had drove the nail up to the 
head, and left no partition but the intermediate hair on 
both sides. 

</p>
            </div>
            <div>
               <head>Part 4</head>
               <p>I had it now, I felt it now, and, beginning to drive, 
he soon gave nature such a powerful summons down to her 
favourite quarters, that she could no longer refuse repairing 
thither; all my animal spirits then rush'd mechanically 
to that center of attraction, and presently, inly warmed, 
and stirr'd as I was beyond bearing, I lost all restraint, 
and yielding to the force of the emotion, gave down, as 
mere woman, those effusions of pleasure, which, in the 
strictness of still faithful love, I could have wished to 
have held up. 

</p>
               <p>Yet oh! what an immense difference did I feel between 
this impression of a pleasure merely animal, and struck out 
of the collision of the sexes by a passive bodily effect, 
from that sweet fury, that rage of active delight which 
crowns the enjoyments of a mutual love-passion, where two 
hearts, tenderly and truly united, club to exalt the joy, 
and give it a spirit and soul that bids defiance to that 
end which mere momentary desires generally terminate in, 
when they die of a surfeit of satisfaction! 

</p>
               <p>Mr. H . . ., whom no distinctions of that sort seemed 
to disturb, scarce gave himself or me breathing time from 
the last encounter, but, as if he had task'd himself to 
prove that the appearances of his vigour were not signs 
hung out in vain, in a few minutes he was in a condition 
for renewing the onset; to which, preluding with a storm 
of kisses, he drove the same course as before, with 
unabated fervour; and thus, in repeated engagements, kept 
me constantly in exercise till dawn of morning; in all 
which time he made me fully sensible of the virtues of his 
firm texture of limbs, his square shoulders, broad chest, 
compact hard muscles, in short a system of namliness that 
might pass for no bad image of our ancient sturdy barons, 
when they wielded the battle-ax: whose race is now so 
thoroughly refin'd and frittered away into the more delicate 
and modern-built frame of our pap-nerv'd softlings, 
who are as pale, as pretty, and almost as masculine as 
their sisters. 

</p>
               <p>Mr. H . . ., content, however, with having the day 
break upon his triumphs, delivered me up to the refreshment 
of a rest we both wanted, and we soon dropped into a 
profound sleep. 

</p>
               <p>Tho' he was some time awake before me, yet did he not 
offer to disturb a repose he had given me so much occasion 
for; but on my first stirring, which was not till past ten 
o'clock, I was oblig'd to endure one more trial of his 
manhood. 

</p>
               <p>About eleven, in came Mrs. Jones, with two basins of 
the richest soup, which her experience in these matters had 
mov'd her to prepare.  I pass over the fulsome compliments, 
the cant of the decent procuress, with which she saluted us 
both; but tho' my blood rose at the sight of her, I supprest 
my emotions, and gave all my concern to reflections on what 
would be the consequence of this new engagement. 

</p>
               <p>But Mr. H . . ., who penetrated my uneasiness, did not 
long suffer me to languish under it.  He acquainted me that, 
having taken a solid sincere affection to me, he would begin 
by giving me one leading mark of it by removing me out of a 
house which must, for many reasons, be irksome and disagreeable 
to me, into convenient lodgings, where he would take 
all imaginable care of me; and desiring me not to have any 
explanations with my landlady, or be impatient till he returned, 
he dress'd and went out, having left me a purse 
with two and twenty guineas in it, being all he had about 
him, as he expresst it, to keep my pocket till further supplies. 

</p>
               <p>As soon as he was gone, I felt the usual consequence 
of the first launch into vice (for my love-attachment to 
Charles never appear'd to me in that light).  I was instantly 
borne away down the stream, without making back to the 
shore.  My dreadful necessities, my gratitude, and above 
all, to say the plain truth, the dissipation and diversion 
I began to find, in this new acquaintance, from the black 
corroding thoughts my heart had been a prey to ever since 
the absence of my dear Charles, concurr'd to stun all contrary 
reflections.  If I now thought of my first, my only 
charmer, it was still with the tenderness and regret of 
the fondest love, embitter'd with the consciousness that I 
was no longer worthy of him.  I could have begg'd my bread 
with him all over the world, but wretch that I was, I had 
neither the virtue nor courage requisite not to outlive my 
separation from him! 

</p>
               <p>Yet, had not my heart been thus pre-ingaged, Mr. H . 
. . might probably have been the sole master of it; but 
the place was full, and the force of conjunctures alone had 
made him the possessor of my person; the charms of which 
had, by the bye, been his sole object and passion, and 
were, of course, no foundation for a love either very delicate 
or very durable. 

</p>
               <p>He did not return till six in the evening to take me 
away to my new lodgings; and my moveables being soon pack'd, 
and convey'd into a hackney-coach, it cost me but little 
regret to take my leave of a landlady whom I thought I had 
so much reason not to be overpleas'd with; and as for her 
part, she made no other difference to my staying or going, 
but what that of the profit created. 

</p>
               <p>We soon got to the house appointed for me, which was 
that of a plain tradesman who, on the score of interest, 
was entirely at Mr. H . . .'s devotion, and who let him the 
first floor, very genteelly furnish'd, for two guineas a 
week, of which I was instated mistress, with a maid to 
attend me. 

</p>
               <p>He stayed with me that evening, and we had a supper 
from a neighbouring tavern, after which, and a gay glass 
or two, the maid put me to bed.  Mr. H . . . soon follow'd, 
and notwithstanding the fatigues of the preceding night, I 
found no quarter nor remission from him: he piqued himself, 
as he told me, on doing the honours of my new apartment. 

</p>
               <p>The morning being pretty well advanc'd, we got to 
breakfast; and the ice now broke, my heart, no longer engross'd 
by love, began to take ease, and to please itself 
with such trifles as Mr. H . . .'s liberal liking led him 
to make his court to the usual vanity of our sex.  Silks, 
laces, ear-rings, pearl-necklace, gold watch, in short, all 
the trinkets and articles of dress were lavishly heap'd 
upon me; the sense of which, if it did not create returns 
of love, forc'd a kind of grateful fondness something like 
love; a distinction it would be spoiling the pleasure of 
nine tenths of the keepers in the town to make, and is, I 
suppose, the very good reason why so few of them ever do 
make it. 

</p>
               <p>I was now establish'd the kept mistress in form, well 
lodg'd, with a very sufficient allowance, and lighted up 
with all the lustre of dress. 

</p>
               <p>Mr. H . . . continu'd kind and tender to me; yet, with 
all this, I was far from happy; for, besides my regret for 
my dear youth, which, though often suspended or diverted, 
still return'd upon me in certain melancholic, moments with 
redoubled violences, I wanted more society, more dissipation. 

</p>
               <p>As to Mr. H . . ., he was so much my superior in every 
sense, that I felt it too much to the disadvantage of the 
gratitude I ow'd him.  Thus he gain'd my esteem, though he 
could not raise my taste;  I was qualify'd for no sort of 
conversation with him except one sort, and that is a satisfaction 
which leaves tiresome intervals, if not fill'd up 
by love, or other amusements. 

</p>
               <p>Mr. H . . ., so experienc'd, so learned in the ways of 
women, numbers of whom had passed through his hands, doubtless 
soon perceiv'd this uneasiness, and without approving 
or liking me the better for it, had the complaisance to indulge 
me. 

</p>
               <p>He made suppers at my lodgings, where he brought several 
companions of his pleasures, with their mistresses; 
and by this means I got into a circle of acquaintance that 
soo strip'd me of all the remains of bashfulness and modesty 
which might be yet left of my country education, and were, 
to a just taste, perhaps the greatest of my charms. 

</p>
               <p>We visited one another in form, and mimic'd, as near 
as we could, all the miseries, the follies, and impertinences 
of the women of quality, in the round of which they 
trifle away their time, without its ever entering into their 
little heads that on earth there cannot subsist any thing 
more silly, more flat, more insipid and worthless, than, 
generally consider'd, their system of life is: they ought 
to treat the men as their tyrants, indeed! were they to 
condemn them to it. 

</p>
               <p>But tho', amongst the kept mistresses (and I was now 
acquainted with a good many, besides some useful matrons, 
who live by their connexions with them), I hardly knew one 
that did not perfectly detest her keeper, and, of course, 
made little or no scruple of any infidelity she could safely 
accomplish, I had still no notion of wronging mine; for, 
besides that no mark of jealousy on his side induced in me 
the desire or gave me the provocation to play him a trick 
of that sort, and that his constant generosity, politeness, 
and tender attentions to please me forc'd a regard to him, 
that without affecting my heart, insur'd him my fidelity, no 
object had yet presented that could overcome the habitual 
liking I had contracted for him; and I was on the eve of 
obtaining, from the movements of his own voluntary generosity, 
a modest provision for life, when an accident happen'd which 
broke all the measures he had resolv'd upon in my favor. 

</p>
               <p>I had now liv'd near seven months with Mr. H . . ., 
when one day returning to my lodgings from a visit in the 
neighbourhood, where I us'd to stay longer, I found the 
street door open, and the maid of the house standing at it, 
talking with some of her acquaintances, so that I came in 
without knocking; and, as I passed by, she told me Mr. H . 
. . was above.  I stept up-stairs into my own bed-chamber, 
with no other thought than of pulling off my hat, etc., and 
then to wait upon him in the dining room, into which my 
bed-chamber had a door, as is common enough.  Whilst I was 
untying my hat-strings, I fancied I heard my maid Hannah's 
voice and a sort of tussle, which raising my curiosity, I 
stole softly to the door, where a knot in the wood had been 
slipt out and afforded a very commanding peep-hole to the 
scene then in agitation, the actors of which had been too 
earnestly employ'd to hear my opening my own door, from the 
landing-place of the stairs, into my bed-chamber. 

</p>
               <p>The first sight that struck me was Mr. H . . . pulling 
and hauling this coarse country strammel towards a couch 
that stood in a corner of the dining room; to which the girl 
made only a sort of awkward boidening resistance, crying out 
so loud, that I, who listened at the door, could scarce hear 
her:  "Pray sir, don't . . . , let me alone . . . I am not 
for your turn . . . You cannot, sure, demean yourself with 
such a poor body as I . . . Lord!  Sir, my mistress may come 
home . . . I must not indeed . . . I will cry out . . ." 
All of which did not hinder her from insensibly suffering 
herself to be brought to the foot of the couch, upon which 
a push of no mighty violence serv'd to give her a very easy 
fall, and my gentleman having got up his hands to the 
strong-hold of her VIRTUE, she, no doubt, thought it was 
time to  give up the argument, and that all further defense 
would be in vain: and he, throwing her petticoats over 
her face, which was now as red as scarlet, discover'd a pair 
of stout, plump, substantial thighs, and tolerably white; he 
mounted them round his hips, and coming out with his drawn 
weapon, stuck it in the cloven spot, where he seem'd to find 
a less difficult entrance than perhaps he had flatter'd himself 
with (for, by the way, this blouze had left her place 
in the country, for a bastard), and, indeed, all his motions 
shew'd he was lodg'd pretty much at large.  After he had 
done, his DEAREE gets up, drops her petticoats down, and 
smooths her apron and handkerchief.  Mr. H . . . look'd a 
little silly, and taking out some money, gave it her, with 
an air indifferent enough, bidding her be a good girl, and 
say nothing. 

</p>
               <p>Had I lov'd this man, it was not in nature for me to 
have had patience to see the whole scene through: I should 
have broke in and play'd the jealous princess with a vengeance. 
But that was not the case, my pride alone was hurt, 
my heart not, and I could easier win upon myself to see how 
far he would go, till I had no uncertainty upon my conscience. 

</p>
               <p>The least delicate of all affairs of this sort being 
now over, I retir'd softly into my closet, where I began to 
consider what I should do.  My first scheme, naturally, was 
to rush in and upbraid them; this, indeed, flatter'd my 
present emotions and vexations, as it would have given immediate 
vent to them; but, on second thoughts, not being so 
clear as to the consequences to be apprehended from such a 
step, I began to doubt whether it was not better to dissemble 
my discovery till a safer season, when Mr. H . . . should 
have perfected the settlement he had made overtures to me of, 
and which I was not to think such a violent explanation, as 
I was indeed not equal to the management of, could possibly 
forward, and might destroy.  On the other hand, the provocation 
seem'd too gross, too flagrant, not to give me some 
thoughts of revenge; the very start of which idea restor'd 
me to perfect composure; and delighted as I was with the 
confus'd plan of it in my head, I was easily mistress enough 
of myself to support the part of ignorance I had prescrib'd 
to myself; and as all this circle of reflections was instantly 
over, I stole a tip-toe to the passage door, and 
opening it with a noise, pass'd for having that moment come 
home; and after a short pause, as if to pull off my things, 
I opened the door into the dining room, where I found the 
dowdy blowing the fire, and my faithful shepherd walking 
about the room and whistling, as cool and unconcern'd as if 
nothing had happened.  I think, however, he had not much to 
brag of having out-dissembled me: for I kept up, nobly, the 
character of our sex for art, and went up to him with the 
same air of frankness as I had ever receiv'd him.  He stayed 
but a little while, made some excuse for not being able to 
stay the evening with me, and went out. 

</p>
               <p>As for the wench, she was now spoil'd, at least for my 
servant; and scarce eight and forty hours were gone round, 
before her insolence, on what had pass'd between Mr. H . . . 
and her, gave me so fair an occasion to turn her away, at a 
minute's warning, that not to have done it would have been 
the wonder: so that he could neither disapprove it nor find 
in it the least reason to suspect my original motive.  What 
became of her afterwards, I know not; but generous as Mr. 
H . . . was, he undoubtedly made her amends: though, I dare 
answer, that he kept up no farther commerce with her of that 
sort; as his stooping to such a coarse morsel was only a 
sudden sally of lust, on seeing a wholesome-looking, buxom 
country-wench, and no more strange than hunger, or even a 
whimsical appetite's making a fling meal of neck-beef, for 
change of diet. 

</p>
               <p>Had I consider'd this escapade of Mr. H . . . in no 
more than that light and contented myself with turning away 
the wench, I had thought and acted right; but, flush'd as I 
was with imaginary wrongs, I should have held Mr. H . . . 
to have been cheaply off, if I had not push'd my revenge 
farther, and repaid him, as exactly as I could for the soul 
of me, in the same coin. 

</p>
               <p>Nor was this worthy act of justice long delay'd: I had 
it too much at heart.  Mr. H . . . had, about a fortnight 
before, taken into his service a tenant's son, just come out 
of the country, a very handsome young lad scarce turn'd of 
nineteen, fresh as a rose, well shap'd and clever limb'd: in 
short, a very good excuse for any woman's liking, even tho' 
revenge had been out of the question; any woman, I say, who 
was disprejudic'd, and had wit and spirit enough to prefer a 
point of pleasure to a point of pride. 

</p>
               <p>Mr. H . . . had clap'd a livery upon him; and his chief 
employ was, after being shewn my lodgings, to bring and 
carry letters or messages between his master and me; and as 
the situation of all kept ladies is not the fittest to 
inspire respect, even to the meanest of mankind, and, perhaps, 
less of it from the most ignorant, I could not help observing 
that this lad, who was, I suppose, acquainted with my relation 
to his master by his fellow-servants, used to eye me in that 
bashful confus'd way, more expressive, more moving and readier 
catch'd at by our sex, than any other declarations whatever: 
my figure had, it seems, struck him, and modest and innocent 
as he was, he did not himself know that the pleasure he took 
in looking at me was love, or desire; but his eyes, naturally 
wanton, and now enflam'd with passion, spoke a great deal 
more than he durst have imagin'd they did.  Hitherto, indeed, 
I had only taken notice of the comeliness of the youth, but 
without the least design: my pride alone would have guarded 
me from a thought that way, had not Mr. H . . .'s condescension 
with my maid, where there was not half the temptation in 
point of person, set me a dangerous example; but now I began 
to look on this stripling as every way a delicious instrument 
of my design'd retaliation upon Mr. H . . . of an obligation 
for which I should have made a conscience to die in his debt. 

</p>
               <p>In order then to pave the way for the accomplishment of 
my scheme, for two or three times that the young fellow came 
to me with messages, I manag'd so, as without affectation to 
have him admitted to my bed-side, or brought to me at my 
toilet, where I was dressing; and by carelessly shewing or 
letting him see, as if without meaning or design, sometimes 
my bosom rather more bare than it should be; sometimes my 
hair, of which I had a very fine head, in the natural flow 
of it while combing; sometimes a neat leg, that had unfortunately 
slipt its garter, which I made no scruple of tying 
before him, easily gave him the impressions favourable to 
my purpose, which I could perceive to sparkle in his eyes, 
and glow in his cheeks: then certain slight squeezes by the 
hand, as I took letters from him, did his business compleatly. 

</p>
               <p>When I saw him thus mov'd, and fired for my purpose, I 
inflam'd him yet more, by asking him several leading questions, 
such as had he a mistress? . . . was she prettier than 
me? . . . could he love such a one as I was? . . . and the 
like; to all which the blushing simpleton answer'd to my wish, 
in a strain of perfect nature, perfect undebauch'd innocence, 
but with all the awkwardness and simplicity of country-breeding. 

</p>
               <p>When I thought I had sufficiently ripen'd him for the 
laudable point I had in view, one day that I expected him 
at a particular hour, I took care to have the coast clear 
for the reception I design'd him; and, as I laid it, he 
came to the dining-room door, tapped at it, and, on my bidding 
him come in, he did so, and shut the door after him. 
I desir'd him, then, to bolt it on the inside, pretending 
it would not otherwise keep shut. 

</p>
               <p>I was then lying at length upon that very couch, the 
scene of Mr. H . . .'s polite joys, in an undress which 
was with all the art of negligence flowing loose, and in a 
most tempting disorder: no stay, no hoop . . . no incumbrance 
whatever.  On the other hand, he stood at a little 
distance, that gave me a full view of a fine featur'd, 
shapely, healthy country lad, breathing the sweets of fresh 
blooming youth; his hair, which was of a perfect shining 
black, play'd to his face in natural side-curls, and was set 
out with a smart tuck-up behind; new buckskin breeches, that, 
clipping close, shew'd the shape of a plump, well made thigh; 
white stockings, garter-lac'd livery, shoulder knot, altogether 
compos'd a figure in which the beauties of pure flesh 
and blood appeared under no disgrace form the lowness of a 
dress, to which a certain spruce neatness seems peculiarly 
fitted. 

</p>
               <p>I bid him come towards me and give me his letter, at 
the same time throwing down, carelessly, a book I had in my 
hands.  He colour'd, and came within reach of delivering me 
the letter, which he held out, awkwardly enough, for me to 
take, with his eyes riveted on my bosom, which was, through 
the design'd disorder of my handkerchief, sufficiently bare, 
and rather shaded than hid. 

</p>
               <p>I, smiling in his face, took the letter, and immediately 
catching gently hold of his shirt sleeve, drew him 
towards me, blushing, and almost trembling; for surely his 
extreme bashfulness, and utter inexperience, call'd for, at 
least, all the advances to encourage him: his body was now 
conveniently inclin'd towards me, and just softly chucking 
his smooth beardless chin, I asked him if he was afraid of 
a lady? . . ., and, with that took, and carrying his hand 
to my breasts, I prest it tenderly to them.  They were now 
finely furnish'd, and rais'd in flesh, so that, panting 
with desire, they rose and fell, in quick heaves, under his 
touch: at this, the boy's eyes began to lighten with all 
the fires of inflam'd nature, and his cheeks flush'd with a 
deep scarlet: tongue-tied with joy, rapture, and bashfulness, 
he could not speak, but then his looks, his emotion, 
sufficiently satisfy'd me that my train had taken, and that 
I had no disappointment to fear. 

</p>
               <p>My lips, which I threw in his way, so as that he could 
not escape kissing them, fix'd, fired, and embolden'd him: 
and now, glancing my eyes towards that part of his dress 
which cover'd the essential object of enjoyment, I plainly 
discover'd the swell and commotion there; and as I was now 
too far advanc'd to stop in so fair a way, and was indeed no 
longer able to contain myself, or wait the slower progress 
of his maiden bashfulness (for such it seem'd, and really 
was), I stole my hand upon his thighs, down one of which I 
could both see and feel a stiff hard body, confin'd by his 
breeches, that my fingers could discover no end to.  Curious 
then, and eager to unfold so alarming a mystery, playing, as 
it were, with his buttons, which were bursting ripe from the 
active force within, those of his waistband and fore-flap 
flew open at a touch, when out IT started; and now, disengag'd 
from the shirt, I saw, with wonder and surprise, 
what? not the play-thing of a boy, not the weapon of a man, 
but a maypole of so enormous a standard, that had proportions 
been observ'd, it must have belong'd to a young giant. 
Its prodigious size made me shrink again; yet I could not, 
without pleasure, behold, and even ventur'd to feel, such a 
length, such a breadth of animated ivory! perfectly well 
turn'd and fashion'd, the proud stiffness of which distended 
its skin, whose smooth polish and velvet softness might vie 
with that of the most delicate of our sex, and whose exquisite 
whiteness was not a little set off by a sprout of black 
curling hair round the root, through the jetty sprigs of 
which the fair skin shew'd as in a fine evening you may have 
remark'd the clear light ether throught the branchwork of 
distant trees over-topping the summit of a hill: then the 
broad and blueish-casted incarnate of the head, and blue 
serpentines of its veins, altogether compos'd the most 
striking assemblage of figure and colours in nature.  In 
short, it stood an object of terror and delight. 

</p>
               <p>But what was yet more surprising, the owner of this 
natural curiosity, through the want of occasions in the 
strictness of his home-breeding, and the little time he had 
been in town not having afforded him one, was hitherto an 
absolute stranger, in practice at least, to the use of all 
that manhood he was so nobly stock'd with; and it now fell 
to my lot ot stand his first trial of it, if I could resolve 
to run the risks of its disproportion to that tender part 
of me, which such an oversiz'd machine was very fit to lay 
in ruins. 

</p>
               <p>But it was now of the latest to deliberate; for, by 
this time, the young fellow, overheated with the present 
objects, and too high mettled to be longer curb'd in by 
that modesty and awe which had hitherto restrain'd him, 
ventur'd, under the stronger impulse and instructive promptership 
of nature alone, to slip his hands, trembling with 
eager impetuous desires, under my petticoats; and seeing, 
I suppose, nothing extremely severe in my looks to stop or 
dash him, he feels out, and seizes, gently, the center-spot 
of his ardours.  Oh then! the fiery touch of his fingers 
determines me, and my fears melting away before the glowing 
intolerable heat, my thighs disclose of themselves, and 
yield all liberty to his hand: and now, a favourable movement 
giving my petticoats a toss, the avenue lay too fair, 
too open to be miss'd.  He is now upon me:  I had placed 
myself with a jet under him, as commodious and open as 
possible to his attempts, which were untoward enough, for 
his machine, meeting with no inlet, bore and batter'd 
stiffly against me in random pushes, now above, now below, 
now beside his point; till, burning with impatience from 
its irritating touches, I guided gently, with my hand, 
this furious engine to where my young novice was now to be 
taught his first lesson of pleasure.  Thus he nick'd, at 
length, the warm and insufficient orifice; but he was made 
to find no breach impracticable, and mine, tho' so often 
enter'd, was still far from wide enough to take him easily 
in. 

</p>
               <p>By my direction, however, the head of his unwieldy 
machine was so critically pointed that, feeling him foreright 
against the tender opening, a favourable motion from 
me met his timely thrust, by which the lips of it, strenuously 
dilated, gave way to his thus assisted impetuosity, 
so that we might both feel that he had gain'd a lodgement. 
Pursuing then his point, he soon, by violent, and, to me, 
most painful piercing thrusts, wedges himself at length so 
far in, as to be now tolerably secure of his entrance: here 
he stuck, and I now felt such a mixture of pleasure and 
pain, as there is no giving a definition of.  I dreaded 
alike his splitting me farther up, or his withdrawing;  I 
could not bear either to keep or part with him.  The sense 
of pain however prevailing, from his prodigious size and 
stiffness, acting upon me in those continued rapid thrusts, 
with which he furiously pursu'd his penetration, made me 
cry out gently:  "Oh! my dear, you hurt me!"  This was 
enough to check the tender respectful boy even in his mid-career; 
and he immediately drew out the sweet cause of my 
complaint, whilst his eyes eloquently express'd, at once, 
his grief for hurting me, and his reluctance at dislodging 
from quarters of which the warmth and closeness had given 
him a gust of pleasure that he was now desire-mad to satisfy, 
and yet too much a novice not to be afraid of my withholding 
his relief, on account ot the pain he had put me to. 

</p>
               <p>But I was, myself, far from being pleas'd with his 
having too much regarded my tender exclaims; for now, more 
and more fired with the object before me, as it still stood 
with the fiercest erection, unbonnetted, and displaying its 
broad bermilion head, I first gave the youth a re-encouraging 
kiss, which he repaid me with a fervour that seem'd at 
once to thank me, and bribe my farther compliance; and soon 
replac'd myself in a posture to receive, at all risks, the 
renew'd invasion, which he did not delay an instant: for, 
being presently remounted, I once more felt the smooth hard 
gristle forcing an entrance, which he achiev'd rather easier 
than before.  Pain'd, however, as I was, with his efforts of 
gaining a complete admission, which he was so regardful as 
to manage by gentle degrees, I took care not to complain. 
In the meantime, the soft strait passage gradually loosens, 
yields, and, stretch'd to its utmost bearing, by the stiff, 
thick, indriven engine, sensible, at once, to the ravishing 
pleasure of the feel and the pain of the distension, let him 
in about half way, when all the most nervous activity he now 
exerted, to further his penetration, gain'd him not an inch 
of his purpose: for, whilst he hesitated there, the crisis 
of pleasure overtook him, and the close compressure of the 
warm surrounding fold drew from him the extatic gush, even 
before mine was ready to meet it, kept up by the pain I had 
endur'd in the course ot the engagement, from the insufferable 
size of his weapon, tho' it was not as yet in above 
half its length. 

</p>
               <p>I expected then, but without wishing it, that he would 
draw, but was pleasantly disappointed: for he was not to be 
let off so.  The well breath'd youth, hot-mettled, and 
flush with genial juices, was now fairly in for making me 
know my driver.  As soon, then, as he had made a short 
pause, waking, as it were, out of the trance of pleasure 
(in which every sense seem'd lost for a while, whilst, with 
his eyes shut, and short quick breathing, he had yielded 
down his maiden tribute), he still kept his post, yet unsated 
with enjoyment, and solacing in these so new delights; till 
his stiffness, which had scarce perceptibly remitted, being 
thoroughly recovered to him, who had not once unsheath'd, he 
proceeded afresh to cleave and open to himself an entire 
entry into me, which was not a little made easy to him by 
the balsamic injection with which he had just plentifully 
moisten'd the whole internals of the passage.  Redoubling, 
then, the active energy of his thrusts, favoured by the 
fervid appetite of my motions, the soft oiled wards can no 
longer stand so effectual a picklock, but yield, and open 
him an entrance.  And now, with conspiring nature, and my 
industry, strong to aid him, he pierces, penetrates, and at 
length, winning his way inch by inch, gets entirely in, and 
finally mighty thrust sheaths it up to the guard; on the information 
of which, from the close jointure of our bodies 
(insomuch that the hair on both sides perfectly interweav'd 
and incircl'd together), the eyes of the transported youth 
sparkl'd with more joyous fires, and all his looks and motions 
acknowledged excess of pleasure, which I now began to 
share, for I felt him in my very vitals!  I was quite sick 
with delight! stir'd beyond bearing with its furious agitations 
within me, and gorged and cramm'd, even to surfeit. 
Thus I lay gasping, panting under him, till his broken 
breathings, faltering accents, eyes twinkling with humid 
fires, lunges more furious, and an increased stiffness, 
gave me to hail the approaches of the second period: it came 
. . . and the sweet youth, overpower'd with the extasy, died 
away in my arms, melting in a flood that shot in genial 
warmth into the innermost recesses of my body; every conduit 
of which, dedicated to that pleasure, was on flow to mix with 
it.  Thus we continued for some instants, lost, breathless, 
senseless of every thing, and in every part but those favourite 
ones of nature, in which all that we enjoyed of life 
and sensation was now totally concentre'd. 

</p>
               <p>When our mutual trance was a little over, and the young 
fellow had withdrawn that delicious stretcher, with which he 
had most plentifully drowned all thoughts of revenge in the 
sense of actual pleasure, the widen'd wounded passage refunded 
a stream of pearly liquids, which flowed down my thighs, mixed 
with streaks of blood, the marks of the ravage of that montrous 
machine of his, which had now triumph'd over a kind of second 
maidenhead.  I stole, however, my handkerchief to those parts, 
and wip'd them as dry as I could, whilst he was re-adjusting 
and buttoning up. 

</p>
               <p>I made him now sit down by me, and as he had gather'd 
courage from such extreme intimacy, he gave me an aftercourse 
of pleasure, in a natural burst of tender gratitude 
and joy, at the new scenes of bliss I had opened to him: 
scenes positively new, as he had never before had the least 
acquaintance with that mysterious mark, the cloven stamp of 
female distinction, tho' nobody better qualify'd than he to 
penetrate into its deepest recesses, or do it nobler justice. 
But when, by certain motions, certain unquietnesses of his 
hands, that wandered not without design, I found he languish'd 
for satisfying a curiosity, natural enough, to view 
and handle those parts which attract and concentre the 
warmest force of imagination, charmed as I was to have any 
occasion of obliging and humouring his young desires, I 
suffer'd him to proceed as he pleased, without check or 
control, to the satisfaction of them. 

</p>
               <p>Easily, then, reading in my eyes the full permission of 
myself to all his wishes, he scarce pleased himself more 
than me when, having insinuated his hand under my petticoat 
and shift, he presently removed those bars to the sight by 
slyly lifting them upwards, under favour of a thousand 
kisses, which he thought, perhaps, necessary to divert my 
attention from what he was about.  All my drapery being now 
roll'd up to my waist, I threw myself into such a posture 
upon the couch, as gave up to him, in full view, the whole 
region of delight, and all the luxurious landscape round it. 
The transported youth devour'd every thing with his eyes, 
and try'd, with his fingers, to lay more open to his sight 
the secrets of that dark and delicious deep: he opens the 
folding lips, the softness of which, yielding entry to any 
thing of a hard body, close round it, and oppose the sight: 
and feeling further, meets with, and wonders at, a soft 
fleshy excrescence, which, limber and relaxed after the late 
enjoyment, now grew, under the touch and examination of his 
fiery fingers, more and more stiff and considerable, till 
the titillating ardours of that so sensible part made me 
sigh, as if he had hurt me; on which he withdrew his curious 
probing fingers, asking me pardon, as it were, in a kiss 
that rather increased the flame there. 

</p>
               <p>Novelty ever makes the strongest impressions, and in 
pleasures, especially; no wonder, then, that he was swallowed 
up in raptures of admiration of things so interesting by 
their nature, and now seen and handled for the first time. 
On my part, I was richly overpaid for the pleasure I gave 
him, in that of examining the power of those objects thus 
abandon'd to him, naked and free to his loosest wish, over 
the artless, natural stripling: his eyes streaming fire, his 
cheeks glowing with a florid red, his fervid frequent sighs, 
whilst his hands convulsively squeez'd, opened, pressed together 
again the lips and sides of that deep flesh wound, or 
gently twitched the overgrowing moss; and all proclaimed the 
excess, the riot of joys, in having his wantonness thus 
humour'd.  But he did not long abuse my patience, for the 
objects before him had now put him by all his, and, coming 
out with that formidable machine of his, he lets the fury 
loose, and pointing it directly to the pouting-lipt mouth, 
that bid him sweet defiance in dumb-shew, squeezes in the 
head, and, driving with refreshed rage, breaks in, and plugs 
up the whole passage of that soft pleasure-conduit, where 
he makes all shake again, and put, once more, all within me 
into such an uproar, as nothing could still but a fresh inundation 
from the very engine of those flames, as well as 
from all the springs with which nature floats that reservoir 
of joy, when risen to its flood-mark. 

</p>
               <p>I was now so bruised, so batter'd, so spent with this 
over-match, that I could hardly stir, or raise myself, but 
lay palpitating, till the ferment of my sense subsiding by 
degrees, and the hour striking at which I was oblig'd to 
dispatch my young man, I tenderly advised him of the necessity 
there was for parting; which I felt as much displeasure 
at as he could do, who seemed eagerly disposed to keep the 
field, and to enter on a fresh action.  But the danger was 
too great, and after some hearty kisses of leave, and recommendations 
of secrecy and discretion, I forc'd myself to 
send him away, not without assurances of seeing him again, 
to the same purpose, as soon as possible, and thrust a guinea 
into his hands: not more, lest, being too flush of money, a 
suspicion or discovery might arise from thence, having every 
thing to fear from the dangerous indiscretion of that age in 
which young fellows would be too irresistible, too charming, 
if we had not that terrible fault to guard against. 

</p>
               <p>Giddy and intoxicated as I was with such satiating 
draughts of pleasure, I still lay on the couch, supinely 
stretched out, in a delicious languor diffus'd over all my 
limbs, hugging myself for being thus revenged to my heart's 
content, and that in a manner so precisely alike, and on the 
identical spot in which I had received the supposed injury. 
No reflections on the consequences ever once perplex'd me, 
nor did I make myself one single reproach for having, by 
this step, completely entered myself of a profession more 
decry'd than disused.  I should have held it ingratitude to 
the pleasure I had received to have repented of it; and 
since I was now over the bar, I thought, by plunging over 
head and ears into the stream I was hurried away by, to 
drown all sense of shame or reflection. 

</p>
               <p>Whilst I was thus making these laudable dispositions, 
and whispering to myself a kind of tacit vow of incontinency, 
enters Mr. H . . .  The consciousness of what I had 
been doing deepen'd yet the glowing of my cheeks, flushed 
with the warmth of the late action, which, joined to the 
piquant air of my dishabille, drew from Mr. H . . . a compliment 
on my looks, which he was proceeding to back the 
sincerity of with proofs, and that with so brisk an action 
as made me tremble for fear of a discovery from the condition 
of those parts were left in from their late severe 
handling: the orifice dilated and inflamed, the lips swollen 
with their uncommon distension, the ringlets press down, 
crushed and uncurl'd with the over-flowing moisture that 
had wet every thing round it; in short, the different feel 
and state of things would hardly have passed upon one of Mr. 
H . . .'s nicety and experience unaccounted for but by the 
real cause.  But here the woman saved me: I pretended a 
violent disorder of my head, and a feverish heat, that indisposed 
me too much to receive his embraces.  He gave in to 
this, and good-naturedly desisted.  Soon after, an old lady 
coming in made a third, very a-propos for the confusion I 
was in, and Mr. H . . ., after bidding me take care of myself, 
and recommending me to my repose, left me much at ease 
and reliev'd by his absence. 

</p>
               <p>In the close of the evening, I took care to have prepar'd 
for me a warm bath of aromatick and sweet herbs; in 
which having fully laved and solaced myself, I came out 
voluptuously refresh'd in body and spirit. 

</p>
               <p>The next morning, waking pretty early, after a night's 
perfect rest and composure, it was not without some dread 
and uneasiness that I thought of what innovation that tender, 
soft system of mine might have sustained from the shock 
of a machine so sized for its destruction. 

</p>
               <p>Struck with this apprehension, I scarce dared to carry 
my hand thither, to inform myself of the state and posture 
of things. 

</p>
               <p>But I was soon agreeably cur'd of my fears. 

</p>
               <p>The silky hair that covered round the borders, now 
smooth'd and re-pruned, had resumed its wonted curl and 
trimness; the fleshy pouting lips that had stood the brunt 
of the engagement, were no longer swollen or moisture-drenched; 
and neither they, nor the passage into which they 
opened, that suffered so great a dilatation, betray'd any 
the least alteration, outward or inwardly, to the most 
curious research, notwithstanding also the laxity that 
naturally follows the warm bath. 

</p>
               <p>This continuation of that grateful stricture which is 
in us, to the men, the very jet of their pleasure, I ow'd, 
it seems, to a happy habit of body, juicy, plump and furnished 
towards the texture of those parts, with a fullness 
of soft springy flesh, that yielding sufficiently, as it 
does, to almost any distension soon recovers itself so as 
to retighten that strict compression of its mantlings and 
folds, which form the sides of the passage, wherewith it so 
tenderly embraces and closely clips any foreign body introduc'd 
into it, such as my exploring finger then was. 

</p>
               <p>Finding then every thing in due tone and order, I 
remember'd my fears, only to make a jest of them to myself. 
and now, palpably mistress of nay size of man, and triumphing 
in my double achievement of pleasure and revenge, I 
abandon'd myself entirely to the ideas of all the delight I 
had swam in.  I lay stretching out, glowingly alive all over, 
and tossing with burning impatience for the renewal of joys 
that had sinned but in a sweet excess; now did I loose my 
longing, for about ten in the morning, according to expectation, 
Will, my new humble sweetheart, came with a message 
from his master, Mr. H . . ., to know how I did.  I had taken 
care to send my maid on an errand into the city, that I was 
sure would take up time enough; and, from the people of the 
house, I had nothing to fear, as they were plain good sorts 
of folks, and wise enough to mind no more other people's 
business than they could well help. 

</p>
               <p>All dispositions then made, not forgetting that of 
lying in bed to receive him, when he was entered the door 
of my bed-chamber, a latch, that I governed by a wire, descended 
and secur'd it. 

</p>
               <p>I could not but observe that my young minion was as 
much spruced out as could be expected from one in his condition: 
a desire of pleasing that could not be indifferent 
to me, since it prov'd that I pleased him; which, I assure 
you, was now a point I was not above having in view. 

</p>
               <p>His hair trimly dressed, clean linen, and, above all, 
a hale, ruddy, wholesome country look, made him out as 
pretty a piece of woman's meat as you could see, and I 
should have thought nay one much out of taste that could 
not have made a hearty meal of such a morsel as nature 
seemed to have  design'd for the highest diet of pleasure. 

</p>
            </div>
            <div>
               <head>Part 5</head>
               <p>And why should I here suppress the delight I received 
from this amiable creature, in remarking each artless look, 
each motion of pure undissembled nature, betrayed by his 
wanton eyes; or shewing, transparently, the glow and suffusion 
of blood through his fresh, clear skin, whilst even 
his sturdy rustic pressures wanted not their peculiar 
charm?  Oh! but, say you, this was a young fellow of too 
low a rank of life to deserve so great a display.  May be 
so: but was my condition, strictly consider'd one jot more 
exalted? or, had I really been much above him, did not his 
capacity of giving such exquisite pleasure sufficiently 
raise and ennoble him, to me, at least?  Let who would, 
for me, cherish, respect, and reward the painter's, the 
statuary's, the musician's arts, in proportion to delight 
taken in them: but at my age, and with my taste for pleasure, 
a taste strongly constitutional to me, the talent of 
pleasing, with which nature has endowed a handsome person, 
form'd to me the greatest of all merits; compared to which, 
the vulgar prejudices in favour of titles, dignities, 
honours, and the like, held a very low rank indeed.  Nor 
perhaps would the beauties of the body be so much affected 
to be held cheap, were they, in their nature, to be bought 
and delivered.  But for me, whose natural philosophy all 
resided in the favourite center of sense, and who was rul'd 
by its powerful instinct in taking pleasure by its right 
handle, I could scarce have made a choice more to my purpose. 

</p>
               <p>Mr. H . . .'s loftier qualifications of birth, fortune 
and sense laid me under a sort of subjection and constraint 
that were far from making harmony in the concert of love, 
nor had he, perhaps, thought me worth softening that superiority 
to; but, with this lad, I was more on that level which 
love delights in. 

</p>
               <p>We may say what we please, but those we can be the easiest 
and freest with are ever those we like, not to say love, 
the best. 

</p>
               <p>With this stripling, all whose art of love was the 
action of it, I could, without check of awe or restraint, 
give a loose to joy, and execute every scheme of dalliance 
my fond fancy might put me on, in which he was, in every 
sense, a most exquisite companion.  And now my great pleasure 
lay in humouring all the petulances, all the wanton 
frolic of a raw novice just fleshed, and keen on the burning 
scent of his game, but unbroken to the sport: and, to carry 
on the figure, who could better TREAD THE WOOD than he, or 
stand fairer for the HEART OF THE HUNT? 

</p>
               <p>He advanc'd then to my bed-side, and whilst he faltered 
out his message, I could observe his colour rise, and 
his eyes lighten with joy, in seeing me in a situation as 
favourable to his loosest wishes as if he had bespoke the 
play. 

</p>
               <p>I smiled, and put out my hand towards him, which he 
kneeled down to (a politeness taught him by love alone, 
that great master of it) and greedily kiss'd.  After 
exchanging a few confused questions and answers, I ask'd 
him if he would come to bed to me, for the little time I 
could venture to detain him.  This was just asking a person, 
dying with hunger, to feast upon the dish on earth the most 
to his palate.  Accordingly, without further reflection, 
his cloaths were off in an instant; when, blushing still 
more at his new liberty, he got under the bed-cloaths I held 
up to receive him, and was now in bed with a woman for the 
first time in his life. 

</p>
               <p>Here began the usual tender preliminaries, as delicious, 
perhaps, as the crowning act of enjoyment itself; which they 
often beget an impatience of, that makes pleasure destructive 
of itself, by hurrying on the final period, and closing 
that scene of bliss, in which the actors are generally too 
well pleas'd with their parts not to wish them an eternity 
of duration. 

</p>
               <p>When we had sufficiently graduated our advances towards 
the main point, by toying, kissing, clipping, feeling my 
breasts, now round and plump, feeling that part of me I might 
call a furnace-mouth, from the prodigious intense heat his 
fiery touches had rekindled there, my young sportsman, embolden'd 
by every freedom he could wish, wantonly takes my 
hand, and carries it to that enormous machine of his, that 
stood with a stiffness! a hardness! an upward bent of erection! 
and which, together with its bottom dependence, the 
inestimable bulge of lady's jewels, formed a grand show out 
of goods indeed!  Then its dimensions, mocking either grasp 
or span, almost renew'd my terrors. 

</p>
               <p>I could not conceive how, or by what means I could 
take, or put such a bulk out of sight.  I stroked it gently, 
on which the mutinous rogue seemed to swell, and gather a 
new degree of fierceness and insolence; so that finding it 
grew not to be trifled with any longer, I prepar'd for rubbers 
in good earnest. 

</p>
               <p>Slipping then a pillow under me, that I might give him 
the fairest play, I guided officiously with my hand this 
furious battering ram, whose ruby head, presenting nearest 
the resemblance of a heart, I applied to its proper mark, 
which lay as finely elevated as we could wish; my hips 
being borne up, and my thighs at their utmost extension, 
the gleamy warmth that shot from it made him feel that he 
was at the mouth of the indraught, and driving foreright, 
the powerfully divided lips of that pleasure-thirsty 
channel receiv'd him.  He hesitated a little; then, settled 
well in the passage, he makes his way up the straits 
of it, with a difficulty nothing more than pleasing, widening 
as he went, so as to distend and smooth each soft furrow: 
our pleasure increasing deliciously, in proportion as 
our points of mutual touch increas'd in that so vital part 
of me in which I had now taken him, all indriven, and completely 
sheathed; and which, crammed as it was, stretched, 
splitting ripe, gave it so gratefully strait an accommodation! 
so strict a fold! a suction so fierce! that gave and 
took unutterable delight.  We had now reach'd the closest 
point of union; but when he backened to come on the fiercer, 
as if I had been actuated by a fear of losing him, in the 
height of my fury I twisted my legs round his naked loins, 
the flesh of which, so firm, so springy to the touch, 
quiver'd again under the pressure; and now I had him every 
way encircled and begirt; and having drawn him home to me, 
I kept him fast there, as if I had sought to unite bodies 
with him at that point.  This bred a pause of action, a 
pleasure stop, whilst that delicate glutton, my nethermouth, 
as full as it could hold, kept palating, with exquisite 
relish, the morsel that so deliciously ingorged it. 
But nature could not long endure a pleasure that so highly 
provoked without satisfying it: pursuing then its darling 
end, the battery recommenc'd with redoubled exertion; nor 
lay I inactive on my side, but encountering him with all 
the impetuosity of motion I was mistress of.  The downy 
cloth of our meeting mounts was now of real use to break 
the violence of the tilt; and soon, too soon indeed! the 
highwrought agitation, the sweet urgency of this to-and-fro 
friction, raised the titillation on me to its height; so 
that finding myself on the point of going, and loath to 
leave the tender partner of my joys behind me, I employed 
all the forwarding motions and arts my experience suggested 
to me, to promote his keeping me company to our journey's 
end.  I not only then tighten'd the pleasure-girth round my 
restless inmate by a secret spring of friction and compression 
that obeys the will in those parts, but stole my hand 
softly to that store bag of nature's prime sweets, which is 
so pleasingly attach'd to its conduit pipe, from which we 
receive them; there feeling, and most gently indeed, squeezing 
those tender globular reservoirs; the magic touch took 
instant effect, quicken'd, and brought on upon the spur the 
symptoms of that sweet agony, the melting moment of dissolution, 
when pleasure dies by pleasure, and the mysterious 
engine of it overcomes the titillation it has rais'd in 
those parts, by plying them with the stream of a warm liquid 
that is itself the highest of all titillations, and 
which they thirstily express and draw in like the hotnatured 
leach, which to cool itself, tenaciously attracts 
all the moisture within its sphere of exsuction.  Chiming 
then to me, with exquisite consent, as I melted away, his 
oily balsamic injection, mixing deliciously with the sluices 
in flow from me, sheath'd and blunted all the stings of 
pleasure, it flung us into an extasy that extended us fainting, 
breathless, entranced.  Thus we lay, whilst a voluptuous 
languor possest, and still maintain'd us motionless and fast 
locked in one another's arms.  Alas! that these delights 
should be no longer-lived! for now the point of pleasure, 
unedged by enjoyment, and all the brisk sensations flatten'd 
upon us, resigned us up to the cool cares of insipid 
life.  Disengaging myself then from his embrace, I made him 
sensible of the reasons there were for his present leaving 
me; on which, though reluctantly, he put on his cloaths with 
as little expedition, however, as he could help, wantonly 
interrupting himself, between whiles, with kisses, touches 
and embraces I could not refuse myself to.  Yet he happily 
return'd to his master before he was missed; but, at taking 
leave, I forc'd him (for he had sentiments enough to refuse 
it) to receive money enough to buy a silver watch, that 
great article of subaltern finery, which he at length accepted 
of, as a remembrance he was carefully to preserve of 
my affections. 

</p>
               <p>And here, Madam, I ought, perhaps, to make you an apology 
for this minute detail of things, that dwelt so strongly 
upon my memory, after so deep an impression: but, besides 
that this intrigue bred one great revolution in my life, 
which historical truth requires I should not sink from you, 
may I not presume that so exalted a pleasure ought not to be 
ungratefully forgotten, or suppress'd by me, because I found 
it in a character in low life; where, by the bye, it is oftener 
met with, purer, and more unsophisticate, that among 
the false, ridiculous refinements with which the great suffer 
themselves to be so grossly cheated by their pride: the 
great! than whom there exist few amongst those they call 
the vulgar, who are more ignorant of, or who cultivate less, 
the art of living than they do; they, I say, who for ever 
mistake things the most foreign of the nature of pleasure 
itself; whose capital favourite object is enjoyment of 
beauty, wherever that rare invaluable gift is found, without 
distinction of birth, or station. 

</p>
               <p>As love never had, so now revenge had no longer any 
share in my commerce with this handsome youth.  The sole 
pleasures of enjoyment were now the link I held to him by: 
for though nature had done such great matters for him in 
his outward form, and especially in that superb piece of 
furniture she had so liberally enrich'd him with; though he 
was thus qualify'd to give the senses their richest feast, 
still there was something more wanting to create in me, and 
constitute the passion of love.  Yet Will had very good 
qualities too; gentle, tractable, and, above all, grateful; 
close, and secret, even to a fault: he spoke, at any time, 
very little, but made it up emphatically with action; and, 
to do him justice, he never gave me the least reason to 
complain, either of any tendency to encroach upon me for 
the liberties I allow'd him, or of his indiscretion in 
blabbing them.  There is, then, a fatality in love, or have 
loved him I must; for he was really a treasure, a bit for 
the BONNE BOUCHE of a duchess; and, to say the truth, my 
liking for him was so extreme, that it was distinguishing 
very nicely to deny that I loved him. 

</p>
               <p>My happiness, however, with him did not last long, but 
found an end from my own imprudent neglect.  After having 
taken even superfluous precautions against a discovery, our 
success in repeated meetings embolden'd me to omit the barely 
necessary ones.  About a month after our first intercourse, 
one fatal morning (the season Mr. H . . . rarely or never 
visited me in) I was in my closet, where my toilet stood, in 
nothing but my shift, a bed gown and under-petticoat.  Will 
was with me, and both ever too well disposed to baulk an 
opportunity.  For my part, a warm whim, a wanton toy had 
just taken me, and I had challeng'd my man to execute it on 
the spot, who hesitated not to comply with my humour: I was 
set in the arm-chair, my shift and petticoat up, my thighs 
wide spread and mounted over the arms of the chair, presenting 
the fairest mark to Will's drawn weapon, which he stood 
in act to plunge into me; when, having neglected to secure 
the chamber door, and that of the closet standing a-jar, Mr. 
H . . . stole in upon us before either of us was aware, and 
saw us precisely in these convicting attitudes. 

</p>
               <p>I gave a great scream, and drop'd my petticoat: the 
thunder-struck lad stood trembling and pale, waiting his 
sentence of death.  Mr. H . . . looked sometimes at one, 
sometimes at the other, with a mixture of indignation and 
scorn; and, without saying a word, turn'd upon his heel and 
went out. 

</p>
               <p>As confused as I was, I heard him very distinctly turn 
the key, and lock the chamber-door upon us, so that there 
was no escape but through the dining-room, where he himself 
was walking about with distempered strides, stamping in a 
great chafe, and doubtless debating what he would do with 
us. 

</p>
               <p>In the mean time, poor William was frightened out of 
his senses, and, as much need as I had of spirits to support 
myself, I was obliged to employ them all to keep his 
a little up.  The misfortune I had now brought upon him, 
endear'd him the more to me, and I could have joyfully suffered 
any punishment he had not shared in.  I water'd, 
plentifully, with my tears, the face of the frightened youth, 
who sat, not having strength to stand, as cold and as lifeless 
as a statue. 

</p>
               <p>Presently Mr. H . . . comes in to us again, and made 
us go before him into the dining-room, trembling and dreading 
the issue.  Mr. H . . . sat down on a chair whilst we 
stood like criminals under examination; and beginning with 
me, ask'd me, with an even firm tone of voice, neither soft 
nor severe, but cruelly indifferent, what I could say for 
myself, for having abused him in so unworthy a manner, with 
his own servant too, and how he had deserv'd this of me? 

</p>
               <p>Without adding to the guilt of my infidelity that of 
an audacious defence of it, in the old style of a common 
kept Miss, my answer was modest, and often interrupted by my 
tears, in substance as follows: that I never had a single 
thought of wronging him (which was true), till I had seen 
him taking the last liberties with my servant-wench (here he 
colour'd prodigiously), and that my resentment at that, 
which I was over-awed from giving vent to by complaints, or 
explanations with him, had driven me to a course that I did 
not pretend to justify; but that as to the young man, he was 
entirely faultless; for that, in the view of making him the 
instrument of my revenge, I had down-right seduced him to 
what he had done; and therefore hoped, whatever he determined 
about me, he would distinguish between the guilty and 
the innocent; and that, for the rest, I was entirely at his 
mercy. 

</p>
               <p>Mr. H . . ., on hearing what I said, hung his head a 
little; but instantly recovering himself, he said to me, 
as near as I can retain, to the following purpose: 

</p>
               <p>"Madam, I owe shame to myself, and confess you have 
fairly turn'd the tables upon me.  It is not with one of 
your cast of breeding and sentiments that I should enter 
into a discussion of the very great difference of the provocations: 
be it sufficient that I allow you so much 
reason on your side, as to have changed my resolutions, in 
consideration of what you reproach me with; and I own, too, 
that your clearing that rascal there, is fair and honest in 
you.  Renew with you I cannot: the affront is too gross.  I 
give you a week's warning to go out of these lodgings; 
whatever I have given you, remains to you; and as I never 
intend to see you more, the landlord will pay you fifty 
pieces on my account, with which, and every debt paid, I 
hope you will own I do not leave you in a worse condition 
than what I took you up in, or than you deserve of me. 
Blame yourself only that it is no better." 

</p>
               <p>Then, without giving me time to reply, he address'd 
himself to the young fellow: 

</p>
               <p>"For you, spark, I shall, for your father's sake, take 
care of you: the town is no place for such an easy fool as 
thou art; and to-morrow you shall set out, under the charge 
of one of my men, well recommended, in my name, to your 
father, not to let you return and be spoil'd here." 

</p>
               <p>At these words he went out, after my vainly attempting 
to stop him by throwing myself at his feet.  He shook me off, 
though he seemed greatly mov'd too, and took Will away with 
him, who,  I dare swear, thought himself very cheaply off. 

</p>
               <p>I was now once more a-drift, and left upon my own hands, 
by a gentleman whom I certainly did not deserve.  And all the 
letters, arts, friends' entreaties that I employed within the 
week of grace in my lodging, could never win on him so much 
as to see me again.  He had irrevocably pornounc'd my doom, 
and submission to it was my only part.  Soon after he married 
a lady of birth and fortune, to whom, I have heard, he prov'd 
an irreproachable husband. 

</p>
               <p>As for poor Will, he was immediately sent down to the 
country to his father, who was an easy farmer, where he was 
not four months before and inn-keeper's buxom young widow, 
with a very good stock, both in money and trade, fancy'd, 
and perhaps pre-acquainted with his secret excellencies, 
marry'd him: and I am sure there was, at least, one good 
foundation for their living happily together. 

</p>
               <p>Though I should have been charm'd to see him before 
he went, such measures were taken, by Mr. H . . .'s orders, 
that it was impossible; otherwise I should certainly have 
endeavour'd to detain him in town, and would have spared 
neither offers nor expence to have procured myself the 
satisfaction of keeping him with me.  He had such powerful 
holds upon my inclinations as were not easily to be shaken 
off, or replaced; as to my heart, it was quite out of the 
question: glad, however, I was from my soul, that nothing 
worse, and as things turn'd out, probably nothing better 
could have happened to him. 

</p>
               <p>As to Mr. H . . ., though views of conveniency made 
me, at first, exert myself to regain his affection, I was 
giddy and thoughtless enough to be much easier reconcil'd 
to my failure than I ought to have been; but as I never had 
lov'd him, and his leaving me gave me a sort of liberty that 
I had often long'd for, I was soon comforted; and flattering 
myself that the stock of youth and beauty I was going into 
trade with could hardly fail of procuring me a maintenance, 
I saw myself under a necessity of trying my fortune with 
them, rather, with pleasure and gaiety, than with the least 
idea of despondency. 

</p>
               <p>In the mean time, several of my acquaintances among 
the sisterhood, who had soon got wind of my misfortune, 
flocked to insult me with their malicious consolations. 
Most of them had long envied me the affluence and splendour 
I had been maintain'd in; and though there was scarce one 
of them that did not at least deserve to be in my case, and 
would probably, sooner or later, come to it, it was equally 
easy to remark, even in their affected pity, their secret 
pleasure at seeing me thus disgrac'd and discarded, and 
their secret grief that it was no worse with me.  Unaccountable 
malice of the human heart! and which is not confin'd 
to the class of life they were of. 

</p>
               <p>But as the time approached for me to come to some 
resolution how to dispose of myself, and I was considering 
round where to shift my quarters to, Mrs. Cole, a middleaged 
discreet sort of woman, who had been brought into my 
acquaintance by one ot the Misses that visited me, upon 
learning my situation, came to offer her cordial advice and 
service to me; and as I had always taken to her more than 
to any of my female acquaintances, I listened the easier to 
her proposals.  And, as it happened, I could not have put 
myself into worse, or into better hands in all London: into 
worse, because keeping a house of conveniency, there were 
no lengths in lewdness she would not advise me to go, in 
compliance with her customers; no schemes of pleasure, or 
even unbounded debauchery, she did not take even a delight 
in promoting: into a better, because nobody having had more 
experience of the wicked part of the town than she had, was 
fitter to advise and guard one against the worst dangers of 
our profession; and what was rare to be met with in those 
of her's, she contented herself with a moderate living profit 
upon her industry and good offices, and had nothing of 
their greedy rapacious turn.  She was really too a gentlewoman 
born and bred, but through a train of accidents 
reduc'd to this course, which she pursued, partly through 
necessity, partly through choice, as never woman delighted 
more in encouraging a brisk circulation of trade for the 
sake of the trade itself, or better understood all the mysteries 
and refinements of it, than she did; so that she 
was consummately at the top of her profession, and dealt 
only with customers of distinction: to answer the demands 
of whom she kept a competent number of her daughters in 
constant recruit (so she call'd those whom by her means, 
and through her tuition and instructions, succeeded very 
well in the world). 

</p>
               <p>This useful gentlewoman upon whose protection I now 
threw myself, having her reasons of state, respecting Mr. 
H . . ., for not appearing too much in the thing herself, 
sent a friend of her's, on the day appointed for my removal, 
to conduct me to my new lodgings at a brushmaker's in R*** 
street, Covent Garden, the very next door to her own house, 
where she had no conveniences to lodge me herself: lodgings 
that, by having been for several successions tenanted by 
ladies of pleasure, the landlord of them was familiarized 
to their ways; and provided the rent was duly paid, every 
thing else was as easy and commodious as one could desire. 

</p>
               <p>The fifty guineas promis'd me by Mr. H . . ., at his 
parting with me, having been duly paid me, all my cloaths 
and moveables chested up, which were at least of two 
hundred pound's value, I had them convey'd into a coach, 
where I soon followed them, after taking a civil leave of 
the landlord and his family, with whom I had never liv'd in 
a degree of familiarity enough to regret the removal; but 
still, the very circumstance of its being a removal drew 
tears from me.  I left, too, a letter of thanks for Mr. 
H . . ., from whom I concluded myself, as I really was, 
irretrievably separated. 

</p>
               <p>My maid I had discharged the day before, not only 
because I had her of Mr. H . . ., but that I suspected her 
of having some how or other been the occasion of his discovering 
me, in revenge, perhaps, for my not having trusted 
her with him. 

</p>
               <p>We soon got to my lodgings, which, though not so handsomely 
furnish'd nor so showy as those I left, were to the 
full as convenient, and at half price, though on the first 
floor.  My trunks were safely landed, and stow'd in my 
apartments, where my neighbour, and now gouvernante, Mrs. 
Cole, was ready with my landlord to receive me, to whom she 
took care to set me out in the most favourable light, that 
of one from whom there was the clearest reason to expect 
the regular payment of his rent: all the cardinal virtues 
attributed to me would not have had half the weight of that 
recommendation alone. 

</p>
               <p>I was now settled in lodgings of my own, abandon'd to 
my own conduct, and turned loose upon the town, to sink or 
swim, as I could manage with the current of it; and what 
were the consequences, together with the number of adventures 
which befell me in the exercise of my new profession, 
will compose the matter of another letter: for surely it is 
high time to put a period to this. 

</p>
               <p>I am, MADAM, Yours, etc., etc., etc. 

</p>
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            <trailer>THE END OF THE FIRST LETTER</trailer>
         </div>
         <div>
            <head>Letter The Second</head>
            <div>
               <head>Part 6</head>
               <p>Madam, 

</p>
               <p>If I have delay'd the sequel of my history, it has been 
purely to allow myself a little breathing time not without 
some hopes that, instead of pressing me to a continuation, 
you would have acquitted me of the task of pursuing a confession, 
in the course of which my self-esteem has so many 
wounds to sustain. 

</p>
               <p>I imagined, indeed, that you would have been cloy'd and 
tired with uniformity of adventures and expressions, inseparable 
from a subject of this sort, whose bottom, or groundwork 
being, in the nature of things, eternally one and the 
same, whatever variety of forms and modes the situations are 
susceptible of, there is no escaping a repetition of near 
the same images, the same figures, the same expressions, 
with this further inconvenience added to the disgust it creates, 
that the words JOYS, ARDOURS, TRANSPORTS, EXTASIES, 
and the rest of those pathetic terms so congenial to, so 
received in the PRACTICE OF PLEASURE, flatten and lose much 
of their due spirit and energy by the frequency they indispensably 
recur with, in a narrative of which that PRACTICE 
professedly composes the whole basis.  I must therefore 
trust to the candour of your judgement, for your allowing 
for the disadvantage I am necessarily under in that respect, 
and to your imagination and sensibility, the pleasing task 
of repairing it by their supplements, where my descriptions 
flag or fail: the one will readily place the pictures I 
present before your eyes; the other give life to the colours 
where they are dull, or worn with too frequent handling. 

</p>
               <p>What you say besides, by way of encouragement, concerning 
the extreme difficulty of continuing so long in one 
strain, in a mean temper'd with taste, between the revoltingness 
of gross, rank and vulgar expressions, and the ridicule 
of mincing metaphors and affected circumlocutions, is 
so sensible, as well as good-natur'd, that you greatly 
justify me to myself for my compliance with a curiosity that 
is to be satisfied so extremely at my expense. 

</p>
               <p>Resuming now where I broke off in my last, I am in my 
way to remark to you that it was late in the evening before 
I arriv'd at my new lodgings, and Mrs. Cole, after helping 
me to range and secure my things, spent the whole evening 
with me in my apartment, where we supped together, in giving 
me the best advice and instruction with regard to this new 
stage of my profession I was now to enter upon; and passing 
thus from a private devotee to pleasure into a public one, 
to become a more general good, with all the advantages requisite 
to put my person out to use, either for interest or 
pleasure, or both.  But then, she observ'd, as I was a kind 
of new face upon the town, that it was an established rule, 
and part of trade, for me to pass for a maid, and dispose of 
myself as such on the first good occasion, without prejudice, 
however, to such diversions as I might have a mind to in the 
interim; for that nobody could be a greater enemy than she 
was to the losing of time.  That she would, in the mean time, 
do her best to find out a proper person, and would undertake 
to manage this nice point for me, if I would accept of her 
aid and advice to such good purpose that, in the loss of a 
fictitious maidenhead, I should reap all the advantages of a 
native one. 

</p>
               <p>Though such a delicacy of sentiments did not extremely 
belong to my character at that time, I confess, against myself, 
that I perhaps too readily closed with a proposal which 
my candor and ingenuity gave me some repugnance to: but not 
enough to contradict the intention of one to whom I had now 
thoroughly abandoned the direction of all my steps.  For Mrs. 
Cole had, I do not know how unless by one of those unaccountable 
invincible sympathies that, nevertheless, form the 
strongest links, especially of female friendship, won and 
got entire possession of me.  On her side, she pretended 
that a strict resemblance she fancied she saw in me to an 
only daughter whom she had lost at my age, was the first 
motive of her taking to me so affectionately as she did.  It 
might be so: there exist as slender motives of attachment 
that, gathering force from habit and liking, have proved 
often more solid and durable than those founded on much 
stronger reasons; but this I know, that tho' I had no other 
acquaintance with her than seeing her at my lodgings when I 
lived with Mr. H . . ., where she had made errands to sell 
me some millinery ware, she had by degrees insinuated herself 
so far into my confidence that I threw myself blindly 
into her hands, and came, at length, to regard, love, and 
obey her implicitly; and, to do her justice, I never experienc'd 
at her hands other than a sincerity of tenderness, and 
care for my interest, hardly heard of in those of her profession. 
We parted that night, after having settled a perfect 
unreserv'd agreement; and the next morning Mrs. Cole 
came, and took me with her to her house for the first time. 

</p>
               <p>Here, at the first sight of things, I found everything 
breath'd an air of decency, modesty and order. 

</p>
               <p>In the outer parlour, or rather shop, sat three young 
women, very demurely employ'd on millinery work, which was 
the cover of a traffic in more precious commodities; but 
three beautifuller creatures could hardly be seen.  Two of 
them were extremely fair, the eldest not above nineteen; 
and the third, much about that age, was a piquant brunette, 
whose black sparkling eyes, and perfect harmony of features 
and shape, left her nothing to envy in her fairer companions. 
Their dress too had the more design in it, the less it appeared 
to have, being in a taste of uniform correct neatness, 
and elegant simplicity.  These were the girls that compos'd 
the small domestick flock, which my governess train'd up with 
surprising order and management, considering the giddy wildness 
of young girls once got upon the loose.  But then she 
never continued any in her house, whom, after a due novitiate, 
she found untractable, or unwilling to comply with the rules 
of it.  Thus had she insensibly formed a little family of 
love, in which the members found so sensibly their account, 
in a rare alliance of pleasure with interest, and of a 
necessary outward decency with unbounded secret liberty, 
that Mrs. Cole, who had pick'd them as much for their temper 
as their beauty, govern'd them with ease to herself and them 
too. 

</p>
               <p>To these pupils then of hers, whom she had prepar'd, 
she presented me as a new boarder, and one that was to be 
immediately admitted to all the intimacies of the house; upon 
which these charming girls gave me all the marks of a welcome 
reception, and indeed of being perfectly pleased with my 
figure, that I could possibly expect from any of my own sex: 
but they had been effectually brought to sacrifice all jealousy, 
or competition of charms, to a common interest, and 
consider'd me a partner that was bringing no despicable stock 
of goods into the trade of the house.  They gathered round 
me, view'd me on all sides; and as my admission into this 
joyous troop made a little holiday, the shew of work was 
laid aside; and Mrs. Cole giving me up, with special recommendation, 
to their caresses and entertainment, went about 
her ordinary business of the house. 

</p>
               <p>The sameness of our sex, age, profession, and views 
soon created as unreserv'd a freedom and intimacy as if we 
had been for years acquainted.  They took and shew'd me the 
house, their respective apartments, which were furnished 
with every article of conveniency and luxury; and above all, 
a spacious drawing-room, where a select revelling band usually 
met, in general parties of pleasure; the girls supping 
with their sparks, and acting their wanton pranks with unbounded 
licentiousness; whilst a defiance of awe, modesty or 
jealousy were their standing rules, by which, according to 
the principles of their society, whatever pleasure was lost 
on the side of sentiment was abundantly made up to the 
senses in the poignancy of variety, and the charms of ease 
and luxury.  The authors and supporters of this secret institution 
would, in the height of their humours style themselves 
the restorers of the golden age and its simplicity 
of pleasures, before their innocence became so injustly 
branded with the names of guilt and shame. 

</p>
               <p>As soon then as the evening began, and the shew of a 
shop was shut, the academy open'd; the mask of mock-modesty 
was completely taken off, and all the girls deliver'd over 
to their respective calls of pleasure or interest with 
their men; and none of that sex was promiscuously admitted, 
but only such as Mrs. Cole was previously satisfied with 
their character and discretion.  In short, this was the 
safest, politest, and, at the same time, the most thorough 
house of accommodation in town: every thing being conducted 
so that decency made no intrenchment upon the most libertine 
pleasures, in the practice of which too, the choice familiars 
of the house had found the secret so rare and difficult, of 
reconciling even all the refinements of taste and delicacy 
with the most gross and determinate gratifications of sensuality. 

</p>
               <p>After having consum'd the morning in the endearments 
and instructions of my new acquaintance, we went to dinner, 
when Mrs. Cole, presiding at the head of her club, gave me 
the first idea of her management and address, in inspiring 
these girls with so sensible a love and respect for her. 
There was no stiffness, no reserve, no airs of pique, or 
little jealousies, but all was unaffectedly gay, cheerful 
and easy. 

</p>
               <p>After dinner, Mrs. Cole, seconded by the young ladies, 
acquainted me that there was a chapter to be held that night 
in form, for the ceremony of my reception into the sisterhood; 
and in which, with all due reserve to my maidenhead, 
that was to be occasionally cook'd up for the first proper 
chapman, I was to undergo a ceremonial of initiation they 
were sure I should not be displeased with. 

</p>
               <p>Embark'd as I was, and moreover captivated with the 
charms of my new companions, I was too much prejudic'd in 
favour of any proposal they could make, to much as hesitate 
an assent; which, therefore, readily giving in the style of 
a carte blanche, I receiv'd fresh kisses of compliment from 
them all, in approval of my docility and good nature.  Now 
I was "a sweet girl . . ."  I came into things with a "good 
grace . . ."  I was not "affectedly coy . . ."  I should be 
"the pride of the house . . ." and the like. 

</p>
               <p>This point thus adjusted, the young women left Mrs. 
Cole to talk and concert matters with me: she explained to 
me that I should be introduc'd, that very evening, to four 
of her best friends, one of whom she had, according to the 
custom of the house, favoured with the preference of engaging 
me in the first party of pleasure; assuring me, at the 
same time, that they were all young gentlemen agreeable in 
their persons, and unexceptionable in every respect; that 
united, and holding together by the band of common pleasures, 
they composed the chief support of her house, and made very 
liberal presents to the girls that pleas'd and humour'd 
them, so that they were, properly speaking, the founders 
and patrons of this little seraglio.  Not but that she had, 
at proper seasons, other customers to deal with, whom she 
stood less upon punctilio with than with these; for instance, 
it was not on one of them she could attempt to pass me for 
a maid; they were not only too knowing, too much town-bred 
to bite at such a bait, but they were such generous benefactors 
to her that it would be unpardonable to think of it. 

</p>
               <p>Amidst all the flutter and emotion which this promise 
of pleasure, for such I conceiv'd it, stirr'd up in me, I 
preserved so much of the woman as to feign just reluctance 
enough to make some merit of sacrificing it to the influence 
of my patroness, whom I likewise, still in character, reminded 
of it perhaps being right for me to go home and dress, 
in favour of my first impressions. 

</p>
               <p>But Mrs. Cole, in opposition to this, assured me that 
the gentlemen I should be presented to were, by their rank 
and taste of things, infinitely superior to the being touched 
with any glare of dress or ornaments, such as silly women 
rather confound and overlay than set off their beauty with; 
that these veteran voluptuaries knew better than not to hold 
them in the highest contempt: they with whom the pure native 
charms alone could pass current, and who would at any time 
leave a sallow, washy, painted duchess on her own hands, for 
a ruddy, healthy, firm-flesh'd country maid; and as for my 
part, that nature had done enough for me, to set me above 
owing the least favour to art; concluding withal, that for 
the instant occasion, there was no dress like an undress. 

</p>
               <p>I thought my governess too good a judge of these matters 
not to be easily over-ruled by her: after which she went on 
preaching very pathetically the doctrine of passive obedience 
and not-resistance to all those arbitrary tastes of pleasure, 
which are by some styl'd the refinements, and by others the 
depravations of it; between whom it was not the business of 
a simple girl, who was to profit by pleasing, to decide, but 
to conform to.  Whilst I was edifying by these wholesome 
lessons, tea was brought in, and the young ladies, returning, 
joined company with us. 

</p>
               <p>After a great deal of mix'd chat, frolic and humour, 
one of them, observing that there would be a good deal of 
time on hand before the assembly-hour, proposed that each 
girl should entertain the company with that critical period 
of her personal history in which she first exchanged the 
maiden state for womanhood.  The proposal was approv'd, with 
only one restriction of Mrs. Cole, that she, on account of 
her age, and I, on account of my titular maidenhead, should 
be excused, at least till I had undergone the forms of the 
house.  This obtain'd me a dispensation, and the promotress 
of this amusement was desired to begin. 

</p>
               <p>Her name was Emily; a girl fair to excess, and whose 
limbs were, if possible, too well made, since their plump 
fullness was rather to the prejudice of that delicate slimness 
requir'd by the nicer judges of beauty; her eyes were blue, 
and streamed inexpressible sweetness, and nothing could be 
prettier than her mouth and lips, which clos'd over a range 
of the evenest and whitest teeth.  Thus she began: 

</p>
               <p>"Neither my extraction, nor the most critical adventure 
of my life, is sublime enough to impeach me of any vanity in 
the advancement of the proposal you have approv'd of.  My 
father and mother were, and for aught I know, are still, 
farmers in the country, not above forty miles from town: 
their barbarity to me, in favour of a son, on whom only they 
vouchsafed to bestow their tenderness, had a thousand times 
determined me to fly their house, and throw myself on the 
wide world; but, at length, an accident forc'd me on this 
desperate attempt at the age of fifteen.  I had broken a 
china bowl, the pride and idol of both their hearts; and as 
an unmerciful beating was the least I had to depend on at 
their hands, in the silliness of those tender years I left 
the house, and, at all adventures, took the road to London. 
How my loss was resented I do not know, for till this instant 
I have not heard a syllable about them.  My whole stock was 
too broad pieces of my grandmother's, a few shillings, silver 
shoe-buckles and a silver thimble.  Thus equipp'd, with no 
more cloaths than the ordinary ones I had on my back, and 
frighten'd at every foot or noise I heard behind me, I 
hurried on; and I dare swear, walked a dozen miles before I 
stopped, through mere weariness and fatigue.  At length I 
sat down on a stile, wept bitterly, and yet was still rather 
under increased impressions of fear on the account of my 
escape; which made dread, worse than death, the going back 
to face my unnatural parents.  Refresh'd by this little 
repose, and relieved by my tears, I was proceeding onward, 
when I was overtaken by a sturdy country lad who was going to 
London to see what he could do for himself there, and, like 
me, had given his friends the slip.  He could not be above 
seventeen, was ruddy, well featur'd enough, with uncombed 
flaxen hair, a little flapp'd hat, kersey frock, yarn stockings, 
in short, a perfect plough-boy.  I saw him come whistling 
behind me, with a bundle tied to the end of a stick, 
his travelling equipage.  We walk'd by one another for some 
time without speaking; at length we join'd company, and 
agreed to keep together till we got to our journey's end. 
What his designs or ideas were, I know not: the innocence of 
mine I can solemnly protest. 

</p>
               <p>"As night drew on, it became us to look out for some 
inn or shelter; to which perplexity another was added, and 
that was, what we should say for ourselves, if we were 
question'd.  After some puzzle, the young fellow started a 
proposal, which I thought the finest that could be; and 
what was that? why, that we should pass for husband and wife: 
I never once dream'd of consequences.  We came presently, 
after having agreed on this notable expedient, to one of 
those hedge-accommodations for foot passengers, at the door 
do which stood an old crazy beldam, who seeing us trudge by, 
invited us to lodge there.  Glad of any cover, we went in, 
and my fellow traveller, taking all upon him, call'd for what 
the house afforded, and we supped together as man and wife; 
which, considering our figures and ages, could not have 
passed on any one but such as any thing could pass on.  But 
when bedtime came on, we had neither of us the courage to 
contradict out first account of ourselves; and what was extremely 
pleasant, the young lad seem'd as perplex'd as I was, 
how to evade lying together, which was so natural for the 
state we had pretenced to.  Whilst we were in this quandary, 
the landlady takes the candle and lights us to our apartment, 
through a long yard, at the end of which it stood, separate 
from the body of the house.  Thus we suffer'd ourselves to 
be conducted, without saying a word in opposition to it; and 
there, in a wretched room, with a bed answerable, we were 
left to pass the night together, as a thing quite of course. 
For my part, I was so incredibly innocent as not even then to 
think much more harm of going to bed with the young man than 
with one of our dairy-wenches; nor had he, perhaps, any other 
notions than those of innocence, till such a fair occasion 
put them into his head. 

</p>
               <p>"Before either of us undressed, however, he put out 
the candle; and the bitterness of the weather made it a kind 
of necessity for me to go into bed: slipping then my cloaths 
off, I crept under the bed-cloaths, where I found the young 
stripling already nestled, and the touch of his warm flesh 
rather pleas'd than alarm'd me.  I was indeed too much disturbed 
with the novelty of my condition to be able to sleep; 
but then I had not the least thought of harm.  But, oh! how 
powerful are the instincts of nature! how little is there 
wanting to set them in action!  The young man, sliding his 
arm under my body, drew me gently towards him, as if to keep 
himself and me warmer; and the heat I felt from joining our 
breasts, kindled another that I had hitherto never felt, and 
was, even then, a stranger to the nature of.  Emboldened, I 
suppose, by my easiness, he ventur'd to kiss me, and I insensibly 
returned it, without knowing the consequence of returning 
it; for, on this encouragement, he slipped his hand all 
down from my breast to that part of me where the sense of 
feeling is so exquisitely critical, as I then experienc'd by 
its instant taking fire upon the touch, and glowing with a 
strange tickling heat: there he pleas'd himself and me, by 
feeling, till, growing a little too bold, he hurt me, and 
made me complain.  Then he took my hand, which he guided, 
not unwillingly on my side, between the twist of his closed 
thighs, which were extremely warm; there he lodged and 
pressed it, till raising it by degrees, he made me feel the 
proud distinction of his sex from mine.  I was frighten'd 
at the novelty, and drew back my hand; yet, pressed and 
spurred on by sensations of a strange pleasure, I could not 
help asking him what that was for?  He told me he would 
show me if I would let him; and, without waiting for my 
answer, which he prevented by stopping my mouth with kisses 
I was far from disrelishing, he got upon me, and inserting 
one of his thighs between mine, opened them so as to make 
way for himself, and fixed me to his purpose; whilst I was 
so much out of my usual sense, so subdu'd by the present 
power of a new one, that, between fear and desire, I lay 
utterly passive, till the piercing pain rous'd and made me 
cry out.  But it was too late: he was too firm fix'd in the 
saddle for me to compass flinging him, with all the struggles 
I could use, some of which only served to further his 
point, and at length an irresistible thrust murdered at once 
my maidenhead, and almost me.  I now lay a bleeding witness 
of the necessity impos'd on our sex, to gather the first 
honey off the thorns. 

</p>
               <p>"But the pleasure rising as the pain subsided, I was 
soon reconciled to fresh trials, and before morning, nothing 
on earth could be dearer to me than this rifler of my virgin 
sweets: he was every thing to me now.  How we agreed to join 
fortunes; how we came up to town together, where we lived 
some time, till necessity parted us, and drove me into this 
course of life, in which I had been long ago battered and 
torn to pieces before I came to this age, as much through 
my easiness, as through my inclination, had it not been for 
my finding refuge in this house: these are all circumstances 
which pass the mark I proposed, so that here my narrative 
ends." 

</p>
               <p>In the order of our sitting, it was Harriet's turn to 
go on.  Amongst all the beauties of our sex that I had before 
or have since seen, few indeed were the forms that 
could dispute excellence with her's; it was not delicate, 
but delicacy itself incarnate, such was the symmetry of her 
small but exactly fashion'd limbs.  Her complexion, fair as 
it was, appeared yet more fair from the effect of two black 
eyes, the brilliancy of which gave her face more vivacity 
than belonged to the colour of it, which was only defended 
from paleness by a sweetly pleasing blush in her cheeks, 
that grew fainter and fainter, till at length it died away 
insensibly into the overbearing white.  Then her miniature 
features join'd to finish the extreme sweetness of it, 
which was not belied by that of temper turned to indolence, 
languor, and the pleasures of love.  Press'd to subscribe 
her contingent, she smiled, blushed a little, and thus 
complied with our desires: 

</p>
               <p>"My father was neither better nor worse than a miller 
near the city of York; and both he and my mother dying 
whilst I was an infant, I fell under the care of a widow 
and childless aunt, housekeeper to my lord N . . ., at his 
seat in the county of . . ., where she brought me up with 
all imaginable tenderness.  I was not seventeen, as I am 
not now eighteen, before I had, on account of my person 
purely (for fortune I had notoriously none), several advantageous 
proposals; but whether nature was slow in making me 
sensible in her favourite passion, or that I had not seen 
any of the other sex who had stirr'd up the least emotion 
or curiosity to be better acquainted with it, I had, till 
that age, preserv'd a perfect innocence, even of thought: 
whilst my fears of I did not well know what, made me no 
more desirous of marrying than of dying.  My aunt, good 
woman, favoured my timorousness, which she look'd on as 
childish affection, that her own experience might probably 
assure her would wear off in time, and gave my suitors 
proper answers for me. 

</p>
               <p>"The family had not been down at that seat for years, 
so that it was neglected, and committed entirely to my aunt, 
and two old domestics to take care of it.  Thus I had the 
full range of a spacious lonely house and gardens, situate 
at about half a mile distance form any other habitation, 
except, perhaps, a straggling cottage or so. 

</p>
               <p>"Here, in tranquillity and innocence, I grew up without 
any memorable accident, till one fatal day I had, as I 
had often done before, left my aunt fast asleep, and secure 
for some hours, after dinner; and resorting to a kind of 
ancient summer-house, at some distance from the house, I 
carried my work with me, and sat over a rivulet, which its 
door and window fac'd upon.  Here I fell into a gentle 
breathing slumber, which stole upon my senses, as they 
fainted under the excessive heat of the season at that hour; 
a cane couch, with my work-basket for a pillow, were all 
the conveniencies of my short repose; for I was soon awaked 
and alarmed by a flounce, and the noise of splashing in the 
water.  I got up to see what was the matter; and what indeed 
should it be but the son of a neighbouring gentleman, as I 
afterwards found (for I had never seen him before), who had 
strayed that way with his gun, and heated by his sport, and 
the sultriness of the day, had been tempted by the freshness 
of the clear stream; so that presently stripping, he jump'd 
into it on the other side, which bordered on a wood, some 
trees whereof, inclined down to the water, form'd a pleasing 
shady recess, commodious to undress and leave his clothes 
under. 

</p>
               <p>"My first emotions at the sight of this youth, naked in 
the water, were, with all imaginable respect to truth, those 
of surprise and fear; and, in course, I should immediately 
have run out, had not my modesty, fatally for itself, interposed 
the objection of the door and window being so situated 
that it was scarce possible to get out, and make my way 
along the bank to the house, without his seeing me: which I 
could not bear the thought of, so much ashamed and confounded 
was I at having seen him.  Condemn'd then to stay 
till his departure should release me, I was greatly embarrassed 
how to dispose of myself:  I kept some time betwixt 
terror and modesty, even from looking through the window, 
which being an old-fashinon'd casement, without any light 
behind me, could hardly betray any one's being there to 
him from within; then the door was so secure, that without 
violence, or my own consent, there was no opening it from 
without. 

</p>
               <p>"But now, by my own experience, I found it too true 
that objects which affright us, when we cannot get from 
them, draw out eyes as forcibly as those that please us. 
I could not long withstand that nameless impulse, which, 
without any desire of this novel sight, compelled me towards 
it; embolden'd too by my certainty of being at once 
unseen and safe, I ventur'd by degrees to cast my eyes on an 
object so terrible and alarming to my virgin modesty as a 
naked man.  But as I snatched a look, the first gleam that 
struck me was in general the dewy lustre of the whitest skin 
imaginable, which the sun playing upon made the reflection 
of it perfectly beamy.  His face, in the confusion I was in, 
I could not well distinguish the lineaments of, any farther 
than that there was a great deal of youth and freshness in 
it.  The frolic and various play of all his polish'd limbs, 
as they appeared above the surface, in the course of his 
swimming or wantoning with the water, amus'd and insensibly 
delighted me: sometimes he lay motionless, on his back, 
waterborne, and dragging after him a fine head of hair, 
that, floating, swept the stream in a bush of black curls. 
Then the over-flowing water would make a separation between 
his breast and glossy white belly; at the bottom of which I 
could not escape observing so remarkable a distinction as a 
black mossy tuft, out of which appeared to emerge a round, 
softish, limber, white something, that played every way, 
with ever the least motion or whirling eddy.  I cannot say 
but that part chiefly, by a kind of natural instinct, 
attracted, detain'd, captivated my attention: it was out of 
the power of all my modesty to command my eye away from it; 
and seeing nothing so very dreadful in its appearance, I 
insensibly lock'd away all my fears: but as fast as they 
gave way, new desires and strange wishes took place, and I 
melted as I gazed.  The fire of nature, that had so long 
lain dormant or conceal'd, began to break out, and made me 
feel my sex the first time.  He had now changed his posture, 
and swam prone on his belly, striking out with his 
legs and arms, finer modell'd than which could not have 
been cast, whilst his floating locks played over a neck and 
shoulders whose whiteness they delightfully set off.  Then 
the luxuriant swell of flesh that rose form the small of 
his back, and terminated its double cope at where the 
thighs are sent off, perfectly dazzled one with its watery 
glistening gloss. 

</p>
               <p>"By this time I was so affected by this inward involution 
of sentiments, so soften'd by this sight, that now, 
betrayed into a sudden transition from extreme fears to extreme 
desires, I found these last so strong upon me, the 
heat of the weather too perhaps conspiring to exalt their 
rage, that nature almost fainted under them.  Not that I so 
much as knew precisely what was wanting to me: my only 
thought was that so sweet a creature as this youth seemed 
to me could only make me happy; but then, the little likelihood 
there was of compassing an acquaintance with him, or 
perhaps of ever seeing him again, dash'd my desires, and 
turn'd them into torments.  I was still gazing, with all 
the powers of my sight, on this bewitching object, when, in 
an instant, down he went.  I had heard of such things as a 
cramp seizing on even the best swimmers, and occasioning 
their being drowned; and imagining this so sudden eclipse 
to be owing to it, the inconceivable fondness this unknown 
lad had given birth to distracted me with the most killing 
terrors; insomuch, that my concern giving the wings, I flew 
to the door, open'd it, ran down to the canal, guided 
thither by the madness of my fears for him, and the intense 
desire of being an instrument to save him, though I was 
ignorant how, or by what means to effect it: but was it for 
fears, and a passion so sudden as mine, to reason? All this 
took up scarce the space of a few moments.  I had then just 
life enough to reach the green borders of the waterpiece, 
where wildly looking round for the young man, and missing 
him still, my fright and concern sunk me down in a deep 
swoon, which must have lasted me some time; for I did not 
come to myself till I was rous'd out of it by a  sense of 
pain that pierced me to the vitals, and awaked me to the 
most surprising circumstance of finding myself not only in 
the arms of this very same young gentleman I had been so 
solicitous to save, but taken at such an advantage in my 
unresisting condition that he had actually completed his 
entrance into me so far, that weakened as I was by all the 
preceding conflicts of mind I had suffer'd, and struck dumb 
by the violence of my surprise, I had neither the power to 
cry out nor the strength to disengage myself from his strenuous 
embraces, before, urging his point, he had forced his 
way and completely triumphed over my virginity, as he might 
now as well see by the streams of blood that follow'd his 
drawing out, as he had felt by the difficulties he had met 
with consummating his penetration.  But the sight of the 
blood, and the sense of my condition, had (as he told me 
afterwards), since the ungovernable rage of his passion was 
somewhat appeas'd, now wrought so far on him that at all 
risks, even of the worst consequences, he could not find in 
his heart to leave me, and make off, which he might easily 
have done.  I still lay all descompos'd in bleeding ruin, 
palpitating, speechless, unable to get off, and frightened, 
and fluttering like a poor wounded partridge, and ready to 
faint away again at the sense of what had befallen me.  The 
young gentleman was by me, kneeling, kissing my hand, and 
with tears in his eyes beseeching me to forgive him, and 
offering all the reparation in his power.  It is certain 
that could I, at the instant of regaining my senses, have 
called out, or taken the bloodiest revenge, I would not have 
stuck at it: the violation was attended too with such aggravating 
circumstances, though he was ignorant of them, since 
it was to my concern for the preservation of his life that I 
owed my ruin. 

</p>
               <p>"But how quick is the shift of passions from one extreme 
to another! and how little are they acquainted with the human 
heart who dispute it!  I could not see this amiable criminal, 
so suddenly the first object of my love, and as suddenly of 
my just hate, on his knees, bedewing my hand with his tears, 
without relenting.  He was still stark-naked, but my modesty 
had been already too much wounded, in essentials, to be so 
much shocked as I should have otherwise been with appearances 
only; in short, my anger ebbed so fast, and the tide of love 
return'd so strong upon me, that I felt it a point of my own 
happiness to forgive him.  The reproaches I made him were 
murmur'd in so soft a tone, my eyes met his with such glances, 
expressing more languor than resentment, that he could not 
but presume his forgiveness was at no desperate distance; 
but still he would not quit his posture of submission, till 
I had pronounced his pardon in form; which after the most 
fervent entreaties, protestations, and promises, I had not 
the power to withhold.  On which, with the utmost marks of a 
fear of again offending, he ventured to kiss my lips, which 
I neither declined nor resented; but on my mild expostulations 
with him upon the barbarity of his treatment, he 
explain'd the mystery of my ruin, if not entirely to the 
clearance, at least much to the alleviation of his guilt, in 
the eyes of a judge so partial in his favour as I was grown. 

</p>
               <p>"Its seems that the circumstance of his going down, or 
sinking, which in my extreme ignorance I had mistaken for 
something very fatal, was no other than a trick of diving 
which I had not ever heard, or at least attended to, the 
mention of: and he was so long-breath'd at it, that in the 
few moments in which I ran out to save him, he had not yet 
emerged, before I fell into the swoon, in which, as he rose, 
seeing me extended on the bank, his first idea was that some 
young woman was upon some design of frolic or diversion with 
him, for he knew I could not have fallen a-sleep there without 
his having seen me before: agreeably to which notion he 
had ventured to approach, and finding me without sign of life, 
and still perplex'd as he was what to think of the adventure, 
he took me in his arms at all hazards, and carried me into 
the summer-house, of which he observed the door open: there 
he laid me down on the couch, and tried, as he protested in 
good faith, by several means to bring me to myself again, 
till fired, as he said, beyond all bearing by the sight and 
touch of several parts of me which were unguardedly exposed 
to him, he could no longer govern his passion; and the less, 
as he was not quite sure that his first idea of this swoon 
being a feint was not the very truth of the case: seduced 
then by this flattering notion, and overcome by the present, 
as he styled them, superhuman temptations, combined with the 
solitude and seeming security of the attempt, he was not 
enough his own master not to make it.  Leaving me then just 
only whilst he fastened the door, he returned with redoubled 
eagerness to his prey: when, finding me still entranced, he 
ventured to place me as he pleased, whilst I felt, no more 
than the dead, what he was about, till the pain he put me to 
roused me just in time enough to be witness of a triumph I 
was not able to defeat, and now scarce regretted: for as he 
talked, the tone of his voice sounded, methought, so sweetly 
in my ears, the sensible nearness of so new and interesting 
an object to me wrought so powerfully upon me, that, in the 
rising perception of things in a new and pleasing light, I 
lost all sense of the past injury.  The young gentleman soon 
discern'd the symptoms of a reconciliation in my softened 
looks, and hastening to receive the seal of it from my lips, 
press'd them tenderly to pass his pardon in the return of a 
kiss so melting fiery, that the impression of it being carried 
to my heart, and thence to my new-discover'd sphere of 
Venus, I was melted into a softness that could refuse him 
nothing.  When now he managed his caresses and endearments 
so artfully as to insinuate the most soothing consolations 
for the past pain and the most pleasing expectations of 
future pleasure, but whilst mere modesty kept my eyes from 
seeing his and rather declined them,  I had a glimpse of 
that instrument of the mischief which was now, obviously 
even to me, who had scarce had snatches of a comparative 
observation of it, resuming its capacity to renew it, and 
grew greatly alarming with its increase of size, as he bore 
it no doubt designedly, hard and stiff against one of my 
hands carelessly dropt; but then he employ'd such tender 
prefacing, such winning progressions, that my returning 
passion of desire being now so strongly prompted by the 
engaging circumstances of the sight and incendiary touch of 
his naked glowing beauties, I yielded at length at the 
force of the present impressions, and he obtained of my 
tacit blushing consent all the gratifications of pleasure 
left in the power of my poor person to bestow, after he had 
cropt its richest flower, during my suspension of life and 
abilities to guard it. 

</p>
               <p>"Here, according to the rule laid down, I should stop; 
but I am so much in motion, that I could not if I would.  I 
shall only add, however, that I got home without the least 
discovery, or suspicion of what had happened.  I met my 
young ravisher several times after, whom I now passionately 
lov'd and who, tho' not of age to claim a small but independent 
fortune, would have married me; but as the accidents 
that prevented it, and their consequences which threw me on 
the publick, contain matters too moving and serious to introduce 
at present, I cut short here." 

</p>
               <p>Louisa, the brunette whom I mentioned at first, now 
took her turn to treat the company with her history.  I have 
already hinted to you the graces of her person, than which 
nothing could be more exquisitely touching; I repeat touching, 
as a just distinction from striking, which is ever a 
less lasting effect, and more generally belongs to the fair 
complexions: but leaving that decision to every one's taste, 
I proceed to give you Louisa's narrative as follows: 

</p>
               <p>"According to practical maxims of life, I ought to 
boast of my birth, since I owe it to pure love, without 
marriage; but this I know, it was scarce possible to inherit 
a stronger propensity to that cause of my being than I did. 
I was the rare production of the first essay of a journeyman 
cabinet-maker on his master's maid: the consequence of which 
was a big belly, and the loss of a place.  He was not in 
circumstances to do much for her; and yet, after all this 
blemish, she found means, after she had dropt her burthen 
and disposed of me to a poor relation's in the country, to 
repair it by marrying a pastry-cook here in London, in 
thriving business; on whom she soon, under favour of the 
complete ascendant he had given her over him, passed me for 
a child she had by her first husband.  I had, on that footing, 
been taken home, and was not six years old when this 
step-father died and left my mother in tolerable circumstances, 
and without any children by him.  As to my natural 
father, he had betaken himself to the sea; where, when the 
truth of things came out, I was told that he died, not 
immensely rich you may think, since he was no more than a 
common sailor.  As I grew up, under the eyes of my mother, 
who kept on the business, I could not but see, in her 
severe watchfulness, the marks of a slip which she did not 
care should be hereditary, but we no more choose our passions 
than our features or complexion, and the bent of 
mine was so strong to the forbidden pleasure, that it got 
the better, at length, of all her care and precaution.  I 
was scarce twelve years old before that part which she 
wanted so much to keep out of harm's way made me feel its 
impatience to be taken notice of, and come into play: already 
had it put forth the signs of forwardness in the 
sprout of a soft down over it, which had often flatter'd, 
and I might also say, grown under my constant touch and 
visitation, so pleas'd was I with what I took to be a kind 
of title to womanhood, that state I pin'd to be entr'd of, 
for the pleasures I conceiv'd were annexed to it; and now 
the growing importance of that part to me, and the new sensations 
in it, demolish'd at once all my girlish playthings 
and amusements.  Nature now pointed me strongly to more 
solid diversions, while all the stings of desire settled so 
fiercely in that little centre of them, that I could not 
mistake the spot I wanted a playfellow in. 

</p>
               <p>"I now shunn'd all company in which there was no hopes 
of coming at the object of my longings, and used to shut 
myself up, to indulge in solitude some tender meditation on 
the pleasures I strongly perceiv'd the overture of, in feeling 
and examining what nature assur'd me must be the chosen 
avenue, the gates for unknown bliss to enter at, that I 
panted after. 

</p>
               <p>"But these meditations only increas'd my disorder, and 
blew the fire that consumed me.  I was yet worse when, yielding 
at length to the insupportable irritations of the little 
fairy charm that tormented me, I seiz'd it with my fingers, 
teasing it to no end.  Sometimes, in the furious excitations 
of desire, I threw myself on the bed, spread my thighs 
abroad, and lay as it were expecting the longed-for relief, 
till finding my illusion, I shut and squeez'd them together 
again, burning and fretting.  In short, this dev'lish thing, 
with its impetuous girds and itching fires, led me such a 
life that I could neither night nor day be at peace with it 
or myself.  In time, however, I thought I had gained a prodigious 
prize, when figuring to myself that my fingers were 
something of the shape of what I pined for, I worked my way 
in for one of them with great agitation and delight; yet 
not without pain too did I deflower myself as far as it 
could reach; proceeding with such a fury of passion, in 
this solitary and last shift of pleasure, as extended me at 
length breathless on the bed in an amorous melting trance. 

</p>
               <p>"But frequency of use dulling the sensation, I soon 
began to perceive that this work was but a paltry shallow 
expedient that went but a little way to relieve me, and 
rather rais'd more flame than its dry and insignificant 
titillation could rightly appease. 

</p>
               <p>"Man alone, I almost instinctively knew, as well as by 
what I had industriously picked up at weddings and christenings, 
was possess'd of the only remedy that could reduce this 
rebellious disorder; but watch'd and overlook'd as I was, how 
to come at it was the point, and that, to all appearance, an 
invincible one; not that I did not rack my brains and invention 
how at once to elude my mother's vigilance, and procure 
myself the satisfaction of my impetuous curiosity and longings 
for this mighty and untasted pleasure.  At length, however, 
a singular chance did at once the work of a long course 
of alertness.  One day that we had dined at an acquaintance's 
over the way, together with a gentlewoman-lodger that occupied 
the first floor of our house, there started an indispensable 
necessity for my mother's going down to Greenwich 
to accompany her: the party was settled, when I do not know 
what genius whispered me to plead a headache, which I certainly 
had not, against my being included in a jaunt that I 
had not the least relish for.  The pretext however passed, 
and my mother, with much reluctance, prevailed with herself 
to go without me; but took particular care to see me safe 
home, where she consign'd me into the hands of an old 
trusty maid-servant, who served in the shop, for we had not 
a male creature in the house. 

</p>
               <p>"As soon as she was gone, I told the maid I would go up 
and lie down on our lodger's bed, mine not being made, with 
a charge to her at the same time not to disturb me, as it 
was only rest I wanted.  This injunction probably prov'd of 
eminent service to me.  As soon as I was got into the bedchamber, 
I unlaced my stays, and threw myself on the outside 
of the bed-cloaths, in all the loosest undress.  Here I gave 
myself up to the old insipid privy shifts of my self-viewing, 
self-touching, self-enjoying, in fine, to all the means of 
self-knowledge I could devise, in search of the pleasure that 
fled before me, and tantalized with that unknown something 
that was out of my reach; thus all only serv'd to enflame 
myself, and to provoke violently my desires, whilst the one 
thing needful to their satisfaction was not at hand, and I 
could have bit my fingers, for representing it so ill.  After 
then wearying and fatiguing myself with grasping shadows, 
whilst that most sensible part of me disdain'd to content 
itself with less than realities, the strong yearnings, the 
urgent struggles of nature towards the melting relief, and 
the extreme self-agitations I had used to come at it, had 
wearied and thrown me into a kind of unquiet sleep: for, if 
I tossed and threw about my limbs in proportion to the distraction 
of my dreams, as I had reason to believe I did, a 
bystander could not have help'd seeing all for love.  And 
one there was it seems; for waking out of my very short 
slumber, I found my hand lock'd in that of a young man, who 
was kneeling at my bed-side, and begging my pardon for his 
boldness: but that being a son to the lady to whom this bedchamber, 
he knew, belonged, he had slipp'd by the servant of 
the shop, as he supposed, unperceiv'd, when finding me asleep, 
his first ideas were to withdraw; but that he had been fix'd 
and detain'd there by a power he could better account for 
than resist. 

</p>
               <p>"What shall I say? my emotions of fear and surprize 
were instantly subdued by those of the pleasure I bespoke 
in great presence of mind from the turn this adventure might 
take.  He seem'd to me no other than a pitying angel, dropt 
out of the clouds: for he was young and perfectly handsome, 
which was more than even I had asked for; man, in general, 
being all that my utmost desires had pointed at.  I thought 
then I could not put too much encouragement into my eyes and 
voice; I regretted no leading advances; no matter for his 
after-opinion of my forwardness, so it might bring him to 
the point of answering my pressing demands of present case; 
it was not now with his thoughts, but his actions, that my 
business immediately lay.  I rais'd then my head, and told 
him, in a soft tone that tended to prescribe the same key to 
him, that his mamma was gone out and would not return till 
late at night: which I thought no bad hint; but as it prov'd, 
I had nothing of a novice to deal with.  The impressions I 
had made on him from the discoveries I had betrayed of my 
person in the disordered motions of it, during his view of 
me asleep, had, as he afterwards told me, so fix'd and charmingly 
prepar'd him, that, had I known his dispositions, I 
had more to hope from his violence than to fear from his 
respect; and even less than the extreme tenderness which I 
threw into my voice and eyes, would have served to encourage 
him to make the most of the opportunity.  Finding then that 
his kisses, imprinted on my hand, were taken as tamely as he 
could wish, he rose to my lips; and glewing his to them, made 
me so faint with over-coming joy and pleasure that I fell 
back, and he with me, in course, on the bed, upon which I 
had, by insensibly shifting from the side to near the middle, 
invitingly made room for him.  He is now lain down by me, 
and the minutes being too precious to consume in untimely 
ceremony, or dalliance, my youth proceeds immediately to 
those extremities, which all my looks, flushing and palpitations 
had assured him he might attempt without the fear of 
repulse: those rogues, the men, read us admirably on these 
occasions.  I lay then at length panting for the imminent 
attack, with wishes far beyond my fears, and for which it 
was scarce possible for a girl, barely thirteen, but all and 
well grown, to have better dispositions.  He threw up my 
petticoat and shift, whilst my thighs were, by an instinct 
of nature, unfolded to their best; and my desires had so 
thoroughly destroy'd all modesty in me, that even their 
being now naked and all laid open to him, was part of the 
prelude that pleasure deepen'd my blushes at, more than 
shame.  But when his hand, and touches, naturally attracted 
to their centre, made me feel all their wantonness and 
warmth in, and round it, oh! how immensely different a 
sense of things did I perceive there, than when under my 
own insipid handling!  And now his waistcoat was unbuttoned, 
and the confinement of the breeches burst through, when out 
started to view the amazing, pleasing object of all my 
wishes, all my dreams, all my love, the king member indeed! 
I gaz'd at, I devoured it, at length and breadth, with my 
eyes intently directed to it, till his getting upon me, and 
placing it between my thighs, took from me the enjoyment of 
its sight, to give me a far more grateful one in its touch, 
in that part where its touch is so exquisitely affecting. 
Applying it then to the minute opening, for such at that age 
it certainly was, I met with too much good will, I felt with 
too great a rapture of pleasure the first insertion of it, 
to heed much the pain that followed: I thought nothing too 
dear to pay for this the richest treat of the senses; so 
that, split up, torn, bleeding, mangled, I was still superiorly 
pleas'd, and hugg'd the author of all this delicious 
ruin.  But when, soon after, he made his second attack, sore 
as every thing was, the smart was soon put away by the sovereign 
cordial; all my soft complainings were silenc'd, and 
the pain melting fast away into pleasure.  I abandon'd myself 
over to all its transports, and gave it the full possession 
of my whole body and soul; for now all thought was at an end 
with me; I lived but in what I felt only.  And who could 
describe those feelings, those agitations, yet exalted by 
the charm of their novelty and surprize? when that part of 
me which had so long hunger'd for the dear morsel that now 
so delightfully crammed it, forc'd all my vital sensations 
to fix their home there, during the stay of my beloved guest; 
who too soon paid me for his hearty welcome in a dissolvent, 
richer far than that I have heard of some queen treating her 
paramour with, in liquify'd pearl, and ravishingly pour'd 
into me, where, now myself too much melted to give it a dry 
reception, I hail'd it with the warmest confluence on my 
side, amidst all those extatic raptures, not unfamiliar I 
presume to this good company!  Thus, however, I arrived at 
the very top of all my wishes, by an accident unexpected 
indeed, but not so wonderful; for this young gentleman was 
just arriv'd in town from college, and came familiarly to 
his mother at her apartment, where he had once before been, 
though by mere chance.  I had not seen him: so that we knew 
one another by hear-say only; and finding me stretched on 
his mother's bed, he readily concluded, from her description 
who it was.  The rest you know. 

</p>
               <p>"This affair had however no ruinous consequences, the 
young gentleman escaping then, and many more times undiscover'd. 
But the warmth of my constitution, that made the 
pleasures of love a kind of necessary of life to me, having 
betray'd me into indiscretions fatal to my private fortune, 
I fell at length to the publick; from which, it is probable, 
I might have met with the worst of ruin if my better fate 
had not thrown me into this safe and agreeable refuge." 

</p>
               <p>Here Louisa ended; and these little histories having 
brought the time for the girls to retire, and to prepare 
for the revels of the evening, I staid with Mrs. Cole till 
Emily came and told us the company was met, and waited for 
us. 

</p>
            </div>
            <div>
               <head>Part 7</head>
               <p>On the landing-place of the first pair of stairs, we 
were met by a young gentleman, extremely well dress'd, and a 
very pretty figure, to whom I was to be indebted for the 
first essay of the pleasures of the house.  He saluted me 
with great gallantry, and handed me into the drawing room, 
the floor of which was overspread with a Turkey carpet, and 
all its furniture voluptuously adapted to every demand of 
the most study'd luxury; now too it was, by means of a profuse 
illumination, enliven'd by a light scarce inferior, and 
perhaps more favourable to joy, more tenderly pleasing, than 
that of broad sun-shine. 

</p>
               <p>On my entrance into the room, I had the satisfaction to 
hear a buzz of approbation run through the whole company 
which now consisted of four gentlemen, including my particular 
(this was the cant-term of the house for one's gallant 
for the time), the three young women, in a neat flowing 
dishabille, the mistress of the academy, and myself.  I was 
welcomed and saluted by a kiss all round, in which, however, 
it was easy to discover, in the superior warmth of that of 
the men, the distinction of the sexes. 

</p>
               <p>Aw'd and confounded as I was at seeing myself surrounded, 
caress'd, and made court to by so many strangers, 
I could not immediately familiarize myself to all that air 
of gaiety and joy which dictated their compliments, and 
animated their caresses. 

</p>
               <p>They assur'd me that I was so perfectly to their taste 
as to have but one fault against me, which I might easily be 
cur'd of, and that was my modesty: this, they observ'd, might 
pass for a beauty the more with those who wanted it for a 
heightener; but their maxim was, that it was an impertinent 
mixture, and dash'd the cup so as to spoil the sincere draught 
of pleasure; they consider'd it accordingly as their mortal 
enemy, and gave it no quarter wherever they met with it. 
This was a prologue not unworthy of the revels that ensu'd. 

</p>
               <p>In the midst of all the frolic and wantonnesses, which 
this joyous band had presently, and all naturally, run into, 
an elegant supper was serv'd in, and we sat down to it, my 
spark-elect placing himself next to me, and the other couples 
without order or ceremony.  The delicate cheer and good wine 
soon banish'd all reserve; the conversation grew as lively 
as could be wished, without taking too loose a turn: these 
professors of pleasure knew too well, to stale impressions 
of it, or evaporate the imagination in words, before the time 
of action.  Kisses however were snatch'd at times, or where a 
handkerchief round the neck interpos'd its feeble barrier, it 
was not extremely respected: the hands of the men went to 
work with their usual petulance, till the provocations on 
both sides rose to such a pitch that my particular's proposal 
for beginning the country-dances was received with instant 
assent: for, as he laughingly added, he fancied the instruments 
were in tune.  This was a signal for preparation, that 
the complaisant Mrs. Cole, who understood life, took for her 
cue of disappearing; no longer so fit for personal service 
herself, and content with having settled the order of battle, 
she left us the field, to fight it out at discretion. 

</p>
               <p>As soon as she was gone, the table was remov'd form the 
middle, and became a side-board; a couch was brought into 
its place, of which when I whisperingly inquired the reason, 
of my particular, he told me that as it was chiefly on my 
account that this convention was met, the parties intended 
at once to humour their taste of variety in pleasures, and 
by an open publick enjoyment, to see me broke of any taint 
of reserve or modesty, which they look'd on as the poison 
of joy; that though they occasionally preached pleasure, 
and lived up to the text, they did not enthusiastically set 
up for missionaries, and only indulg'd themselves in the 
delights of a practical instruction of all the pretty women 
they lik'd well enough to bestow it upon, and who fell properly 
in the way of it; but that as such a proposal might 
be too violent, too shocking for a young beginner, the old 
standers were to set an example, which he hoped I would not 
be averse to follow, since it was to him I was devolv'd in 
favour of the first experiment; but that still I was perfectly 
at my liberty to refuse the party, which being in its 
nature one of pleasure, suppos'd an exclusion of all force 
or constraint. 

</p>
               <p>My countenance expressed, no doubt, my surprise as my 
silence did my acquiescence.  I was now embarked, and 
thoroughly determined on any voyage the company would take 
me on. 

</p>
               <p>The first that stood up, to open the ball, were a cornet 
of horse, and that sweetest of olive-beauties, the soft 
and amorous Louisa.  He led her to the couch "nothing loth," 
on which he gave her the fall, and extended her at her 
length with an air of roughness and vigour, relishing high 
of amorous eagerness and impatience.  The girl, spreading 
herself to the best advantage, with her head upon the pillow, 
was so concentred in what she was about, that our presence 
seemed the least of her care and concern.  Her petticoats, 
thrown up with her shift, discovered to the company the 
finest turn'd legs and thighs that could be imagined, and in 
broad display, that gave us a full view of that delicious 
cleft of flesh into which the pleasing hair-grown mount over 
it, parted and presented a most inviting entrance between 
two close-hedges, delicately soft and pouting.  Her gallant 
was now ready, having disencumber'd himself from his cloaths, 
overloaded with lace, and presently, his shirt removed, shew'd 
us his forces in high plight, bandied and ready for action. 
But giving us no time to consider the dimensions, he threw 
himself instantly over his charming antagonist, who receiv'd 
him as he pushed at once dead at mark like a heroine, without 
flinching; for surely never was girl constitutionally truer 
to the taste of joy, or sincerer in the expressions of its 
sensations, than she was: we could observe pleasure lighten 
in her eyes, as he introduc'd his plenipotentiary instrument 
into her; till, at length, having indulg'd her to its utmost 
reach, its irritations grew so violent, and gave her the 
spurs so furiously, that collected within herself, and lost 
to everything but the enjoyment of her favourite feelings, 
she retorted his thrusts with a just concert of springy 
heaves, keeping time so exactly with the most pathetic sighs, 
that one might have number'd the strokes in agitation by 
their distinct murmurs, whilst her active limbs kept wreathing 
and intertwisting with his, in convulsive folds: then 
the turtle-billing kisses, and the poignant painless lovebites, 
which they both exchang'd in a rage of delight, all 
conspiring towards the melting period.  It soon came on when 
Louisa, in the ravings of her pleasure-frenzy, impotent of 
all restraint, cried out:  "Oh Sir! . . . Good Sir! . . . 
pray do not spare me! ah! ah! . . ."  All her accents now 
faltering into heart-fetched sighs, she clos'd her eyes in 
the sweet death, in the instant of which she was embalm'd by 
an injection, of which we could easily see the signs in the 
quiet, dying, languid posture of her late so furious driver, 
who was stopp'd of a sudden, breathing short, panting, and, 
for the time, giving up the spirit of pleasure.  As soon as 
he was dismounted, Louisa sprung up, shook her petticoats, 
and running up to me, gave me a kiss and drew me to the 
side-board, to which she was herself handed by her gallant, 
where they made me pledge them in a glass of wine, and toast 
a droll health of Louisa's proposal in high frolic. 

</p>
               <p>By this time the second couple was ready to enter the 
lists: which were a young baronet, and that delicatest of 
charmers, the winning, tender Harriet.  My gentle esquire 
came to acquaint me with it, and brought me back to the 
scene of action. 

</p>
               <p>And, surely, never did one of her profession accompany 
her dispositions for the bare-faced part she was engaged to 
play with such a peculiar grace of sweetness, modesty and 
yielding coyness, as she did.  All her air and motions 
breath'd only unreserv'd, unlimited complaisance without the 
least mixture of impudence, or prostitution.  But what was 
yet more surprising, her spark-elect, in the midst of the 
dissolution of a publick open enjoyment, doted on her to distraction, 
and had, by dint of love and sentiments, touched 
her heart, tho' for a while the restraint of their engagement 
to the house laid him under a kind of necessity of complying 
with an institution which himself had had the greatest share 
in establishing. 

</p>
               <p>Harriet was then led to the vacant couch by her gallant, 
blushing as she look'd at me, and with eyes made to justify 
any thing, tenderly bespeaking of me the most favourable 
construction of the step she was thus irresistibly drawn 
into. 

</p>
               <p>Her lover, for such he was, sat her down at the foot of 
the couch, and passing his arm round her neck, preluded with 
a kiss fervently applied to her lips, that visibly gave her 
life and spirit to go thro' with the scene; and as he kiss'd, 
he gently inclined her head, till it fell back on a pillow 
disposed to receive it, and leaning himself down  all the way 
with her, at once countenanc'd and endear'd her fall to her. 
There, as if he had guess'd our wishes, or meant to gratify 
at once his pleasure and his pride, in being the master, by 
the title of present possession, of beauties delicate beyond 
imagination, he discovered her breasts to his own touch, and 
our common view; but oh! what delicious manuals of love 
devotion! how inimitable fine moulded! small, round, firm, 
and excellently white: the grain of their skin, so soothing, 
so flattering to the touch! and their nipples, that crown'd 
them, the sweetest buds of beauty.  When he had feasted his 
eyes with the touch and perusal, feasted his lips with kisses 
of the highest relish, imprinted on those all-delicious twin 
orbs, the proceeded downwards. 

</p>
               <p>Her legs still kept the ground; and now, with the tenderest 
attention not to shock or alarm her too suddenly, he, 
by degrees, rather stole than rolled up her petticoats; at 
which, as if a signal had been given, Louisa and Emily took 
hold of her legs, in pure wantonness, and, in ease to her, 
kept them stretched wide abroad.  Then lay exposed, or, to 
speak more properly, display'd the greatest parade in nature 
of female charms.  The whole company, who, except myself, 
had often seen them, seemed as much dazzled, surpriz'd and 
delighted, as any one could be who had now beheld them for 
the first time.  Beauties so excessive could not but enjoy 
the privileges of eternal novelty.  Her thighs were so exquisitely 
fashioned, that either more in, or more out of 
flesh than they were, they would have declined from that 
point of perfection they presented.  But what infinitely 
enrich'd and adorn'd them, was the sweet intersection formed, 
where they met, at the bottom of the smoothest, roundest, 
whitest belly, by that central furrow which nature had sunk 
there, between, the soft relieve of two pouting ridges, and 
which in this was in perfect symmetry of delicacy and miniature 
with the rest of her frame.  No! nothing in nature could 
be of a beautifuller cut; then, the dark umbrage of the downy 
spring-moss that over-arched it bestowed, on the luxury of 
the landscape, a touching warmth, a tender finishing, beyond 
the expression of words, or even the paint of thought. 

</p>
               <p>Her truly enamour'd gallant, who had stood absorbed and 
engrossed by the pleasure of the sight long enough to afford 
us time to feast ours (no fear of glutting!) addressed himself 
at length to the materials of enjoyment, and lifting 
the linen veil that hung between us and his master member of 
the revels, exhibited one whose eminent size proclaimed the 
owner a true woman's hero.  He was, besides, in every other 
respect an accomplish'd gentleman, and in the bloom and 
vigour of youth.  Standing then between Harriet's legs, which 
were supported by her two companions at their widest extension, 
with one hand he gently disclosed the lips of that 
luscious mouth of nature, whilst with the other, he  stooped 
his mighty machine to its lure, from the height of his stiff 
stand-up towards his belly; the lips, kept open by his fingers, 
received its broad shelving head of coral hue: and 
when he had nestled it in, he hovered there a little, and 
the girls then deliver'd over to his hips the agreeable 
office of supporting her thighs; and now, as if meant to spin 
out his pleasure, and give it the more play for its life, he 
passed up his instrument so slow that we lost sight of it 
inch by inch, till at length it was wholly taken into the 
soft laboratory of love, and the mossy mounts of each fairly 
met together.  In the mean time, we could plainly mark the 
prodigious effect the progressions of this delightful energy 
wrought in this delicious girl, gradually heightening her 
beauty as they heightened her pleasure.  Her countenance and 
whole frame grew more animated; the faint blush of her cheeks, 
gaining ground on the white, deepened into a florid vivid 
vermilion glow, her naturally brilliant eyes now sparkled 
with ten-fold lustre; her languor was vanish'd, and she 
appeared, quick spirited, and alive all over.  He now fixed, 
nailed, this tender creature with his home-driven wedge, so 
that she lay passive by force, and unable to stir, till 
beginning to play a strain of arms against this vein of 
delicacy, as he urged the to-and-fro confriction, he awaken'd, 
rous'd, and touch'd her so to the heart, that unable to 
contain herself, she could not but reply to his motions as 
briskly as her nicety of frame would admit of, till the 
raging stings of the pleasure rising towards the point, made 
her wild with the intolerable sensations of it, and she now 
threw her legs and arms about at random, as she lay lost in 
the sweet transport; which on his side declared itself by 
quicker, eager thrusts, convulsive gasps, burning sighs, 
swift laborious breathings, eyes darting humid fires: all 
faithful tokens of the imminent approaches of the last gasp 
of joy.  It came on at length: the baronet led the extasy, 
which she critically joined in, as she felt the melting 
symptoms from him, in the nick of which glewing more ardently 
than ever his lips to hers, he shewed all the signs of that 
agony of bliss being strong upon him, in which he gave her 
the finishing titillation; inly thrill'd with which, we saw 
plainly that she answered it down with all effusion of spirit 
and matter she was mistress of, whilst a general soft shudder 
ran through all her limbs, which she gave a stretch-out of, 
and lay motionless, breathless, dying with dear delight; and 
in the height of its expression, shewing, through the nearly 
closed lids of her eyes, just the edges of their black, the 
rest being rolled strongly upwards in their extasy; then her 
sweet mouth appear'd languishingly open, with the tip of her 
tongue leaning negligently towards the lower range of her 
white teeth, whilst the natural ruby colour of her lips 
glowed with heightened life.  Was not this a subject to 
dwell upon?  And accordingly her lover still kept on her, 
with an abiding delectation, till compressed, squeezed and 
distilled to the last drop, he took leave with one fervent 
kiss, expressing satisfy'd desires, but unextinguish'd love. 

</p>
               <p>As soon as he was off, I ran to her, and sitting down 
on the couch by her, rais'd her head, which she declin'd 
gently, and hung on my bosom, to hide her blushes and confusion 
at what had pass'd, till by degrees she recomposed 
herself and accepted of a restorative glass of wine from my 
spark, who had left me to fetch it her, whilst her own was 
re-adjusting his affairs and buttoning up; after which he 
led her, leaning languishingly upon him, to our stand of 
view round the couch. 

</p>
               <p>And now Emily's partner had taken her out for her 
share in the dance, when this transcendently fair and sweet 
tempered creature readily stood up; and if a complexion to 
put the rose and lily out of countenance, extreme pretty 
features, and that florid health and bloom for which the 
country-girls are so lovely, might pass her for a beauty, 
this she certainly was, and one ot the most striking of the 
fair ones. 

</p>
               <p>Her gallant began first, as she stood, to disengage her 
breasts, and restore them to the liberty of nature, from the 
easy confinement of no more than a pair of jumps; but on 
their coming out to view, we thought a new light was added 
to the room, so superiourly shining was their whiteness; 
then they rose in so happy a swell as to compose her a wellformed 
fulness of bosom, that had such an effect on the eye 
as to seem flesh hardening into marble, of which it emulated 
the polished gloss, and far surpassed even the whitest, in 
the life and lustre of its colours, white veined with blue. 
Refrain who could from such provoking enticements to it in 
reach?  He touched her breasts, first lightly, when the 
glossy smoothness of the skin eluded his hand, and made it 
slip along the surface; he press'd them, and the springy 
flesh that filled them thus pitted by force, rose again 
reboundingly with his hand, and on the instant effac'd the 
pressure: and alike indeed was the consistence of all those 
parts of her body throughout, where the fulness of flesh 
compacts and constitutes all that fine firmness which the 
touch is so highly attach'd to.  When he had thus largely 
pleased himself with this branch of dalliance and delight, 
he truss'd up her petticoat and shift in a wisp to her waist, 
where being tuck'd in, she stood fairly naked on every side; 
a blush at this overspread her lovely face, and her eyes down 
cast to the ground seemed to be for quarter, when she had so 
great a right to triumph in all the treasures of youth and 
beauty that she now so victoriously display'd.  Her legs were 
perfectly well shaped and her thighs, which she kept pretty 
close, shewed so white, so round, so substantial and abounding 
in firm flesh, that nothing could offer a stronger recommendation 
to the luxury of the touch, which he accordingly 
did not fail to indulge himself in.  Then gently removing her 
hand, which in the first emotion of natural modesty she had 
carried thither, he gave us rather a glimpse than a view of 
that soft narrow chink running its little length downwards 
and hiding the remains of it between her thighs; but plain 
was to be seen the fringe of light-brown curls, in beauteous 
growth over it, that with their silky gloss created a pleasing 
variety from the surrounding white, whose lustre too, 
their gentle embrowning shade, considerably raised.  Her 
spark then endeavoured, as she stood, by disclosing her 
thighs, to gain us a completer sight of that central charm 
of attraction, but not obtaining it so conveniently in that 
attitude, he led her to the foot of the couch, and bringing 
to it one of the pillows, gently inclin'd her head down, so 
that as she leaned with it over her crossed hands, straddling 
with her thighs wide spread, and jutting her body out, 
she presented a full back view of her person, naked to the 
waist.  Her posteriours, plump, smooth, and prominent, 
form'd luxuriant tracts of animated snow, that splendidly 
filled the eye, till it was commanded down the parting or 
separation of those exquisitely white cliffs, by their 
narrow vale, and was there stopt, and attracted by the embowered 
bottom-cavity, that terminated this delightful 
vista and stood moderately gaping from the influence of her 
bended posture, so that the agreeable, interior red of the 
sides of the orifice came into view, and with respect to 
the white that dazzled round it, gave somewhat the idea of 
a pink slash in the glossiest white satin.  Her gallant, 
who was a gentleman about thirty, somewhat inclin'd to a 
fatness that was in no sort displeasing, improving the hint 
thus tendered him of this mode of enjoyment, after settling 
her well in this posture, and encouraging her with kisses 
and caresses to stand him through, drew out his affair ready 
erected, and whose extreme length, rather disproportion'd to 
its breadth, was the more surprizing, as that excess is not 
often the case with those of his corpulent habit; making 
then the right and direct application, he drove it up to the 
guard, whilst the round bulge of those Turkish beauties of 
her's tallying with the hollow made with the bent of his 
belly and thighs, as they curved inwards, brought all those 
parts, surely not undelightfully, into warm touch, and close 
conjunction; his hands he kept passing round her body, and 
employed in toying with her enchanting breasts.  As soon too 
as she felt him at home as he could reach, she lifted her 
head a little from the pillow, and turning her neck, without 
much straining, but her cheeks glowing with the deepest scarlet, 
and a smile of the tenderest satisfaction, met the kiss 
he press'd forward to give her as they were thus close joined 
together: when leaving him to pursue his delights, she hid 
again her face and blushes with her hands and pillow, and 
thus stood passively and as favourably too as she could, 
whilst he kept laying at her with repeated thrusts and making 
the meeting flesh on both sides resound again with the violence 
of them; then ever as he backen'd from her, we could 
see between them part of his long whitestaff foamingly in 
motion, till, as he went on again and closed with her, the 
interposing hillocks took it out of sight.  Sometimes he took 
his hands from the semi-globes of her bosoms, and transferred 
the pressure of them to those larger ones, the present subjects 
of his soft blockade, which he squeez'd, grasp'd and 
play'd with, till at length a pursuit of driving, so hotly 
urged, brought on the height of the fit, with such overpowering 
pleasure, that his fair partner became, now necessary to 
support him, panting, fainting and dying as he discharged; 
which she no sooner felt the killing sweetness of, than unable 
to keep her legs, and yielding to the mighty intoxication, 
she reeled, and falling forward on the couch, made it 
a necessity for him, if he would preserve the warm pleasure-hold, 
to fall upon her, where they perfected, in a continued 
conjunction of body and extatic flow, their scheme of joys 
for that time. 

</p>
               <p>As soon as he had disengag'd, the charming Emily got up, 
and we crowded round her with congratulations and other officious 
little services; for it is to be noted, that though all 
modesty and reserve were banished from the transaction of 
these pleasures, good manners and politeness were inviolably 
observ'd: here was no gross ribaldry, no offensive or rude 
behaviour, or ungenerous reproaches to the girls for their 
compliance with the humours and desires of the men.  On the 
contrary, nothing was wanting to soothe, encourage, and 
soften the sense of their condition to them.  Men know not 
in general how much they destroy of their own pleasure, when 
they break through the respect and tenderness due to our sex, 
and even to those of it who live only by pleasing them.  And 
this was a maxim perfectly well understood by these polite 
voluptuaries, these profound adepts in the great art and science 
of pleasure, who never shew'd these votaries of theirs a 
more tender respect than at the time of those exercises of 
their complaisance, when they unlock'd their treasures of 
concealed beauty, and shewed out in the pride of their native 
charms, ever-more touching surely than when they paraded it 
in the artificial ones of dress and ornament. 

</p>
               <p>The frolick was now come round to me, and it being my 
turn of subscription to the will and pleasure of my particular 
elect, as well as to that of the company, he came to me, 
and saluting me very tenderly, with a flattering eagerness, 
put me in mind of the compliances my presence there authoriz'd 
the hopes of, and at the same time repeated to me that 
if all this force of example had not surmounted any repugnance 
I might have to concur with the humours and desires of 
the company, that though the play was bespoke for my benefit, 
and great as his own private disappointment might be, he 
would suffer any thing, sooner than be the instrument of imposing 
a disagreeable task on me. 

</p>
               <p>To this I answered, without the least hesitation or 
mincing grimace, that had I not even contracted a kind of 
engagement to be at his disposal without the least reserve, 
the example of such agreeable companions would alone determine 
me and that I was in no pain about any thing but my 
appearing to so great a disadvantage after such superior 
beauties.  And take notice that I thought as I spoke.  The 
frankness of the answer pleas'd them all; my particular was 
complimented on his acquisition, and, by way of indirect 
flattery to me, openly envied. 

</p>
               <p>Mrs. Cole, by the way, could not have given me a greater 
mark of her regard than in managing for me the choice of this 
young gentleman for my master of the ceremonies: for, independent 
of his noble birth and the great fortune he was heir 
to, his person was even uncommonly pleasing, well shaped and 
tall; his face mark'd with the small-pox, but no more than 
what added a grace of more manliness to features rather turned 
to softness and delicacy, was marvellously enliven'd by 
eyes which were of the clearest sparkling black; in short, he 
was one whom any woman would, in the familiar style, readily 
call a very pretty fellow. 

</p>
               <p>I was now handed by him to the cock-pit of our match, 
where, as I was dressed in nothing but a white morning gown, 
he vouchsafed to play the male-Abigail on this occasion, and 
spared me the confusion that would have attended the forwardness 
of undressing myself: my gown then was loosen'd in a 
trice, and I divested of it; my stay next offered an obstacle 
which readily gave way, Louisa very readily furnishing a pair 
of scissors to cut the lace; off went that shell and dropping 
my upper-coat, I was reduced to my under one and my shift, 
the open bosom of which gave the hands and eyes all the liberty 
they could wish.  Here I imagin'd the stripping was to 
stop, but I reckoned short: my spark, at the desire of the 
rest, tenderly begged that I would not suffer the small remains 
of a covering to rob them of a full view of my whole 
person; and for me, who was too flexibly obsequious to dispute 
any point with them, and who considered the little more 
that remain'd as very immaterial, I readily assented to whatever 
he pleased.  In an instant, then, my under-petticoat was 
untied and at my feet, and my shift drawn over my head, so 
that my cap, slightly fasten'd, came off with it, and brought 
all my hair down (of which, be it again remembered without 
vanity, that I had a very fine head) in loose disorderly ringlets, 
over my neck and shoulders, to the not unfavourable 
set-off of my skin. 

</p>
               <p>I now stood before my judges in all the truth of nature, 
to whom I could not appear a very disagreeable figure, if you 
please to recollect what I have before said of my person, 
which time, that at certain periods of life robs us every 
instant of our charms, had, at that of mine, then greatly 
improved into full and open bloom, for I wanted some months 
of eighteen.  My breasts, which in the state of nudity are 
ever capital points, now in no more than in graceful plenitude, 
maintained a firmness and steady independence of any 
stay or support that dared and invited the test of the touch. 
Then I was as tall, as slim-shaped as could be consistent 
with all that juicy plumpness of flesh, ever the most grateful 
to the senses of sight and touch, which I owed to the 
health and youth of my constitution.  I had not, however, so 
thoroughly renounc'd all innate shame as not to suffer great 
confusion at the state I saw myself in; but the whole troop 
round me, men and women, relieved me with every mark of applause 
and satisfaction, every flattering attention to raise 
and inspire me with even sentiments of pride on the figure I 
made, which, my friend gallantly protested, infinitely outshone 
all other birthday finery whatever; so that had I leave 
to set down, for sincere, all the compliments these connoisseurs 
overwhelmed me with upon this occasion, I might flatter 
myself with having pass'd my examination with the approbation 
of the learned. 

</p>
               <p>My friend however, who for this time had alone the disposal 
of me, humoured their curiosity, and perhaps his own, 
so far that he placed me in all the variety of postures and 
lights imaginable, pointing out every beauty under every aspect 
of it, not without such parentheses of kisses, such inflammatory 
liberties of his roving hands, as made all shame 
fly before them, and a blushing glow give place to a warmer 
one of desire, which led me even to find some relish in the 
present scene. 

</p>
               <p>But in this general survey, you may be sure, the most 
material spot of me was not excus'd the strictest visitation; 
nor was it but agreed, that I had not the least reason to be 
diffident of passing even for a maid, on occasion: so inconsiderable 
a flaw had my preceding adventures created there, 
and so soon had the blemish of an over-stretch been repaired 
and worn out at my age, and in my naturally small make in 
that part. 

</p>
               <p>Now, whether my partner had exhausted all the modes of 
regaling the touch or sight, or whether he was now ungovernably 
wound up to strike, I know not; but briskly throwing off 
his clothes, the prodigious heat bred by a close room, a 
great fire, numerous candles, and even the inflammatory 
warmth of these scenes, induced him to lay aside his shirt 
too, when his breeches, before loosen'd, now gave up their 
contents to view, and shew'd in front the enemy I had to engage 
with, stiffly bearing up the port of its head unhooded, 
and glowing red.  Then I plainly saw what I had to trust to: 
it was one of those just true-siz'd instruments, of which 
the masters have a better command than the more unwieldy, 
inordinate siz'd ones are generally under.  Straining me 
then close to his bosom, as he stood up fore-right against 
me and applying to the obvious niche its peculiar idol, he 
aimed at inserting it, which, as I forwardly favoured, he 
effected at once by canting up my thighs over his naked hips, 
and made me receive every inch, and close home; so that stuck 
upon the pleasure-pivot, and clinging round his neck, in 
which and in his hair I hid my face, burningly flushing with 
my present feelings as much as with shame, my bosom glew'd to 
his; he carried me once round the couch, on which he then, 
without quitting the middle-fastness, or dischannelling, laid 
me down, and began the pleasure-grist.  But so provokingly 
predisposed and primed as we were, by all the moving sights 
of the night, our imagination was too much heated not to melt 
us of the soonest: and accordingly, I no sooner felt the warm 
spray darted up my inwards from him, but I was punctually on 
flow, to share the momentary extasy; but I had yet greater 
reason to boast of out harmony: for finding that all the 
flames of desire were not yet quench'd within me, but that 
rather, like wetted coals, I glowed the fiercer for this 
sprinkling, my hot-mettled spark, sympathizing with me, and 
loaded for a double fire, recontinu'd the sweet battery with 
undying vigour; greatly pleas'd at which I gratefully endeavoured 
to accommodate all my motions to his best advantage 
and delight; kisses, squeezes, tender murmurs, all came into 
play, till our joys, growing more turbulent and riotous, 
threw us into a fond disorder, and as they raged to a point, 
bore us far from ourselves into an ocean of boundless pleasures, 
into which we both plunged together in a transport of 
taste.  Now all the impressions of burning desire, from the 
lively scenes I had been spectatress of, ripened by the heat 
of this exercise, and collecting to a head, throbb'd and agitated 
me with insupportable irritations: I did not now enjoy 
a calm of reason enough to perceive, but I extatically, indeed, 
felt the power of such rare and exquisite provocatives, 
as the examples of the night had proved towards thus exalting 
our pleasures: which, with great joy, I sensibly found my 
gallant shared in, by his nervous and home expressions of it: 
his eyes flashing eloquent flames, his action infuriated with 
the stings of it, all conspiring to rise my delight by assuring 
me of his.  Lifted then to the utmost pitch of joy that 
human life can bear,undestroyed by excess, I touch'd that 
sweetly critical point, whence scarce prevented by the injection 
from my partner, I dissolved, and breaking out into a 
deep drawn sigh, sent my whole sensitive soul down to that 
passage where escape was denied it, by its being so deliciously 
plugged and chok'd up.  Thus we lay a few blissful instants, 
overpowered, still, and languid; till, as the sense 
of pleasure stagnated, we recover'd from out trance, and he 
slipt out of me, not however before he had protested his extreme 
satisfaction by the tenderest kiss and embrace, as well 
as by the most cordial expressions. 

</p>
               <p>The company, who had stood round us in a profound 
silence, when all was over, help'd me to hurry on my cloaths 
in an instant, and complimented me on the sincere homage 
they could not escape observing had been done (as they 
termed it) to the sovereignty of my charms, in my receiving 
a double payment of tribute at one juncture.  But my partner, 
now dress'd again, signaliz'd, above all, a fondness unbated 
by the circumstance of recent enjoyment; the girls too kiss'd 
and embraced me, assuring me that for that time, or indeed 
any other, unless I pleased, I was to go thro' no farther 
publick trials, and that I was now consummatedly initiated, 
and one of them. 

</p>
               <p>As it was an inviolable law for every gallant to keep to 
his partner, for the night especially, and even till he 
relinquish'd possession over to the community, in order to 
preserve a pleasing property and to avoid the disgusts and 
indelicacy of another arrangement, the company, after a short 
refection of biscuits and wine, tea and chocolate, served in 
at now about one in the morning, broke up, and went off in 
pairs.  Mrs. Cole had prepared my spark and me an occasional 
field-bed, to which we retir'd, and there ended the night in 
one continued strain of pleasure, sprightly and uncloy'd 
enough for us not to have formed one wish for its ever knowing 
an end.  In the morning, after a restorative breakfast in bed, 
he got up, and with very tender assurances of a particular 
regard for me, left me to the composure and refreshment of a 
sweet slumber; waking out of which, and getting up to dress 
before Mrs. Cole should come in, I found in one of my pockets 
a purse of guineas, which he had slipt there; and just as I 
was musing on a liberality I had certainly not expected, Mrs. 
Cole came in, to whom I immediately communicated the present, 
and naturally offered her whatever share she pleas'd: but 
assuring me that the gentleman had very nobly rewarded her, 
she would on no terms, no entreaties, no shape I could put it 
in, receive any part of it.  Her denial, she observed, was 
not affectation of grimace, and proceeded to read me such 
admirable lessons on the economy of my person and my purse as 
I became amply paid for my general attention and conformity 
to in the course of my acquaintance with the town.  After 
which, changing the discourse, she fell on the pleasures of 
the preceding night, where I learn'd, without much surprize, 
as I began to enter on her character, that she had seen every 
thing that had passed, from a convenient place managed solely 
for that purpose, and of which she readily made me the 
confidante. 

</p>
               <p>She had scarce finish'd this, when the little troop of 
love, the girls my companions, broke in and renewed their 
compliments and caresses.  I observed with pleasure that the 
fatigues and exercises of the night had not usurped in the 
least on the life of their complexion, or the freshness of 
their bloom: this I found, by their confession, was owing to 
the management and advice of our rare directress.  They went 
down then to figure it, as usual, in the shop, whilst I 
repair'd to my lodgings, where I employed myself till I 
returned to dinner at Mrs. Cole's. 

</p>
               <p>Here I staid in constant amusement, with one or other 
of these charming girls, till about five in the evening; when 
seiz'd with a sudden drowsy fit, I was prevailed on to go up 
and doze it off on Harriet's bed, who left me on it to my 
repose.  There then I lay down in my cloaths and fell fast 
asleep, and had now enjoyed, by guess, about an hour's rest, 
when I was pleasingly disturbed by my new and favourite gallant, 
who, enquiring for me, was readily directed where to 
find me.  Coming then into my chamber, and seeing me lie 
alone, with my face turn'd from the light towards the inside 
of the bed, he, without more ado, just slipped off his 
breeches, for the greater ease and enjoyment of the naked 
touch; and softly turning up my petticoat and shift behind, 
opened the prospect of the back avenue to the genial seat of 
pleasure; where, as I lay at my side length, inclining rather 
face downward, I appeared full fair, and liable to be entered. 
/Laying himself then gently down by me, he invested me behind, 
and giving me to feel the warmth of his body as he applied 
his thighs and belly close to me, and the endeavours of that 
machine, whose touch has something so exquisitely singular in 
it, to make its way good into me.  I wak'd pretty much startled 
at first, but seeing who it was, disposed myself to turn 
to him, when he gave me a kiss, and desiring me to keep my 
posture, just lifted up my upper thigh, and ascertaining the 
right opening, soon drove it up to the farthest: satisfied 
with which, and solacing himself with lying so close in those 
parts, he suspended motion, and thus steeped in pleasure, 
kept me lying on my side, into him, spoon-fashion, as he 
term'd it, from the snug indent of the back part of my thighs, 
and all upwards, into the space of the bending between his 
thighs and belly; till, after some time, that restless and 
turbulent inmate, impatient by nature of longer quiet, urg'd 
him to action, which now prosecuting with all the usual train 
of toying, kissing, and the like, ended at length in the 
liquid proof on both sides, that we had not exhausted, or at 
least were quickly recruited of last night's draughts of 
pleasure in us. 

</p>
               <p>With this noble and agreeable youth liv'd I in perfect 
joy and constancy.  He was full bent on keeping me to himself, 
for the honey-month at least; but his stay in London was not 
even so long, his father, who had a post in Ireland, taking 
him abruptly with him on his repairing thither.  Yet even then 
I was near keeping hold of his affection and person, as he had 
propos'd, and I had consented to follow him in order to go to 
Ireland after him, as soon as he could be settled there; but 
meeting with an agreeable and advantageous match in that kingdom, 
he chose the wiser part, and forebore sending for me, but 
at the same time took care that I should receive a very magnificent 
present, which did not however compensate for all my 
deep regret on my loss of him. 

</p>
               <p>This event also created a chasm in our little society, 
which Mrs. Cole, on the foot of her usual caution, was in no 
haste to fill up; but then it redoubled her attention to procure 
me, in the advantages of a traffic for a counterfeit 
maidenhead, some consolation for the sort of widowhood I had 
been left in; and this was a scheme she had never lost prospect 
of, and only waited for a proper person to bring it to 
bear with. 

</p>
               <p>But I was, it seems, fated to be my own caterer in this, 
as I had been in my first trial of the market. 

</p>
               <p>I had now pass'd near a month in the enjoyment of all 
the pleasures of familiarity and society with my companions, 
whose particular favourites (the baronet excepted, who soon 
after took Harriet home) had all, on the terms of community 
establish'd in the house, solicited the gratification of 
their taste for variety in my embraces; but I had with the 
utmost art and address, on various pretexts, eluded their 
pursuit, without giving them cause to complain; and this 
reserve I used neither out of dislike of them, or disgust of 
the thing, but my true reason was my attachment to my own, 
and my tenderness of invading the choice of my companions, 
who outwardly exempt, as they seem'd, from jealousy, could 
not but in secret like me the better for the regard I had 
for, without making a merit of it to them.  Thus easy, and 
beloved by the whole family, did I go on; when one day, that, 
about five in the afternoon, I stepped over to a fruiterer's 
shop in Covent Garden, to pick some table fruit for myself 
and the young women, I met with the following adventure. 

</p>
               <p>Whilst I was chaffering for the fruit I wanted, I observ'd 
myself follow'd by a young gentleman, whose rich 
dress first attracted my notice; for the rest, he had nothing 
remarkable in his person, except that he was pale, 
thin-made, and ventur'd himself upon legs rather of the 
slenderest.  Easy was it to perceive, without seeming to 
perceive it, that it was me he wanted to be at; and keeping 
his eyes fixed on me, till he came to the same basket that 
I stood at, and cheapening, or rather giving the first 
price ask'd for the fruit, began his approaches.  Now most 
certainly I was not at all out of figure to pass for a modest 
girl.  I had neither the feathers nor fumet of a taudry town-miss: 
a straw hat, a white gown, clean linen, and above all, 
a certain natural and easy air of modesty (which the appearances 
of never forsook me, even on those occasions that I 
most broke in upon it, in practice) were all signs that gave 
him no opening to conjecture my condition.  He spoke to me; 
and this address from a stranger throwing a blush into my 
cheeks that still set him wider off the truth, I answered 
him with an aukwardness and confusion the more apt to impose, 
as there was really a mixture of the genuine in them.  But 
when proceeding, on the foot of having broken the ice, to 
join discourse, he went into other leading questions, I put 
so much innocence, simplicity, and even childishness into my 
answers that on no better foundation, liking my person as he 
did, I will answer for it, he would have been sworn for my 
modesty.  There is, in short, in the men, when once they are 
caught, by the eye especially, a fund of cullibility that 
their lordly wisdom little dreams of, and in virtue of which 
the most sagacious of them are seen so often our dupes. 
Amongst other queries he put to me, one was whether I was 
married.  I replied that I was too young to think of that 
this many a year.  To that of my age, I answered, and sunk 
a year upon him, passing myself for not seventeen.  As to my 
way of life, I told him I had serv'd an apprenticeship to a 
milliner in Preston, and was come to town after a relation, 
that I had found, on my arrival, was dead, and now liv'd 
journey-woman to a milliner in town.  That last article, 
indeed, was not much of the side of what I pretended to pass 
for; but it did pass, under favour of the growing passion I 
had inspir'd him with.  After he had next got out of me, 
very dextrously as he thought, what I had no sort of design 
to make reserve of, my own, my mistress's name, and place of 
abode, he loaded me with fruit, all the rarest and dearest 
he could pick out, and sent me home, pondering on what might 
be the consequence of this adventure. 

</p>
               <p>As soon then as I came to Mrs. Cole's, I related to her 
all that passed, on which she very judiciously concluded 
that if he did not come after me there was no harm done, and 
that, if he did, as her presage suggested to her he would, 
his character and his views should be well sifted, so as to 
know whether the game was worth the springs; that in the mean 
time nothing was easier than my part in it, since no more 
rested on me than to follow her cue and promptership throughout, 
to the last act. 

</p>
               <p>The next morning, after an evening spent on his side, as 
we afterwards learnt, in perquisitions into Mrs. Cole's character 
in the neighbourhood (than which nothing could be more 
favourable to her design upon him), my gentleman came in his 
chariot to the shop, where Mrs. Cole alone had an inkling of 
his errand.  Asking then for her, he easily made a beginning 
of acquaintance by be-speaking some millinery ware: when, as 
I sat without lifting up my eyes, and pursuing the hem of a 
ruffle with the utmost composure and simplicity of industry, 
Mrs. Cole took notice that the first impressions I made on 
him ran no risk of being destroyed by those of Louisa and 
Emily, who were then sitting at work by me.  After vainly 
endeavouring to catch my eyes in re-encounter with his (as I 
held my head down, affecting a kind of consciousness of guilt 
for having, by speaking to him, given him encouragement and 
means of following me), and after giving Mrs. Cole direction 
when to bring the things home herself, and the time he should 
expect them, he went out, taking with him some goods that he 
paid for liberally, for the better grace of his introduction. 

</p>
            </div>
            <div>
               <head>Part 8</head>
               <p>The girls all this time did not in the least smoke the 
mystery of this new customer; but Mrs. Cole, as soon as we 
were conveniently alone, insur'd me, in virtue of her long 
experience in these matters, that for this bout my charms had 
not miss'd fire; for that by his eagerness, his manner and 
looks, she was sure he had it: the only point now in doubt 
was his character and circumstances, which her knowledge of 
the town would soon gain her sufficient acquaintance with, to 
take her measures upon. 

</p>
               <p>And effectively, in a few hours, her intelligence serv'd 
her so well that she learn'd that this conquest of mine was 
no other than Mr. Norbert, a gentleman originally of great 
fortune, which, with a constitution naturally not the best, 
he had vastly impaired by his over-violent pursuit of the 
vices of the town; in the course of which, having worn out 
and stal'd all the more common modes of debauchery, he had 
fallen into a taste of maiden-hunting; in which chase he had 
ruin'd a number of girls, sparing no expence to compass his 
ends, and generally using them well till tired, or cool'd by 
enjoyment, or springing a new face, he could with more ease 
disembarrass himself of the old ones, and resign them to 
their fate, as his sphere of achievements of that sort lay 
only amongst such as he could proceed with by way of bargain 
and sale. 

</p>
               <p>Concluding from these premises, Mrs. Cole observ'd that 
a character of this sort was ever a lawful prize; that the 
sin would be, not to make the best of our market of him; and 
that she thought such a girl as I only too good for him at 
any rate, and on any terms. 

</p>
               <p>She went then, at the hour appointed, to his lodgings in 
one of our inns of court, which were furnished in a taste of 
grandeur that had a special eye to all the conveniences of 
luxury and pleasure.  Here she found him in ready waiting; 
and after finishing her pretence of business, and a long 
circuit of discussions concerning her trade, which she said 
was very bad, the qualities of her servants, 'prentices, 
journey-women, the discourse naturally landed at length on 
me, when Mrs. Cole, acting admirably the good old prating 
gossip, who lets every thing escape her when her tongue is 
set in motion, cooked him up a story so plausible of me, 
throwing in every now and then such strokes of art, with all 
the simplest air of nature, in praise of my person and temper, 
as finished him finely for her purpose, whilst nothing 
could be better counterfeited than her innocence of his.  But 
when now fired and on edge, he proceeded to drop hints of his 
design and views upon me, after he had with much confusion 
and pains brought her to the point (she kept as long aloof 
from as she thought proper) of understanding him, without now 
affecting to pass for a dragoness of virtue, by flying out 
into those violent and ever suspicious passions, she stuck 
with the better grace and effect to the character of a plain, 
good sort of a woman, that knew no harm, and that getting her 
bread in an honest way, was made of stuff easy and flexible 
enough to be wrought upon to his ends, by his superior skill 
and address; but, however, she managed so artfully that three 
or four meetings took place before he could obtain the least 
favourable hope of her assistance; without which, he had, by 
a number of fruitless messages, letters, and other direct 
trials of my disposition, convinced himself there was no 
coming at me, all which too rais'd at once my character and 
price with him. 

</p>
               <p>Regardful, however, of not carrying these difficulties 
to such a length as might afford time for starting discoveries, 
or incidents, unfavourable to her plan, she at last 
pretended to be won over by mere dint of entreaties, promises, 
and, above all, by the dazzling sum she took care to 
wind him up to the specification of, when it was now even a 
piece of art to feign, at once, a yielding to the allurements 
of a great interest, as a pretext for her yielding at all, 
and the manner of it such as might persuade him she had never 
dipp'd her virtuous fingers in an affair of that sort. 

</p>
               <p>Thus she led him through all the gradations of difficulty, 
and obstacles, necessary to enhance the balue of the 
prize he aim'd at; and in conclusion, he was so struck with 
the little beauty I was mistress of, and so eagerly bent on 
gaining his ends of me, that he left her even no room to 
boast of her management in bringing him up to her mark, he 
drove so plum of himself into every thing tending to make him 
swallow the bait.  Not but, in other respects, Mr. Norbert 
was not clear sighted enough, or that he did not perfectly 
know the town, and even by experience, the very branch of 
imposition now in practice upon him: but we had his passion 
our friend so much, he was so blinded and hurried on by it, 
that he would have thought any undeception a very ill office 
done to his pleasure.  Thus concurring, even precipitately, 
to the point she wanted him at, Mrs. Cole brought him at last 
to hug himself on the cheap bargain he consider'd the purchase 
of my imaginary jewel was to him, at no more than three 
hundred guineas to myself, and a hundred to the brokeress: 
being a slender recompense for all her pains, and all the 
scruples of conscience she had now sacrificed to him for this 
the first time of her life; which sums were to be paid down 
on the nail, upon livery of my person, exclusive of some no 
inconsiderable presents that had been made in the course of 
the negotiation: during which I had occasionally, but sparingly 
been introduc'd inbto his company, at proper times and 
hours; in which it is incredible how little it seem'd necessary 
to strain my natural disposition to modesty higher, in 
order to pass it upon him for that of a very maid: all my 
looks and gestures ever breathing nothing but that innocence 
which the men so ardently require in us, for no other end 
than to feast themselves with the pleasures of destroying it, 
and which they are so grievously, with all their skill, subject 
to mistakes in. 

</p>
               <p>When the articles of the treaty had been fully agreed 
on, the stipulated payments duly secur'd, and nothing now 
remained but the execution of the main point, which center'd 
in the surrender of my person up to his free disposal and 
use, Mrs. Cole managed her objections, especially to his 
lodgings, and insinuations so nicely, that it became his own 
mere notion and urgent request that this copy of a wedding 
should be finish'd at her house:  At first, indeed, she did 
not care, said she, to have such doings in it . . . she 
would not for a thousand pounds have any of the servants or 
'prentices know it . . . her precious good name would be gone 
forever—with the like excuses.  However, on superior objections 
to all other expedients, whilst she took care to start 
none but those which were most liable to them, it came round 
at last to the necessity of her obliging him in that conveniency, 
and of doing a little more where she had already done 
so much. 

</p>
               <p>The night then was fix'd, with all possible respect to 
the eagerness of his impatience, and in the mean time Mrs. 
Cole had omitted no instructions, nor even neglected any 
preparation, that might enable me to come off with honour, 
in regard to the appearance of my virginity, except that, 
favour'd as I was by nature with all the narrowness of 
stricture in that part requisite to conduct my designs, I 
had no occasion to borrow those auxiliaries of art that 
create a momentary one, easily discover'd by the test of a 
warm bath; and as to the usual sanguinary symptoms of defloration, 
which, if not always, are generally attendants on 
it, Mrs. Cole had made me the mistress of an invention of her 
own which could hardly miss its effect, and of which more in 
its place. 

</p>
               <p>Everything then being disposed and fix'd for Mr. Norbert's 
reception, he was, at the hour of eleven at night, 
with all the mysteries of silence and secrecy, let in by Mrs. 
Cole herself, and introduced into her bed-chamber, where, in 
an old-fashioned bed of her's, I lay, fully undressed, and 
panting, if not with the fears of a real maid, at least with 
those perhaps greater of a dissembled one which gave me an 
air of confusion and bashfulness that maiden-modesty had all 
the honour of, and was indeed scarce distinguishable from 
it, even by less partial eyes than those of my lover: so let 
me call him, for I ever thought the term "cully" too cruel a 
reproach to the men for their abused weakness for us. 

</p>
               <p>As soon as Mrs. Cole, after the old gossipery, on these 
occasions, us'd to young women abandoned for the first time 
to the will of man, had left us alone in her room, which, 
by-the-bye, was well lighted up, at his previous desire, that 
seemed to bode a stricter examination that he afterwards 
made, Mr. Norbert, still dressed, sprung towards the bed, 
where I got my head under the cloaths, and defended them a 
good while before he could even get at my lips, to kiss them: 
so true it is, that a false virtue, on this occasion, even 
makes a greater rout and resistance than a true one.  From 
thence he descended to my breasts, the feel I disputed tooth 
and nail with him till, tired with my resistance, and thinking 
probably to give a better account of me, when got into 
bed to me, he hurry'd his cloaths off in an instant, and 
came into bed. 

</p>
               <p>Mean while, by the glimpse I stole of him, I could 
easily discover a person far from promising any such doughty 
performances as the storming of maidenheads generally requires, 
and whose flimsy consumptive texture gave him more 
the air of an invalid that was pressed, than of a volunteer, 
on such hot service. 

</p>
               <p>At scarce thirty, he had already reduced his strength of 
appetite down to a wretched dependence on forc'd provocatives, 
very little seconded by the natural power of a body jaded and 
racked off to the lees by constant repeated over-draughts of 
pleasure, which had done the work of sixty winters on his 
springs of life: leaving him at the same time all the fire 
and heat of youth in his imagination, which served at once to 
torment and spur him down the precipice. 

</p>
               <p>As soon as he was in bed, he threw off the bed-cloaths, 
which I suffered him to force from my hold, and I now lay as 
expos'd as he could wish, not only to his attacks, but his 
visitation of the sheets; where in the various agitations of 
the body, through my endeavours to defend myself, he could 
easily assure himself there was no preparation: though, to do 
him justice, he seem'd a less strict examinant than I had 
apprehended from so experienc'd a practitioner.  My shift 
then he fairly tore open, finding I made too much use of it 
to barricade my breasts, as well as the more important 
avenue: yet in every thing else he proceeded with all the 
marks of tenderness and regard to me, whilst the art of my 
play was to shew none for him.  I acted then all the niceties, 
apprehensions, and terrors supposable for a girl perfectly 
innocent to feel at so great a novelty as a naked man 
in bed with her for the first time.  He scarce even obtained 
a kiss but what he ravished; I put his hand away twenty times 
from my breasts, where he had satisfied himself of their 
hardness and consistence, with passing for hitherto unhandled 
goods.  But when grown impatient for the main point, he now 
threw himself upon me, and first trying to examine me with 
his finger, sought to make himself further way, I complained 
of his usage bitterly:  I thought he would not have serv'd a 
body so . . . I was ruin'd . . . I did not know what I had 
done . . . I would get up, so I would . . .; and at the same 
time kept my thighs so fast locked, that it was not for 
strength like his to force them open, or do any good.  Finding 
thus my advantages, and that I had both my own and his 
motions at command, the deceiving him came so easy that it 
was perfectly playing upon velvet.  In the mean time his 
machine, which was one of those sizes that slip in and out 
without being minded, kept pretty stiffly bearing against 
that part, which the shutting my thighs barr'd access to; but 
finding, at length, he could do no good by mere dint of 
bodily strength, he resorted to entreaties and arguments: to 
which I only answer'd with a tone of shame and timidity, that 
I was afraid he would kill me . . . Lord! . . ., I would not 
be served so . . . I was never so used in all my born days . 
. . I wondered he was not ashamed of himself, so I did . . ., 
with such silly infantile moods of repulse and complaint as I 
judged best adapted to the express the character of innocence 
and affright.  Pretending, however, to yield at length to the 
vehemence of his insistence, in action and words, I sparingly 
disclosed my thighs, so that he could just touch the cloven 
inlet with the tip of his instrument: but as he fatigued and 
toil'd to get it in, a twist of my body, so as to receive it 
obliquely, not only thwarted his admission, but giving a 
scream, as if he had pierced me to the heart, I shook him off 
me with such violence that he could not with all his might to 
it, keep the saddle: vex'd indeed at this he seemed, but not 
in the style of any displeasure with me for my skittishness; 
on the contrary, I dare swear he held me the dearer, and 
hugged himself for the difficulties that even hurt his 
instant pleasure.  Fired, however, now beyond all bearance of 
delay, he remounts and begg'd of me to have patience, stroking 
and soothing me to it by all the tenderest endearments 
and protestations of what he would moreover do for me; at 
which, feigning to be something softened, and abating of the 
anger that I had shewn at his hurting me so prodigiously, I 
suffered him to lay my thighs aside, and make way for a new 
trial; but I watched the directions and management of his 
point so well, that no sooner was the orifice in the least 
open to it, but I gave such a timely jerk as seemed to proceed 
not from the evasion of his entry, but from the pain his 
efforts at it put me to: a circumstance too that I did not 
fail to accompany with proper gestures, sighs and cries of 
complaint, of which that he had hurt me . . . he kill'd me . 
. . I should die . . ., were the most frequent interjections. 
But now, after repeated attempts, in which he had not made 
the least impression towards gaining his point, at least for 
that time, the pleasure rose so fast upon him that he could 
not check or delay it, and in the vigour and fury which the 
approaches of the height of it inspir'd him, he made one 
fierce thrust, that had almost put me by my guard, and 
lodged it so far that I could feel the warm inspersion just 
within the exterior orifice, which I had the cruelty not to 
let him finish there, but threw him out again, not without a 
most piercing loud exclamation, as if the pain had put me 
beyond all regard of being overheard.  It was easy then to 
observe that he was more satisfy'd, more highly pleased with 
the supposed motives of his baulk of consummation, than he 
would have been at the full attainment of it.  It was on 
this foot that I solved to myself all the falsity I employed 
to procure him that blissful pleasure in it, which most 
certainly he would not have tasted in the truth of things. 
Eas'd however, and relieved by one discharge, he now apply'd 
himself to sooth, encourage and to put me into humour and 
patience to bear his next attempt, which he began to prepare 
and gather force for, from all the incentives of the touch 
and sight which he could think of, by examining every individual 
part of my whole body, which he declared his satisfaction 
with in raptures of applauses, kisses universally 
imprinted, and sparing no part of me, in all the eagerest 
wantonness  of feeling, seeing, and toying.  His vigour however 
did not return so soon, and I felt him more than once 
pushing at the door, but so little in a condition to break 
in, that I question whether he had the power to enter, had I 
held it ever so open; but this he then thought me too little 
acquainted with the nature of things to have any regret or 
confusion about, and he kept fatiguing himself and me for a 
long time, before he was in any state to resume his attacks 
with any prospect of success; and then I breath'd him so 
warmly, and kept him so at bay, that before he had made any 
sensible progress in point of penetration, he was deliciously 
sweated, and weary'd out indeed: so that it was deep in the 
morning before he achieved his second let-go, about half way 
of entrance, I all the while crying and complaining of his 
prodigious vigour, and the immensity of what I appear'd to 
suffer splitting up with.  Tired, however, at length, with 
such athletic drudgery, my champion began now to give out, 
and to gladly embrace the refreshment of some rest.  Kissing 
me then with much affection, and recommending me to my 
repose, he presently fell fast asleep: which, as soon as I 
had well satisfy'd myself of, I with much composure of body, 
so as not to wake him by any motion, with much ease and 
safety too, played of Mrs. Cole's advice for perfecting the 
signs of my virginity. 

</p>
               <p>In each of the head bed-posts, just above where the bedsteads 
are inserted into them, there was a small drawer, so 
artfully adapted to the mouldings of the timber-work, that it 
might have escap'd even the most curious search: which 
drawers were easily open'd or shut by the touch of a spring, 
and were fitted each with a shallow glass tumbler, full of a 
prepared fluid blood, in which lay soak'd, for ready use, a 
sponge that required no more than gently reaching the hand to 
it, taking it out and properly squeezing between the thighs, 
when it yielded a great deal more of the red liquid than 
would save a girl's honour; after which, replacing it, and 
touching the spring, all possibility of discovery, or even of 
suspicion, was taken away; and all this was not the work of 
the fourth part of a minute, and on which ever side one lay, 
the thing was equally easy and practicable, by the double 
care taken to have each bed-post provided alike.  True it is, 
that had he waked and caught me in the act, it would at least 
have covered me with shame and confusion; but then, that he 
did not, was, with the precautions I took, a risk of a thousand 
to one in my favour. 

</p>
               <p>At ease now, and out of all fear of any doubt or suspicion 
on his side, I address'd myself in good earnest to my 
repose, but could obtain none; and in about half an hour's 
time my gentleman waked again, and turning towards me, I 
feigned a sound sleep, which he did not long respect; but 
girding himself again to renew the onset, he began to kiss 
and caress me, when now making as if I just wak'd, I complained 
of the disturbance, and of the cruel pain that this 
little rest had stole my senses from.  Eager, however, for 
the pleasure, as well of consummating an entire triumph over 
my virginity, he said everything that could overcome my 
resistance, and bribe my patience to the end, which not I was 
ready to listen to, from being secure of the bloody proofs I 
had prepared of his victorious violence, though I still 
thought it good policy not to let him in yet a while.  I 
answered then only to his importunities in sighs and moans 
that I was so hurt, I could not bear it . . . I was sure he 
had done me a mischief; that he had . . . he was such a sad 
man!  At this, turning down the cloaths and viewing the field 
of battle by the glimmer of a dying taper, he saw plainly my 
thighs, shift, and sheets, all stained with what he readily 
took for a virgin effusion, proceeding from his last half-penetration: 
convinc'd, and transported at which, nothing 
could equal his joy and exultation.  The illusion was complete, 
no other conception entered his head but that of his 
having been at work upon an unopen'd mine; which idea, upon 
so strong an evidence, redoubled at once his tenderness for 
me, and his ardour for breaking it wholly up.  Kissing me 
then with the utmost rapture, he comforted me, and begg'd my 
pardon for the pain he had put me to: observing withal, that 
it was only a thing in course: but the worst was certainly 
past, and that with a little courage and constancy, I should 
get it once well over, and never after experience any thing 
but the greatest pleasure.  By little and little I suffer'd 
myself to be prevailed on, and giving, as it were, up the 
point to him, I made my thighs, insensibly spreading them, 
yield him liberty of access, which improving, he got a 
little within me, when by a well managed reception I work'd 
the female screw so nicely, that I kept him from the easy 
mid-channel direction, and by dextrous wreathing and contortions, 
creating an artificial difficulty of entrance, made 
him win it inch by inch, with the most laborious struggles, 
I all the while sorely complaining: till at length, with 
might and main, winding his way in, he got it completely 
home, and giving my virginity, as he thought, the coup de 
grace, furnished me with the cue of setting up a terrible 
outcry, whilst he, triumphant and like a cock clapping his 
wings over his down-trod mistress, pursu'd his pleasure: 
which presently rose, in virtue of this idea of a complete 
victory, to a pitch that made me soon sensible of his melting 
period; whilst I now lay acting the deep wounded, breathless, 
frighten'd, undone, no longer maid. 

</p>
               <p>You would ask me, perhaps, whether all this time I 
enjoy'd any perception of pleasure?  I assure you, little or 
none, till just towards the latter end, a faintish sense of 
it came on mechanically, from so long a struggle and frequent 
fret in that ever sensible part; but, in the first place, I 
had no taste for the person I was suffering the embraces of, 
on a pure mercenary account; and then, I was not entirely 
delighted with myself for the jade's part I was playing, 
whatever excuses I might have to plead for my being brought 
into it; but then this insensibility kept me so much the 
mistress of my mind and motions, that I could the better 
manage so close a counterfeit, through the whole scene of 
deception. 

</p>
               <p>Recover'd at length to a more shew of life, by his tender 
condolences, kisses and embraces, I upbraided him, and 
reproach'd him with my ruin, in such natural terms as added 
to his satisfaction with himself for having accomplish'd it; 
and guessing, by certain observations of mine, that it would 
be rather favourable to him, to spare him, when he some time 
after, feebly enough, came on again to the assault, I resolutely 
withstood any further endeavours, on a pretext that 
flattered his prowess, of my being so violently hurt and sore 
that I could not possibly endure a fresh trial.  He then graciously 
granted me a respite, and the next morning soon after 
advancing, I got rid of further importunity, till Mrs. Cole, 
being rang for by him, came in and was made acquainted, in 
terms of the utmost joy and rapture, with his triumphant certainty 
of my virtue, and the finishing stroke he had given it 
in the course of the night: of which, he added, she would see 
proof enough in bloody characters on the sheets. 

</p>
               <p>You may guess how a woman of her turn of address and 
experience humour'd the jest, and played him off with mixed 
exclamations of shame, anger, compassion for me, and of her 
being pleased that all was so well over: in which last, I 
believe, she was certainly sincere.  And now, as the objection 
which she had represented as an invincible one, to my 
lying the first night at his lodgings (which were studiously 
calculated for freedom of intrigues), on the account of my 
maiden fears and terrors at the thoughts of going to a 
gentleman's chambers, and being alone with him in bed, was 
surmounted, she pretended to persuade me, in favour to him, 
that I should go there to him whenever he pleas'd, and still 
keep up all the necessary appearances of working with her, 
that I might not lose, with my character, the prospect of 
getting a good husband, and at the same time her house would 
be kept the safer from scandal.  All this seem'd so reasonable, 
so considerate to Mr. Norbert, that he never once perceived 
that she did not want him to resort to her house, lest 
he might in time discover certain inconsistencies with the 
character she had set out with to him: besides that, this 
plan greatly flattered his own ease, and views of liberty. 

</p>
               <p>Leaving me then to my much wanted rest, he got up, and 
Mrs. Cole, after settling with him all points relating to me, 
got him undiscovered out of the house.  After which, as I was 
awake, she came in and gave me due praises for my success. 
Behaving too with her usual moderation and disinterestedness, 
she refus'd any share of the sum I had thus earned, and put 
me into such a secure and easy way of disposing of my affairs, 
which now amounted to a kind of little fortune, that 
a child of ten years old might have kept the account and 
property of them safe in its hands. 

</p>
               <p>I was now restor'd again to my former state of a kept 
mistress, and used punctually to wait on Mr. Norbert at his 
chambers whenever he sent a messenger for me, which I constantly 
took care to be in the way of, and manag'd with so 
much caution that he never once penetrated the nature of my 
connections with Mrs. Cole; but indolently given up to ease 
and the town dissipations, the perpetual hurry of them hinder'd 
him from looking into his own affairs, much less to 
mine. 

</p>
               <p>In the mean time, if I may judge from my own experience, 
none are better paid, or better treated, during their reign, 
than the mistresses of those who, enervate by nature, debaucheries, 
or age, have the least employment for the sex: sensible 
that a woman must be satisfy'd some way, they ply her 
with a thousand little tender attentions, presents, caresses, 
confidences, and exhaust their inventions in means and devices 
to make up for the capital deficiency; and even towards 
lessening that, what arts, what modes, what refinements of 
pleasure have they not recourse to, to raise their languid 
powers, and press nature into the service of their sensuality? 
But here is their misfortune, that when by a course 
of teasing, worrying, handling, wanton postures, lascivious 
motions, they have at length accomplish'd a flashy enervate 
enjoyment, they at the same time lighted up a flame in the 
object of their passion, that, not having the means themselves 
to quench, drives her for relief into the next person's 
arms, who can finish their work; and thus they become 
bawds to some favourite, tried and approv'd of, for a more 
vigourous and satisfactory execution; for with women, of our 
turn especially, however well our hearts may be dispos'd, 
there is a controlling part, or queen seat in us, that 
governs itself by its own maxims of state, amongst which not 
one is stronger, in practice with it, than, in the matter of 
its dues, never to accept the will for the deed. 

</p>
               <p>Mr. Norbert, who was much in this ungracious case, 
though he profess'd to like me extremely, could but seldom 
consummate the main-joy itself with me, without such a length 
and variety of preparations, as were at once wearisome and 
inflammatory. 

</p>
               <p>Sometimes he would strip me stark naked on a carpet, by 
a good fire, when he would contemplate me almost by the hour, 
disposing me in all the figures and attitudes of body that it 
was susceptible of being viewed in; kissing me in every part, 
the most secret and critical one so far from excepted that it 
received most of that branch of homage.  Then his touches 
were so exquisitely wanton, so luxuriously diffus'd and penetrative 
at times, that he had made me perfectly rage with 
titillating fires, when, after all, and with much ado, he had 
gained a short-lived erection, he would perhaps melt it away 
in a washy sweat, or a premature abortive effusion that provokingly 
mock'd my eager desires: or, if carried home, how 
falter'd and unnervous the execution! how insufficient the 
sprinkle of a few heat-drops to extinguish all the flames he 
had kindled! 

</p>
               <p>One evening, I cannot help remembering that returning 
home from him, with a spirit he had raised in a circle his 
wand had prov'd too weak to lay, as I turn'd the corner of a 
street, I was overtaken by a young sailor.  I was then in 
that spruce, neat, plain dress which I ever affected, and 
perhaps might have, in my trip, a certain air of restlessness 
unknown to the composure of cooler thoughts.  However, 
he seiz'd me as a prize, and without farther ceremony threw 
his arms round my neck and kiss'd me boisterously and 
sweetly.  I looked at him with a beginning of anger and 
indignation at his rudeness, that softened away into other 
sentiments as I viewed him: for he was tall, manly carriaged, 
handsome of body and face, so that I ended my stare 
with asking him, in a tone turn'd to tenderness, what he 
meant; at which, with the same frankness and vivacity as he 
had begun with me, he proposed treating me with a glass of 
wine.  Now, certain it is, that had I been in a calmer state 
of blood than I was, had I not been under the dominion of 
unappeas'd irritations and desires, I should have refused 
him without hesitation; but I do not know how it was, my 
pressing calls, his figure, the occasion, and if you will, 
the powerful combination of all these, with a start of 
curiosity to see the end of an adventure, so novel too as 
being treated like a common street-plyer, made me give a 
silent consent; in short, it was not my head that I now 
obeyed, I suffered myself to be towed along as it were by 
this man-of-war, who took me under his arm as familiarly as 
if he had known me all his life-time, and led me into the 
next convenient tavern, where we were shewn into a little 
room on one side of the passage.  Here, scarce allowing himself 
patience till the waiter brought in the wine call'd for, 
he fell directly on board me: when, untucking my handkerchief, 
and giving me a snatching buss, he laid my breasts 
bare at once, which he handled with that keenness of lust 
that abridges a ceremonial ever more tiresome than pleasing 
on such pressing occasions; and now, hurrying towards the 
main point, we found no conveniency to our purpose, two or 
three disabled chairs and a rickety table composing the whole 
furniture of the room.  Without more ado, he plants me with 
my back standing against the wall, and my petticoats up; and 
coming out with a splitter indeed, made it shine, as he 
brandished it in my eyes; and going to work with an impetuosity 
and eagerness, bred very likely by a long fast at sea, 
went ot give me a taste of it.  I straddled, I humoured my 
posture, and did my best in short to buckle to it; I took 
part of it in too, but still things did not go to his thorough 
liking: changing then in a trice his system of battery, 
he leads me to the table and with a master-hand lays my head 
down on the edge of it, and, with the other canting up my 
petticoats and shift, bares my naked posteriours to his blind 
and furious guide; it forces its way between them, and I 
feeling pretty sensibly that it was not going by the right 
door, and knocking desperately at the wrong one, I told him 
of it: "Pooh!" says he, "my dear, any port in a storm." 
Altering, however, directly his course, and lowering his 
point, he fixed it right, and driving it up with a delicious 
stiffness, made all foam again, and gave me the tout with 
such fire and spirit, that in the fine disposition I was in 
when I submitted to him, and stirr'd up so fiercely as I 
was, I got the start of him, and went away into the melting 
swoon, and squeezing him, whilst in the convulsive grasp of 
it, drew from him such a plenteous bedewal as, join'd to my 
own effusion, perfectly floated those parts, and drown'd in 
a deluge all my raging conflagration of desire. 

</p>
               <p>When this was over, how to make my retreat was my concern; 
for, though I had been so extremely pleas'd with the 
difference between this warm broadside, pour'd so briskly 
into me, and the tiresome pawing and toying to which I had 
owed the unappeas'd flames that had driven me into this step, 
now I was grown cooler, I began to apprehend the danger of 
contracting an acquaintance with this, however agreeable, 
stranger; who, on his side, spoke of passing the evening with 
me and continuing our intimacy, with an air of determination 
that made me afraid of its being not so easy to get away from 
him as I could wish.  In the mean time I carefully conceal'd 
my uneasiness, and readily pretended to consent to stay with 
him, telling him I should only step to my lodgings to leave 
a necessary direction, and then instantly return.  This he 
very glibly swallowed, on the notion of my being one of those 
unhappy street-errants who devote themselves to the pleasure 
of the first ruffian that will stoop to pick them up, and of 
course, that I would scarce bilk myself of my hire, by my not 
returning to make the most of the job.  Thus he parted with 
me, not before, however, he had order'd in my hearing a 
supper, which I had the barbarity to disappoint him of my 
company to. 

</p>
               <p>But when I got home and told Mrs. Cole my adventure, she 
represented so strongly to me the nature and dangerous consequences 
of my folly, particularly the risks to my health, in 
being so open-legg'd and free, that I not only took resolutions 
never to venture so rashly again, which I inviolably 
preserv'd, but pass'd a good many days in continual uneasiness 
lest I should have met with other reasons, besides the 
pleasure of that encounter, to remember it; but these fears 
wronged my pretty sailor, for which I gladly make him this 
reparation. 

</p>
               <p>I had now liv'd with Mr. Norbert near a quarter of a 
year, in which space I circulated my time very pleasantly 
between my amusements at Mrs. Cole's, and a proper attendance 
on that gentleman, who paid me profusely for the unlimited 
complaisance with which I passively humoured every caprice of 
pleasure, and which had won upon him so greatly, that finding, 
as he said, all that variety in me alone which he had 
sought for in a number of women, I had made him lose his 
taste for inconstancy, and new faces.  But what was yet at 
least agreeable, as well as more flattering, the love I had 
inspir'd him with bred a deference to me that was of great 
service to his health: for having by degrees, and with most 
pathetic representations, brought him to some husbandry of 
it, and to insure the duration of his pleasures by moderating 
their use, and correcting those excesses in them he was 
so addicted to, and which had shatter'd his constitution and 
destroyed his powers of life in the very point for which he 
seemed chiefly desirous, to live, he was grown more delicate, 
more temperate, and in course more healthy; his gratitude 
for which was taking a turn very favourable for my fortune, 
when once more the caprice of it dash'd the cup from my lips. 

</p>
               <p>His sister, Lady L . . ., for whom he had a great affection, 
desiring him to accompany her down to Bath for her 
health, he could not refuse her such a favour; and accordingly, 
though he counted on staying away from me no more than 
a week at farthest, he took his leave of me with an ominous 
heaviness of heart, and left me a sum far above the state of 
his fortune, and very inconsistent with the intended shortness 
of his journey; but it ended in the longest that can be, 
and is never but once taken: for, arriv'd at Bath, he was not 
there two days before he fell into a debauch of drinking with 
some gentlemen, that threw him into a high fever and carry'd 
him off in four days time, never once out of a delirium.  Had 
he been in his senses to make a will, perhaps he might have 
made favourable mention of me in it.  Thus, however, I lost 
him; and as no condition of life is more subject to revolutions 
than that of a woman of pleasure, I soon recover'd my 
cheerfulness, and now beheld myself once more struck off the 
list of kept-mistresses, and returned into the bosom of the 
community from which I had been in some manner taken. 

</p>
               <p>Mrs. Cole still continuing her friendship, offered me 
her assistance and advice towards another choice; but I was 
now in ease and affluence enough to look about me at leisure; 
and as to any constitutional calls of pleasure, their 
pressure, or sensibility, was greatly lessen'd by a consciousness 
of the ease with which they were to be satisfy'd at 
Mrs. Cole's house, where Louisa and Emily still continu'd in 
the old way; and by great favourite Harriet used often to 
come and see me, and entertain me, with her head and heart 
full of the happiness she enjoy'd with her dear baronet, 
whom she loved with tenderness, and constancy, even though 
he was her keeper, and what is yet more, had made her independent, 
by a handsome provision for her and hers.  I was 
then in this vacancy from any regular employ of my person, in 
my way of business, when one day, Mrs. Cole, in the course of 
the constant confidence we lived in, acquainted me that there 
was one Mr. Barville, who used her house, just come to town, 
whom she was not a little perplex'd about providing a suitable 
companion for; which was indeed a point of difficulty, 
as he was under the tyranny of a cruel taste: that of an 
ardent desire, not only of being unmercifully whipp'd himself, 
but of whipping others, in such sort, that tho' he paid 
extravagantly those who had the courage and complaisance to 
submit to his humour, there were few, delicate as he was in 
the choice of his subjects, who would exchange turns with him 
so terrible at the expense of their skin.  But, what yet increased 
the oddity of this strange fancy was the gentleman 
being young; whereas it generally attacks, it seems, such as 
are, through age, obliged to have recourse to this experiment, 
for quickening the circulation of their sluggish 
juices, and determining a conflux of the spirits of pleasure 
towards those flagging, shrivelly parts, that rise to life 
only by virtue of those titillating ardours created by the 
discipline of their opposites, with which they have so surprising 
a consent. 

</p>
               <p>This Mrs. Cole could not well acquaint me with, in any 
expectation of my offering my service: for, sufficiently easy 
as I was in my circumstances, it must have been the temptation 
of an immense interest indeed that could have induced me 
to embrace such a job; neither had I ever express'd, nor indeed 
felt, the least impulse or curiosity to know more of a 
taste that promis'd so much more pain than pleasure to those 
that stood in no need of such violent goads: what then should 
move me to subscribe myself voluntarily to a party of pain, 
foreknowing it such?  Why, to tell the plain truth, it was a 
sudden caprice, a gust of fancy for trying a new experiment, 
mix'd with the vanity of proving my personal courage to Mrs. 
Cole, that determined me, at all risks, to propose myself to 
her, and relieve her from any farther lookout.  Accordingly, 
I at once pleas'd and surpris'd her with a frank and unreserved 
tender of my person to her, and her friend's absolute 
disposal on this occasion. 

</p>
               <p>My good temporal mother was, however, so kind as to use 
all the arguments she could imagine to dissuade me: but, as 
I found they only turn'd on a motive of tnederness to me, I 
persisted in my resolution, and thereby acquitted my offer of 
any suspicion of its not having been sincerely made, or out 
of compliment only.  Acquiescing then thankfully in it, Mrs. 
Cole assur'd me that bating the pain I should be put to, she 
had no scruple to engage me to this party, which she assur'd 
me I should be liberally paid for, and which, the secrecy of 
the transaction preserved safe from the ridicule that otherwise 
vulgarly attended it; that for her part, she considered 
pleasure, of one sort or other, as the universal port of 
destination, and every wind that blew thither a good one, 
provided it blew nobody any harm; that she rather compassionated, 
than blam'd, those unhappy persons who are under a 
subjection they cannot shake off, to those arbitrary tastes 
that rule their appetites of pleasures with an unaccountable 
control: tastes, too, as infinitely deversify'd, as superior 
to, and independent of, all reasoning as the different relishes 
or palates of mankind in their viands, some delicate 
stomachs nauseating plain meats, and finding no savour but in 
high-seasoned, luxurious dishes, whilst others again pique 
themselves upon detesting them. 

</p>
               <p>I stood now in no need of this preamble of encouragement, 
of justification: my word was given, and I was determin'd 
to fulfil my engagements.  Accordingly the night was 
set, and I had all the necessary previous instructions how to 
act and conduct myself.  The dining-room was duly prepared 
and lighted up, and the young gentleman posted there in waiting, 
for my introduction to him. 

</p>
               <p>I was then, by Mrs. Cole, brought in, and presented to 
him, in a loose dishabille fitted, by her direction, to the 
exercise I was to go through, all in the finest linen and a 
thorough white uniform: gown, petticoat, stockings, and satin 
slippers, like a victim led to sacrifice; whilst my dark 
auburn hair, falling in drop-curls over my neck, created a 
pleasing distinction of colour from the rest of my dress. 

</p>
               <p>As soon as Mr. Barville saw me, he got up, with a visible 
air of pleasure and surprize, and saluting me, asked Mrs. 
Cole if it was possible that so fine and delicate a creature 
would voluntarily submit to such sufferings and rigours as 
were the subject of his assignation.  She answer'd him properly, 
and now, reading in his eyes that she could not too 
soon leave us together, she went out, after recommending to 
him to use moderation with so tender a novice. 

</p>
               <p>But whilst she was employing his attention, mine had 
been taken up with examining the figure and person of this 
unhappy young gentleman, who was thus unaccountably condemn'd 
to have his pleasure lashed into him, as boys have their 
learning. 

</p>
               <p>He was exceedingly fair, and smooth complexion'd, and 
appeared to me no more than twenty at most, tho' he was three 
years older than what my conjectures gave him; but then he 
ow'd this favourable mistake to a habit of fatness, which 
spread through a short, squab stature, and a round, plump, 
fresh-coloured face gave him greatly the look of a Bacchus, 
had not an air of austerity, not to say sternness, very unsuitable 
even to his shape of face, dash'd that character of 
joy, necessary to complete the resemblance.  His dress was 
extremely neat, but plain, and far inferior to the ample fortune 
he was in full possession of; this too was a taste in 
him, and not avarice. 

</p>
               <p>As soon as Mrs. Cole was gone, he seated me near him, 
when now his face changed upon me into an expression of the 
most pleasing sweetness and good humour, the more remarkable 
for its sudden shift from the other extreme, which, I found 
afterwards, when I knew more of his character, was owing to 
a habitual state of conflict with, and dislike of himself, 
for being enslaved to so peculiar a gust, by the fatality of 
a constitutional ascendant, that render'd him incapable of 
receiving any pleasure till he submitted to these extraordinary 
means of procuring it at the hands of pain, whilst the 
constancy of this repining consciousness stamp'd at length 
that cast of sourness and severity on his features: which 
was, in fact, very foreign to the natural sweetness of his 
temper. 

</p>
               <p>After a competent preparation by apologies, and encouragement 
to go through my part with spirit and constancy, 
he stood up near the fire, whilst I went to fetch the instruments 
of discipline out of a closet hard by: these were 
several rods, made each of two or three strong twigs of birch 
tied together, which he took, handled, and view'd with as 
much pleasure, as I did with a kind of shuddering presage. 

</p>
               <p>Next we took from the side of the room a long broad 
bench, made easy to lie at length on by a soft cushion in a 
callico-cover; and every thing being now ready, he took his 
coat and waistcoat off; and at his motion and desire, I unbutton'd 
his breeches, and rolling up his shirt rather above 
his waist, tuck'd it in securely there: when directing naturally 
my eyes to that humoursome master-movement, in whose 
favour all these dispositions were making, it seemed almost 
shrunk into his body, scarce shewing its tip above the sprout 
of hairy curls that cloathed those parts, as you may have 
seen a wren peep its head out of the grass. 

</p>
               <p>Stooping then to untie his garters, he gave them me for 
the use of tying him down to the legs of the bench: a circumstance 
no farther necessary than, as I suppose, it made 
part of the humour of the thing, since he prescribed it to 
himself, amongst the rest of the ceremonial. 

</p>
               <p>I led him then to the bench, and according to my cue, 
play'd at forcing him to lie down: which, after some little 
shew of reluctance, for form-sake, he submitted to; he was 
straightway extended flat upon his belly, on the bench, with 
a pillow under his face; and as he thus tamely lay, I tied 
him slightly hand and foot, to the legs of it; which done, 
his shirt remaining truss'd up over the small of his back, I 
drew his breeches quite down to his knees; and now he lay, 
in all the fairest, broadest display of that part of the 
back-view; in which a pair of chubby, smooth-cheek'd and 
passing white posteriours rose cushioning upwards from two 
stout, fleshful thighs, and ending their cleft, or separation 
by an union at the small of the back, presented a bold 
mark, that swell'd, as it were, to meet the scourge. 

</p>
               <p>Seizing now one of the rods, I stood over him, and 
according to his direction, gave him in one breath, ten 
lashes with much good-will, and the utmost nerve and vigour 
of arm that I could put to them, so as to make those fleshy 
orbs quiver again under them; whilst he himself seem'd no 
more concern'd, or to mind them, than a lobster would a fleabite. 
In the mean time, I viewed intently the effects of 
them, which to me at least appear'd surprisingly cruel: every 
lash had skimmed the surface of those white cliffs, which 
they deeply reddened, and lapping round the side of the furthermost 
from me, cut specially, into the dimple of it such 
livid weals, as the blood either spun out from, or stood in 
large drops on; and, from some of the cuts, I picked out even 
the splinters of the rod that had stuck in the skin.  Nor was 
this raw work to be wonder'd at, considering the greenness of 
the twigs and the severity of the infliction, whilst the 
whole surface of his skin was so smooth-stretched over the 
hard and firm pulp of flesh that fill'd it, as to yield no 
play, or elusive swagging under the stroke: which thereby 
took place the more plum, and cut into the quick. 

</p>
               <p>I was however already so mov'd at the piteous sight, 
that I from my heart repented the undertaking, and would 
willingly have given over, thinking he had full enough; but, 
he encouraging and beseeching me earnestly to proceed, I gave 
him ten more lashes; and then resting, survey'd the increase 
of bloody appearances.  And at length, steel'd to the sight 
by his stoutness in suffering, I continued the discipline, by 
intervals, till I observ'd him wreathing and twisting his 
body, in a way that I could plainly perceive was not the 
effect of pain, but of some new and powerful sensation: curious 
to dive into the meaning of which, in one of my pauses of 
intermission, I approached, as he still kept working, and 
grinding his belly against the cushion under him; and, first 
stroking the untouched and unhurt side of the flesh-mount 
next me, then softly insinuating my hand under his thigh, 
felt the posture things were in forwards, which was indeed 
surprizing: for that machine of his, which I had, by its appearance, 
taken for an impalpable, or at best a very diminutive 
subject, was now, in virtue of all that smart and havoc 
of his skin behind, grown not only to a prodigious stiffness 
of erection, but to a size that frighted even me: a nonpareil 
thickness indeed! the head of it alone fill'd the utmost 
capacity of my grasp.  And when, as he heav'd and wriggled 
to and fro, in the agitation of his strange pleasure, 
it came into view, it had something of the air of a round 
fillet of the whitest veal, and like its owner, squab, and 
short in proportion to its breadth; but when he felt my hand 
there, he begg'd I would go on briskly with my jerking, or he 
should never arrive at the last stage of pleasure. 

</p>
               <p>Resuming then the rod and the exercise of it, I had 
fairly worn out three bundles, when, after an increase of 
struggles and motion, and a deep sigh or two, I saw him lie 
still and motionless; and now he desir'd me to desist, which 
I instantly did; and proceeding to untie him, I could not but 
be amazed at his passive fortitude, on viewing the skin of 
his butcher'd, mangled posteriours, late so white, smooth and 
polish'd, now all one side of them a confused cut-work of 
weals, livid flesh, gashes and gore, insomuch that when he 
stood up, he could scarce walk; in short, he was in sweet-briars. 

</p>
               <p>Then I plainly perceived, on the cushion, the marks of a 
plenteous effusion, and already had his sluggard member run 
up to its old nestling-place, and enforced itself again, as 
if ashamed to shew its head; which nothing, it seems, could 
raise but stripes inflicted on its opposite neighbours, who 
were thus constantly obliged to suffer for his caprice. 

</p>
            </div>
            <div>
               <head>Part 9</head>
               <p>My gentleman had now put on his clothes and recomposed 
himself, when giving me a kiss, and placing me by him, he sat 
himself down as gingerly as possible, with one side off the 
cushion, which was too sore for him to bear resting any part 
of his weight on. 

</p>
               <p>Here he thank'd me for the extreme pleasure I had procured 
him, and seeing, perhaps, some marks in my countenance 
of terror and apprehension of retaliation on my own skin, for 
what I had been the instrument of his suffering in his, he 
assured me, that he was ready to give up to me any engagement 
I might deem myself under to stand him, as he had done me, 
but if that proceeded in my consent to it, he would consider 
the difference of my sex, its greater delicacy and incapacity 
to undergo pain.  Rehearten'd at which, and piqu'd in honour, 
as I thought, not to flinch so near the trial, especially as 
I well knew Mrs. Cole was an eye-witness, from her stand of 
espial, to the whole of our transactions, I was now less 
afraid of my skin than of his not furnishing me with an opportunity 
of signalizing my resolution. 

</p>
               <p>Consonant to this disposition was my answer, but my 
courage was still more in my head, than in my heart; and as 
cowards rush into the danger they fear, in order to be the 
sooner rid of the pain of that sensation, I was entirely 
pleas'd with his hastening matters into execution. 

</p>
               <p>He had then little to do, but to unloose the strings of 
my petticoats, and lift them, together with my shift, navelhigh, 
where he just tuck'd them up loosely girt, and might be 
slipt up higher at pleasure.  Then viewing me round with 
great seeming delight, he laid me at length on my face upon 
the bench, and when I expected he would tie me, as I had done 
him, and held out my hands, not without fear and a little 
trembling, he told me he would by no means terrify me unnecessarily 
with such a confinement; for that though he meant 
to put my constancy to some trial, the standing it was to be 
completely voluntary on my side, and therefore I might be at 
full liberty to get up whenever I found the pain too much for 
me.  You cannot imagine how much I thought myself bound, by 
being thus allow'd to remain loose, and how much spirit this 
confidence in me gave me, so that I was even from my heart 
careless how much my flesh might suffer in honour of it. 

</p>
               <p>All by back parts, naked half way up, were now fully at 
his mercy: and first, he stood at a convenient distance, delighting 
himself with a gloating survey of the attitude I lay 
in, and of all the secret stores I thus expos'd to him in 
fair display.  Then, springing eagerly towards me, he cover'd 
all those naked parts with a fond profusion of kisses; and 
now, taking hold of the rod, rather wanton'd with me, in gentle 
inflictions on those tender trembling masses of my flesh 
behind, than in any way hurt them, till by degrees, he began 
to tingle them with smarter lashes, so as to provoke a red 
colour into them, which I knew, as well by the flagrant glow 
I felt there, as by his telling me, they now emulated the 
native roses of my other cheeks.  When he had thus amus'd 
himself with admiring and toying with them, he went on to 
strike harder, and more hard; so that I needed all my patience 
not to cry out, or complain at least.  At last, he twigg'd me 
so smartly as to fetch blood in more than one lash: at sight 
of which he flung down the rod, flew to me, kissed away the 
starting drops, and sucking the wounds eased a good deal of my 
pain.  But now raising me on my knees, and making me kneel 
with them straddling wide, that tender part of me, naturally 
the province of pleasure, not of pain, came in for its share 
of suffering: for now, eyeing it wistfully, he directed the 
rod so that the sharp ends of the twigs lighted there, so 
sensibly, that I could not help wincing, and writhing my 
limbs with smart; so that my contortions of body must necessarily 
throw it into infinite variety of postures and points 
of view, fit to feast the luxury of the eye.  But still I 
bore every thing without crying out: when presently giving me 
another pause, he rush'd, as it were, on that part whose lips, 
and round-about, had felt this cruelty, and by way of reparation, 
glews his own to them; then he opened, shut, squeez'd 
them, pluck'd softly the overgrowing moss, and all this in a 
style of wild passionate rapture and enthusiasm, that express'd 
excess of pleasure; till betaking himself to the rod 
again, encourag'd by my passiveness, and infuriated with this 
strange taste of delight, he made my poor posteriours pay for 
the ungovernableness of it; for now shewing them no quarter 
the traitor cut me so, that I wanted but little of fainting 
away, when he gave over.  And yet I did not utter one groan, 
or angry expostulation; but in heart I resolv'd nothing so 
seriously, as never to expose myself again to the like serverities. 

</p>
               <p>You may guess then in what a curious pickle those soft 
flesh-cushions of mine were, all sore, raw, and in fine, terribly 
clawed off; but so far from feeling any pleasure in it, 
that the recent smart made me pout a little, and not with the 
greatest air of satisfaction receive the compliments, and 
after-caresses of the author of my pain. 

</p>
               <p>As soon as my cloaths were huddled on in a little decency, 
a supper was brought in by the discreet Mrs. Cole herself, 
which might have piqued the sensuality of a cardinal, 
accompanied with a choice of the richest wines: all which she 
set before us, and went out again, without having, by a word 
or even by a smile, given us the least interruption or confusion, 
in those moments of secrecy, that we were not yet ripe 
to the admission of a third to. 

</p>
               <p>I sat down then, still scarce in charity with my butcher, 
for such I could not help considering him, and was moreover 
not a little piqued at the gay, satisfied air of his 
countenance, which I thought myself insulted by.  But when 
the now necessary refreshment to me of a glass of wine, a 
little eating (all the time observing a profound silence) had 
somewhat cheer'd and restor'd me to spirits, and as the smart 
began to go off, my good humour return'd accordingly: which 
alteration not escaping him, he said and did everything that 
could confirm me in, and indeed exalt it. 

</p>
               <p>But scarce was supper well over, before a change so incredible 
was wrought in me, such violent, yet pleasingly irksome 
sensations took possession of me that I scarce knew how 
to contain myself; the smart of the lashes was now converted 
into such a prickly heat, such fiery tinglings, as made me 
sigh, squeeze my thighs together, shift and wriggle about my 
seat, with a furious restlessness; whilst these itching ardours, 
thus excited in those parts on which the storm of discipline 
had principally fallen, detach'd legions of burning, 
subtile, stimulating spirits, to their opposite spot and centre 
of assemblage, where their titillation rag'd so furiously, 
that I was even stinging mad with them.  No wonder then, that 
in such a taking, and devour'd by flames that licked up all 
modesty and reserve, my eyes, now charg'd brimful of the most 
intense desire, fired on my companion very intelligible signals 
of distress: my companion, I say, who grew in them every 
instant more amiable, and more necessary to my urgent wishes 
and hopes of immediate ease. 

</p>
               <p>Mr. Barville, no stranger by experience to these situations, 
soon knew the pass I was brought to, soon perceiv'd my 
extreme disorder; in favour of which, removing the table out 
of the way, he began a prelude that flatter'd me with instant 
relief, to which I was not, however, so near as I imagin'd: 
for as he was unbuttoned to me, and tried to provoke and 
rouse to action his unactive torpid machine, he blushingly 
own'd that no good was to be expected from it unless I took 
it in hand to re-excite its languid loitering powers, by just 
refreshing the smart of the yet recent blood-raw cuts, seeing 
it could, no more than a boy's top, keep up without lashing. 
Sensible then that I should work as much for my own profit as 
his, I hurried my compliance with his desire, and abridging 
the ceremonial, whilst he lean'd his head against the back of 
a chair, I had scarce gently made him feel the lash, before I 
saw the object of my wishes give signs of life, and presently, 
as it were with a magic touch, it started up into a noble size 
and distinction indeed!  Hastening then to give me the benefit 
of it, he threw me down on the bench; but such was the refresh'd 
soreness of those parts behind, on my leaning so hard 
on them, as became me to compass the admission of that stupendous 
head of his machine, that I could not possibly bear it. 
I got up then, and tried, by leaning forwards and turning the 
crupper on my assailant, to let him at the back avenue: but 
here it was likewise impossible to stand his bearing so 
fiercely against me, in his agitations and endeavours to enter 
that way, whilst his belly battered directly against the 
recent sore.  What should we do now? both intolerably heated; 
both in a fury; but pleasure is ever inventive for its own 
ends: he strips me in a trice, stark naked, and placing a 
broad settee-cushion on the carpet before the fire, oversets 
me gently, topsy-turvy, on it; and handling me only at the 
waist, whilst you may be sure I favour'd all my dispositions, 
brought my legs round his neck; so that my head was kept from 
the floor only by my hands and the velvet cushion, which was 
now bespread with my flowing hair: thus I stood on my head 
and hands, supported by him in such manner, that whilst my 
thighs clung round him, so as to expose to his sight all my 
back figure, including the theatre of his bloody pleasure, 
the centre of my fore part fairly bearded the object of its 
rage, that now stood in fine condition to give me satisfaction 
for the injuries of its neighbours.  But as this posture was 
certainly not the easiest, and our imaginations, wound up to 
the height, could suffer no delay, he first, with the utmost 
eagerness and effort, just lip-lodg'd that broad acorn-fashion'd 
head of his instrument; and still frenzied by the fury 
with which he had made that impression, he soon stuffed in 
the rest; when now, with a pursuit of thrusts, fiercely urg'd, 
he absolutely overpower'd and absorb'd all sense of pain and 
uneasiness, whether from my wounds behind, my most untoward 
posture, or the oversize of his stretcher, in an infinitely 
predominant delight; when now all my whole spirits of life 
and sensation, rushing impetuously to the cock-pit, where the 
prize of pleasure was hotly in dispute and clustering to a 
point there, I soon receiv'd the dear relief of nature from 
these over-violent strains and provocations of it; harmonizing 
with which, my gallant spouted into me such a potent overflow 
of the balsamic injection, as soften'd and unedg'd all 
those irritating stings of a new species of titillation, which 
I had been so intolerably madden'd with, and restor'd the ferment 
of my senses to some degree of composure. 

</p>
               <p>I had now achiev'd this rare adventure ultimately much 
more to my satisfaction than I had bespoken the nature of it 
to turn out; nor was it much lessen'd, you may think, by my 
spark's lavish praises of my constancy and complaisance, which 
he gave weight to by a present that greatly surpassed my utmost 
expectation, besides his gratification to Mrs. Cole. 

</p>
               <p>I was not, however, at any time, re-enticed to renew 
with him, or resort again to the violent expedient of lashing 
nature into more haste than good speed: which, by the way, I 
conceive acts somewhat in the manner of a dose of Spanish 
flies; with more pain perhaps, but less danger; and might be 
necessary to him, but was nothing less so than to me, whose 
appetite wanted the bridle more than the spur. 

</p>
               <p>Mrs. Cole, to whom this adventurous exploit had more and 
more endear'd me, looked on me now as a girl after her own 
heart, afraid on nothing, and, on a good account, hardy enough 
to fight all the weapons of pleasure through.  Attentive then, 
in consequence of these favourable conceptions, to promote 
either my profit or pleasure, she had special regard for the 
first, in a new gallant of a very singular turn, that she procur'd 
for and introduced to me. 

</p>
               <p>This was a grave, staid, solemn, elderly gentleman whose 
peculiar humour was a delight in combing fine tresses of hair; 
and as I was perfectly headed to his taste, he us'd to come 
constantly at my toilette hours, when I let down my hair as 
loose as nature, and abandon'd it to him to do what he pleased 
with it; and accordingly he would keep me an hour or more in 
play with it, drawing the comb through it, winding the curls 
round his fingers, even kissing it as he smooth'd it; and all 
this led to no other use of my person, or any other liberties 
whatever, any more than if a distinction of sexes had not 
existed. 

</p>
               <p>Another peculiarity of taste he had, which was to present 
me with a dozen pairs of the whitest kid gloves at a time: 
these he would divert himself with drawing on me, and then 
biting off the fingers' ends; all which fooleries of a sickly 
appetite, the old gentleman paid more liberally for than most 
others did for more essential favours.  This lasted till a 
violent cough, seizing and laying him up, deliver'd me from 
this most innocent and insipid trifler, for I never heard more 
of him after his first retreat. 

</p>
               <p>You may be sure a by-job of this sort interfer'd with no 
other pursuit, or plan of life; which I led, in truth, with a 
modesty and reserve that was less the work of virtue than of 
exhausted novelty, a glut of pleasure, and easy circumstances, 
that made me indifferent to any engagements in which pleasure 
and profit were not eminently united; and such I could, with 
the less impatience, wait for at the hands of time and fortune, 
as I was satisfy'd I could never mend my pennyworths, 
having evidently been serv'd at the top of market, and even 
been pamper'd with dainties: besides that, in the sacrifice 
of a few momentary impulses, I found a secret satisfaction in 
respecting myself, as well as preserving the life and freshness 
of my complexion.  Louisa and Emily did not carry indeed 
their reserve so high as I did; but still they were far from 
cheap or abandon'd tho' two of their adventures seem'd to contradict 
this general character, which, for their singularity, 
I shall give you in course, beginning first with Emily's: 

</p>
               <p>Louisa and she went one night to a ball, the first in 
the habit of a shepherdess, Emily in that of a shepherd:  I 
saw them in their dresses before they went, and nothing in 
nature could represent a prettier boy than this last did, 
being so fair and well limbed.  They had kept together for 
some time, when Louisa, meeting an old acquaintance of hers, 
very cordially gives her companion the drop, and leaves her 
under the protection of her boy's habit, which was not much, 
and of her discretion, which was, it seems, still less. 
Emily, finding herself deserted, sauntered thoughtless about 
a-while, and, as much for coolness and air as anything else, 
at length pull'd off her mask and went to the sideboard; 
where, eyed and mark'd out by a gentleman in a very handsome 
domino, she was accosted by, and fell into chat with him. 
The domino, after a little discourse, in which Emily doubtless 
distinguish'd her good nature and easiness more than her 
wit, began to make violent love to her, and drawing her insensibly 
to some benches at the lower end of the masquerade 
room, for her to sit by him, where he squeez'd her hands, 
pinch'd her cheeks, prais'd and played with her fine hair, 
admired her complexion, and all in a style of courtship dash'd 
with a certain oddity, that not comprehending the mystery of, 
poor Emily attributed to his falling in with the humour of her 
disguise; and being naturally not the cruellest of her profession, 
began to incline to a parley on those essentials.  But 
here was the stress of the joke: he took her really for what 
she appear'd to be, a smock-fac'd boy; and she, forgetting her 
dress, and of course ranging quite wide of his ideas, took all 
those addresses to be paid to herself as a woman, which she 
precisely owed to his not thinking her one.  However, this 
double error was push'd to such a height on both sides, that 
Emily, who saw nothing in him but a gentleman of distinction 
by those points of dress to which his disguise did not extend, 
warmed too by the wine he had ply'd her with, and the caresses 
he had lavished upon her, suffered herself to be persuaded to 
go to a bagnio with him; and thus, losing sight of Mrs. Cole's 
cautions, with a blind confidence, put herself into his hands, 
to be carried wherever he pleased.  For his part, equally 
blinded by his wishes, whilst her egregious simplicity favoured 
his deception more than the most exquisite art could have 
done, he supposed, no doubt, that he had lighted on some soft 
simpleton, fit for his purpose, or some kept minion broken to 
his hand, who understood him perfectly well and enter'd into 
his designs.  But, be that as it would, he led her to a coach, 
went into it with her, and brought her to a very handsome 
apartment, with a bed in it; but whether it was a bagnio or 
not, she could not tell, having spoken to nobody but himself. 
But when they were alone together, and her enamorato began to 
proceed to those extremities which instantly discover the sex, 
she remark'd that no description could paint up to the life 
the mixture of pique, confusion and disappointment that appeared 
in his countenance, joined to the mournful exclamation: 
"By heavens, a woman!"  This at once opened her eyes, which 
had hitherto been shut in downright stupidity.  However, as if 
he had meant to retrieve that escape, he still continu'd to 
toy with and fondle her, but with so staring an alteration 
from extreme warmth into a chill and forced civility, that 
even Emily herself could not but take notice of it, and now 
began to wish she had paid more regard to Mrs. Cole's premonitions 
against ever engaging with a stranger.  And now and 
excess of timidity succeeded to an excess of confidence, and 
she thought herself so much at his mercy and discretion, that 
she stood passive throughout the whole progress of his prelude: 
for now, whether the impressions of so great a beauty 
had even made him forgive her her sex, or whether her appearance 
of figure in that dress still humour'd his first illusion, 
he recover'd by degrees a good part of his first warmth, 
and keeping Emily with her breeches still unbuttoned, stript 
them down to her knees, and gently impelling her to lean down, 
with her face against the bed-side, placed her so, that the 
double way, between the double rising behind, presented the 
choice fair to him, and he was so fairly set on a mis-direction, 
as to give the girl no small alarms for fear of losing 
a maidenhead she had not dreamt of.  However, her complaints, 
and a resistance, gentle, but firm, check'd and brought him 
to himself again; so that turning his steed's head, he drove 
him at length in the right road, in which his imagination 
having probably made the most of those resemblances that 
flatter'd his taste, he got, with much ado, to his journey's 
end: after which, he led her out himself, and walking with 
her two or three streets' length, got her a chair, when making 
her a present not any thing inferior to what she could 
have expected, he left her, well recommended to the chairman, 
who, on her directions, brought her home. 

</p>
               <p>This she related to Mrs. Cole and me the same morning, 
not without the visible remains of the fear and confusion she 
had been in still stamp'd on her countenance.  Mrs. Cole's 
remark was that her indescretion proceeding from a constitutional 
facility, there were little hopes of any thing curing 
her of it, but repeated severe experience.  Mine was that I 
could not conceive how it was possible for mankind to run 
into a taste, not only universally odious, but absurd, and 
impossible to gratify; since, according to the notions and 
experience I had of things, it was not in nature to force 
such immense disproportions.  Mrs. Cole only smil'd at my 
ignorance, and said nothing towards my undeception, which was 
not affected but by ocular demonstration, some months after, 
which a most singular accident furnish'd me, and which I will 
here set down, that I may not return again to so disagreeable 
a subject. 

</p>
               <p>I had, on a visit intended to Harriet, who had taken 
lodgings at Hampton-court, hired a chariot to go out thither, 
Mrs. Cole having promis'd to accompany me; but some indispensable 
business intervening to detain her, I was obliged to 
set out alone; and scarce had I got a third of my way, before 
the axle-tree broke down, and I was well off to get out, safe 
and unhurt, into a publick-house of a tolerable handsome appearance, 
on the road.  Here the people told me that the 
stage would come by in a couple of hours at farthest; upon 
which, determining to wait for it, sooner than lose the jaunt 
I had got so far forward on, I was carried into a very clean 
decent room, up one pair of stairs, which I took possession of 
for the time I had to stay, in right of calling for sufficient 
to do the house justice. 

</p>
               <p>Here, whilst I was amusing myself with looking out of the 
window, a single horse-chaise stopt at the door, out of which 
lightly leap'd two gentlemen, for so they seem'd, who came in 
only as it were to bait and refresh a little, for they gave 
their horse to be held in readiness against they came out. 
And presently I heard the door of the next room, where they 
were let in, and call'd about them briskly; and as soon as 
they were serv'd, I could just hear that they shut and fastened 
the door on the inside. 

</p>
               <p>A spirit of curiosity, far from sudden, since I do not 
know when I was without it, prompted me, without any particular 
suspicion, or other drift or view, to see what they 
were, and examine their persons and behaviour.  The partition 
of our rooms was one of those moveable ones that, when taken 
down, serv'd occasionally to lay them into one, for the conveniency 
of a large company; and now, my nicest search could 
not shew me the shadow of a peep-hole, a circumstance which 
probably had not escap'd the review of the parties on the 
other side, whom much it stood upon not to be deceived in it; 
but at length I observed a paper patch of the same colour as 
the wainscot, which I took to conceal some flaw: but then it 
was so high, that I was obliged to stand upon a chair to 
reach it, which I did as softly as possibly, and, with a point 
of a bodkin, soon pierc'd it.  And now, applying my eye close, 
I commanded the room perfectly, and could see my two young 
sparks romping and pulling one another about, entirely, to my 
imagination, in frolic and innocent play. 

</p>
               <p>The eldest might be, on my nearest guess, towards nineteen, 
a tall comely young man, in a white fustian frock, with 
a green velvet cape, and a cut bob-wig. 

</p>
               <p>The youngest could not be above seventeen, fair, ruddy, 
compleatly well made, and to say the truth, a sweet pretty 
stripling: he was—I fancy, too, a country-lad, by his dress, 
which was a green plush frock and breeches of the same, white 
waistcoat and stockings, a jockey cap, with his yellowish 
hair, long and loose, in natural curls. 

</p>
               <p>But after a look of circumspection, which I saw the 
eldest cast every way round the room, probably in too much 
hurry and heat not to overlook the very small opening I was 
posted at, especially at the height it was, whilst my eye 
close to it kept the light from shining through and betraying 
it, he said something to his companion and presently chang'd 
the face of things. 

</p>
               <p>For now the elder began to embrace, to press and kiss the 
younger, to put his hands into his bosom, and give him such 
manifest signs of an amorous intention, as made me conclude 
the other to be a girl in disguise: a mistake that nature kept 
me in countenance for, for she had certainly made one, when 
she gave him the male stamp. 

</p>
               <p>In the rashness then of their age, and bent as they were 
to accomplish their project of preposterous pleasure, at the 
risk of the very worst of consequences, where a discovery was 
nothing less than improbable, they now proceeded to such 
lengths as soon satisfied me what they were. 

</p>
               <p>The criminal scene they acted, I had the patience to see 
to an end, purely that I might gather more facts and certainly 
against them in my design to do their deserts instance justice; 
and accordingly, when they had readjusted themselves, 
and were preparing to go out, burning as I was with rage and 
indignation, I jumped down from the chair, in order to raise 
the house upon them, but with such an unlucky impetuosity, 
that some nail or ruggedness in the floor caught my foot, and 
flung me on my face with such violence that I fell senseless 
on the ground, and must have lain there some time e'er any 
one came to my relief: so that they, alarmed, I suppose, by 
the noise of my fall, had more than the necessary time to 
make a safe retreat.  This they effected, as I learnt, with a 
precipitation nobody could account for, till, when come to 
myself, and compos'd enough to speak, I acquainted those of 
the house with the whole transaction I had been evidence to. 

</p>
               <p>When I came home again, and told Mrs. Cole this adventure, 
she very sensibly observ'd to me that there was no doubt 
of due vengeance one time of other overtaking these miscreants, 
however they might escape for the present; and that, had 
I been the temporal instrument of it, I should have been at 
least put to a great deal more trouble and confusion that I 
imagined; that, as to the thing itself, the less said of it 
was the better; but that though she might be suspected of 
partiality, from its being the common cause of woman-kind, out 
of whose mouths this practice tended to take something more 
than bread, yet she protested against any mixture of passion, 
with a declaration extorted from her by pure regard to truth; 
which was that whatever effect this infamous passion had in 
other ages and other countries, it seem'd a peculiar blessing 
on our air and climate, that there was a plague-spot visibly 
imprinted on all that are tainted with it, in this nation at 
least; for that among numbers of that stamp whom she had 
known, or at least were universally under the scandalous suspicion 
of it, she would not name an exception hardly of one 
of them, whose character was not, in all other respects, the 
most worthless and despicable that could be, stript of all 
the manly virtues of their own sex, and fill'd up with only 
the worst vices and follies of ours: that, in fine, they were 
scarce less execrable than ridiculous in their monstrous inconsistence, 
of loathing and condemning women, and all at the 
same time apeing all their manners, air, lips, skuttle, and, 
in general, all their little modes of affectation, which become 
them at least better than they do these unsex'd male-misses. 

</p>
               <p>But here, washing my hands of them, I re-plunge into the 
stream of my history, into which I may very properly ingraft 
a terrible sally of Louisa's, since I had some share in it 
myself, and have besides engag'd myself to relate it, in point 
of countenance to poor Emily.  It will add, too, one more 
example to thousands, in confirmation of the maxim that when 
women get once out of compass, there are no lengths of licentiousness 
that they are not capable of running. 

</p>
               <p>One morning then, that both Mrs. Cole and Emily were gone 
out for the day, and only Louisa and I (not to mention the 
house-maid) were left in charge of the house, whilst we were 
loitering away the time in looking through the shop windows, 
the son of a poor woman, who earned very hard bread indeed by 
mending stockings, in a stall in the neighbourhood, offer'd us 
some nosegays, ring'd round a small basket; by selling of 
which the poor boy eked out his mother's maintenance of them 
both: nor was he fit for any other way of livelihood, since he 
was not only a perfect changeling, or idiot, but stammer'd so 
that there was no understanding even those sounds his halfdozen, 
at most, animal ideas prompted him to utter. 

</p>
               <p>The boys and servants in the neighbourhood had given him 
the nick-name of Good-natured Dick, from the soft simpleton's 
doing everything he was bid at the first word, and from his 
naturally having no turn to mischief; then, by the way, he 
was perfectly well made, stout, clean-limb'd, tall of his age, 
as strong as a horse and, withal, pretty featur'd; so that he 
was not, absolutely, such a figure to be snuffled at neither, 
if your nicety could, in favour of such essentials, have dispens'd 
with a face unwashed, hair tangled for want of combing, 
and so ragged a plight, that he might have disputed 
points of shew with e'er a heathen philosopher of them all. 

</p>
               <p>This boy we had often seen, and bought his flowers, out 
of pure compassion, and nothing more; but just at this time 
as he stood presenting us his basket, a sudden whim, a start 
of wayward fancy, seiz'd Louisa; and, without consulting me, 
she calls him in, and beginning to examine his nosegays, 
culls out two, one for herself, another for me, and pulling 
out half a crown, very currently gives it him to change, as 
if she had really expected he could have changed it: but the 
boy, scratching his head, made his signs explaining his inability 
in place of words, which he could not, with all his 
struggling, articulate. 

</p>
               <p>Louisa, at this, says:  "Well, my lad, come up-stairs 
with me, and I will give you your due," winking at the same 
time to me, and beckoning me to accompany her, which I did, 
securing first the street-door, that by this means, together 
with the shop, became wholly the care of the faithful house-maid. 

</p>
               <p>As we went up, Louisa whispered to me that she had conceiv'd 
a strange longing to be satisfy'd, whether the general 
rule held good with regard to this changeling, and how far 
nature had made him amends, in her best bodily gifts, for her 
denial of the sublimer intellectual ones; begging, at the 
same time, my assistance in procuring her this satisfaction. 
A want of complaisance was never my vice, and I was so far 
from opposing this extravagant frolic, that now, bit with the 
same maggot, and my curiosity conspiring with hers, I enter'd 
plum into it, on my own account. 

</p>
               <p>Consequently, as soon as we came into Louisa's bedchamber, 
whilst she was amusing him with picking out his 
nosegays, I undertook the lead, and began the attack.  As it 
was not then very material to keep much measures with a mere 
natural, I made presently very free with him, though at my 
first motion of meddling, his surprize and confusion made 
him receive my advances but aukwardly: nay, insomuch that he 
bashfully shy'd, and shy'd back a little; till encouraging 
him with my eyes, plucking him playfully by the hair, sleeking 
his cheeks, and forwarding my point by a number of little 
wantonness, I soon turn'd him familiar, and gave nature her 
sweetest alarm: so that arous'd, and beginning to feel himself, 
we could, amidst all the innocent laugh and grin I had 
provoked him into, perceive the fire lighting in his eyes, 
and, diffusing over his cheeks, blend its glow with that of 
his blushes.  The emotion in short of animal pleasure glar'd 
distinctly in the simpleton's countenance; yet, struck with 
the novelty of the scene, he did not know which way to look 
or move; but tame, passive, simpering, with his mouth half 
open in stupid rapture, stood and tractably suffer'd me to 
do what I pleased with him.  His basket was dropt out of his 
hands, which Louisa took care of. 

</p>
               <p>I had now, through more than one rent, discovered and 
felt his thighs, the skin of which seemed the smoother and 
fairer for the coarseness, and even dirt of his dress, as 
the teeth of Negroes seem the whiter for the surrounding 
black; and poor indeed of habit, poor of understanding, he 
was, however, abundantly rich in personal treasures, such as 
flesh, firm, plump, and replete with the juices of youth, 
and robust well-knit limbs.  My fingers too had now got within 
reach of the true, the genuine sensitive plant, which, 
instead of shrinking from the touch, joys to meet it, and 
swells and vegetates under it: mine pleasingly informed me 
that matters were so ripe for the discovery we meditated, 
that they were too mighty for the confinement they were ready 
to break.  A waistband that I unskewer'd, and a rag of a shirt 
that I removed, and which could not have cover'd a quarter of 
it, revealed the whole of the idiot's standard of distinction, 
erect, in full pride and display: but such a one! it was positively 
of so tremendous a size, that prepared as we were to 
see something extraordinary, it still, out of measure, surpass'd 
our expectation, and astonish'd even me, who had not 
been used to trade in trifles.  In fine, it might have answered 
very well the making a show of; its enormous head seemed, 
in hue and size, not unlike a common sheep's heart; then you 
might have troll'd dice securely along the broad back of the 
body of it; the length of it too was prodigious; then the rich 
appendage of the treasure-bag beneath, large in proportion, 
gather'd and crisp'd up round in shallow furrows, helped to 
fill the eye, and complete the proof of his being a natural, 
not quite in vain; since it was full manifest that he inherited, 
and largely too, the prerogative of majesty which distinguishes 
that otherwise most unfortunate condition, and gives 
rise to the vulgar saying "A fool's bauble is a lady's play-fellow." 
Not wholly without reason: for, generally speaking, 
it is in love as it is in war, where longest weapon carries 
it.  Nature, in short, had done so much for him in those 
parts, that she perhaps held herself acquitted in doing so 
little for his head. 

</p>
               <p>For my part, who had sincerely no intention to push the 
joke further than simply satisfying my curiosity with the 
sight of it alone, I was content, in spite of the temptation 
that star'd me in the face, with having rais'd a May-pole 
for another to hang a garland on: for, by this time, easily 
reading Louisa's desires in her wishful eyes, I acted the 
commodious part and made her, who sought no better sport, 
significant terms of encouragement to go through-stitch with 
her adventure; intimating too that I would stay and see fair 
play: in which, indeed, I had in view to humour a new-born 
curiosity, to observe what appearances active nature would put 
on in a natural, in the course of this her darling operation. 

</p>
               <p>Louisa, whose appetite was up, and who, like the industrious 
bee, was, it seems, not above gathering the sweets of 
so rare a flower, tho' she found it planted on a dunghill, 
was but too readily disposed to take the benefit of my 
cession.  Urg'd then strongly by her own desires, and embolden'd 
by me, she presently determined to risk a trial of 
parts with the idiot, who was by this time nobly inflam'd 
for her purpose, by all the irritations we had used to put 
the principles of pleasure effectually into motion, and to 
wind up the springs of its organ to their supreme pitch; and 
it stood accordingly stiff and straining, ready to burst with 
the blood and spirits that swelled it . . . to a bulk!  No! 
I shall never forget it. 

</p>
               <p>Louisa then, taking and holding the fine handle that 
so invitingly offer'd itself, led the ductile youth by that 
master-tool of his, as she stept backward towards the bed; 
which he joyfully gave way to, under the incitations of instinct 
and palpably deliver'd up to the goad of desire. 

</p>
               <p>Stopped then by the bed, she took the fall she lov'd, 
and lean'd to the most, gently backward upon it, still holding 
fast what she held, and taking care to give her cloaths 
a convenient toss up, so that her thighs duly disclos'd, and 
elevated, laid open all the outward prospect of the treasury 
of love: the rose-lipt overture presenting the cock-pit so 
fair, that it was not in nature even for a natural to miss it. 
Nor did he, for Louisa, fully bent on grappling with it, and 
impatient of dalliance or delay, directed faithfully the point 
of the battering-piece, and bounded up with a rage of so voracious 
appetite, to meet and favour the thrust of insertion, 
that the fierce activity on both sides effected it with such 
pain of distention, that Louisa cry'd out violently that she 
was hurt beyond bearing, that she was killed.  But it was too 
late: the storm was up, and force was on her to give way to 
it; for now the man-machine, strongly work'd upon by the sensual 
passion, felt so manfully his advantages and superiority, 
felt withal the sting of pleasure so intolerable, that maddening 
with it, his joys began to assume a character of furiousness 
which made me tremble for the too tender Louisa.  He 
seemed, at this juncture, greater than himself; his countenance, 
before so void of meaning, or expression, now grew big 
with the importance of the act he was upon.  In short, it was 
not now that he was to be play'd the fool with.  But, what is 
pleasant enough, I myself was aw'd into a sort of respect for 
him, by the comely terrors his motions dressed him in: his 
eyes shooting sparks of fire; his face glowing with ardours 
that gave another life to it; his teeth churning; his whole 
frame agitated with a raging ungovernable impetuosity: all 
sensibly betraying the formidable fierceness with which the 
genial instinct acted upon him.  Butting then and goring all 
before him, and mad and wild like an over-driven steer, he 
ploughs up the tender furrow, all insensible to Louisa's complaints; 
nothing can stop, nothing can keep out a fury like 
his: with which, having once got its head in, its blind rage 
soon made way for the rest, piercing, rending, and breaking 
open all obstructions.  The torn, split, wounded girl cries, 
struggles, invokes me to her rescue, and endeavours to get 
from under the young savage, or shake him off, but alas! in 
vain: her breath might as soon have still'd or stemm'd a storm 
in winter, as all her strength have quell'd his rough assault, 
or put him out of his course.  And indeed, all her efforts and 
struggles were manag'd with such disorder, that they serv'd 
rather to entangle, and fold her the faster in the twine of 
his boisterous arms; so that she was tied to the stake, and 
oblig'd to fight the match out, if she died for it.  For his 
part, instinct-ridden as he was, the expressions of his animal 
passion, partaking something of ferocity, were rather worrying 
than kisses, intermix'd with eager ravenous love-bites on her 
cheeks and neck, the prints of which did not wear out for some 
days after. 

</p>
               <p>Poor Louisa, however, bore up at length better than could 
have been expected; and though she suffer'd, and greatly too, 
yet, ever true to the good old cause, she suffer'd with pleasure 
and enjoyed her pain.  And soon now, by dint of an enrag'd 
enforcement, the brute-machine, driven like a whirlwind, 
made all smoke again, and wedging its way up, to the 
utmost extremity, left her, in point of penetration, nothing 
to fear or to desire: and now, 
<quote>
                     <l>"Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth," (Shakespeare.) 
</l>
                  </quote>
Louisa lay, pleas'd to the heart, pleas'd to her utmost capacity 
of being so, with every fibre in those parts, stretched 
almost to breaking, on a rack of joy, whilst the instrument 
of all this overfulness searched her senses with its sweet 
excess, till the pleasure gained upon her so, its point stung 
her so home, that catching at length the rage from her furious 
driver and sharing the riot of his wild rapture, she 
went wholly out of her mind into that favourite part of her 
body, the whole intenseness of which was so fervously fill'd, 
and employ'd: there alone she existed, all lost in those delirious 
transports, those extasies of the senses, which her 
winking eyes, the brighten'd vermilion of her lips and cheeks, 
and sighs of pleasure deeply fetched, so pathetically express'd. 
In short, she was now as mere a machine as much 
wrought on, and had her motions as little at her own command 
as the natural himself, who thus broke in upon her, made her 
feel with a vengeance his tempestuous tenderness, and the 
force of the mettle he battered with; their active loins 
quivered again with the violence of their conflict, till the 
surge of pleasure, foaming and raging to a height, drew down 
the pearly shower that was to allay this hurricane.  The 
purely sensitive idiot then first shed those tears of joy that 
attend its last moments, not without an agony of delight and 
even almost a roar of rapture, as the gush escaped him; so 
sensibly too for Louisa, that she kept him faithful company, 
going off, in consent, with the old symptoms: a delicious 
delirium, a tremulous convulsive shudder, and the critical 
dying Oh!  And now, on his getting off, she lay pleasure-drench'd, 
and re-gorging its essential sweets; but quite 
spent, and gasping for breath, without other sensation of 
life than in those exquisite vibrations that trembled yet on 
the strings of delight, which had been too intensively 
touched, and which nature had been so intensly stirred with, 
for the senses to be quickly at peace from. 

</p>
               <p>As for the changeling, whose curious engine had been 
thus successfully played off, his shift of countenance and 
gesture had even something droll, or rather tragi-comic in 
it: there was now an air of sad repining foolishness, super-added 
to his natural one of no-meaning and idiotism, as he 
stood with his label of manhood, now lank, unstiffen'd, becalm'd, 
and flapping against his thighs, down which it reach'd 
half-way, terrible even in its fall, whilst under the dejection 
of spirit and flesh, which naturally followed, his eyes, 
by turns, cast down towards his struck standard, or piteously 
lifted to Louisa, seemed to require at her hands what he had 
so sensibly parted from to her, and now ruefully miss'd.  But 
the vigour of nature, soon returning, dissipated the blast of 
faintness which the common law of enjoyment had subjected him 
to; and now his basket re-became his main concern, which I 
look'd for, and brought him, whilst Louisa restor'd his dress 
to its usual condition, and afterwards pleased him perhaps 
more by taking all his flowers off his hands, and paying him, 
at his rate, for them, than if she had embarrass'd him by a 
present that he would have been puzzled to account for, and 
might have put others on tracing the motives of. 

</p>
               <p>Whether she ever return'd to the attack I know not, and, 
to say the truth, I believe not.  She had had her freak out, 
and had pretty plentifully drown'd her curiosity in a glut of 
pleasure, which, as it happened, had no other consequence 
than that the lad, who retain'd only a confused memory of the 
transaction, would, when he saw her, for some time after, 
express a grin of joy and familiarity, after his idiot manner, 
and soon forgot her in favour of the next woman, tempted, on 
the report of his parts, to take him in. 

</p>
            </div>
            <div>
               <head>Part 10</head>
               <p>Louisa herself did not long outstay this adventure at 
Mrs. Cole's (to whom, by-the-bye, we took care not to boast 
of our exploit, till all fear of consequences were clearly 
over): for an occasion presenting itself of proving her 
passion for a young fellow, at the expense of her discretion, 
proceeding all in character, she pack'd up her toilet at half 
a day's warning and went with him abroad, since which I 
entirely lost sight of her, and it never fell in my way to 
hear what became of her. 

</p>
               <p>But a few days after she had left us, two very pretty 
young gentlemen, who were Mrs. Cole's especial favourites, 
and free of her academy, easily obtain'd her consent for 
Emily's and my acceptance of a party of pleasure at a little 
but agreeable house belonging to one of them, situated not 
far up the river Thames, on the Surry side. 

</p>
               <p>Everything being settled, and it being a fine summerday, 
but rather of the warmest, we set out after dinner, and 
got to our rendez-vous about four in the afternoon; where, 
landing at the foot of a neat, joyous pavillion, Emily and I 
were handed into it by our squires, and there drank tea with 
a cheerfulness and gaiety that the beauty of the prospect, 
the serenity of the weather, and the tender politeness of our 
sprightly gallants naturally led us into. 

</p>
               <p>After tea, and taking a turn in the garden, my particular, 
who was the master of the house, and had in no sense 
schem'd this party of pleasure for a dry one, propos'd to us, 
with that frankness which his familiarity at Mrs. Cole's 
entitled him to, as the weather was excessively hot, to bathe 
together, under a commodious shelter that he had prepared 
expressly for that purpose, in a creek of the river, with 
which a side-door of the pavilion immediately communicated, 
and where we might be sure of having our diversion out, safe 
from interruption, and with the utmost privacy. 

</p>
               <p>Emily, who never refus'd anything, and I, who ever 
delighted in bathing, and had no exception to the person who 
propos'd it, or to those pleasures it was easy to guess it 
implied, took care, on this occasion, not to wrong our 
training at Mrs. Cole's, and agreed to it with as good a 
grace as we could.  Upon which, without loss of time, we 
return'd instantly to the pavilion, one door of which open'd 
into a tent, pitch'd before it, that with its marquise, 
formed a pleasing defense against the sun, or the weather, 
and was besides as private as we could wish.  The lining of 
it, imbossed cloth, represented a wild forest-foliage, from 
the top down to the sides, which, in the same stuff, were 
figur'd with fluted pilasters, with their spaces between 
fill'd with flower-vases, the whole having a gay effect upon 
the eye, wherever you turn'd it. 

</p>
               <p>Then it reached sufficiently into the water, yet contain'd 
convenient benches round it, on the dry ground, either 
to keep our cloaths, or . . ., or . . ., in short, for more 
uses than resting upon.  There was a side-table too, loaded 
with sweetmeats, jellies, and other eatables, and bottles of 
wine and cordials, by way of occasional relief from any rawness, 
or chill of the water, or from any faintness from whatever 
cause; and in fact, my gallant, who understood chere 
entiere perfectly, and who, for taste (even if you would not 
approve this specimen of it) might have been comptroller of 
pleasures to a Roman emperor, had left no requisite towards 
convenience or luxury unprovided. 

</p>
               <p>As soon as we had look'd round this inviting spot, and 
every preliminary of privacy was duly settled, strip was the 
word: when the young gentlemen soon dispatch'd the undressing 
each his partner and reduced us to the naked confession of 
all those secrets of person which dress generally hides, and 
which the discovery of was, naturally speaking, not to our 
disadvantage.  Our hands, indeed, mechanically carried towards 
the most interesting part of us, screened, at first, all from 
the tufted cliff downwards, till we took them away at their 
desire, and employed them in doing them the same office, of 
helping off with their cloaths; in the process of which, there 
pass'd all the little wantonnesses and frolicks that you may 
easily imagine. 

</p>
               <p>As for my spark, he was presently undressed, all to his 
shirt, the fore-lappet of which as he lean'd languishingly on 
me, he smilingly pointed to me to observe, as it bellied out, 
or rose and fell, according to the unruly starts of the motion 
behind it; but it was soon fix'd, for now taking off his 
shirt, and naked as a Cupid, he shew'd it me at so upright a 
stand, as prepar'd me indeed for his application to me for 
instant ease; but, tho' the sight of its fine size was fit 
enough to fire me, the cooling air, as I stood in this state 
of nature, joined to the desire I had of bathing first, enabled 
me to put him off, and tranquillize him, with the remark 
that a little suspense would only set a keener edge on 
the pleasure.  Leading then the way, and shewing our friends 
an example of continency, which they were giving signs of 
losing respect to, we went hand in hand into the stream, till 
it took us up to our neck, where the no more than grateful 
coolness of the water gave my senses a delicious refreshment 
from the sultriness of the season, and made more alive, more 
happy in myself, and, in course, more alert, and open to 
voluptuous impressions. 

</p>
               <p>Here I lav'd and wanton'd with the water, or sportively 
play'd with my companion, leaving Emily to deal with hers at 
discretion.  Mine, at length, not content with making me take 
the plunge over head and ears, kept splashing me, and provoking 
me with all the little playful tricks he could devise, 
and which I strove not to remain in his debt for.  We gave, 
in short, a loose to mirth; and now, nothing would serve him 
but giving his hands the regale of going over every part of 
me, neck, breast, belly, thighs, and all the et cetera, so 
dear to the imagination, under the pretext of washing and 
rubbing them; as we both stood in the water, no higher now 
than the pit of our stomachs, and which did not hinder him 
from feeling, and toying with that leak that distinguishes 
our sex, and it so wonderfully water-tight: for his fingers, 
in vain dilating and opening it, only let more flame than 
water into it, be it said without a figure.  At the same time 
he made me feel his own engine, which was so well wound up, 
as to stand even the working in water, and he accordingly 
threw one arm round my neck, and was endeavouring to get the 
better of that harsher construction bred by the surrounding 
fluid; and had in effect won his way so far as to make me 
sensible of the pleasing stretch of those nether-lips, from 
the in-driving machine; when, independent of my not liking 
that aukward mode of enjoyment, I could not help interrupting 
him, in order to become joint spectators of a plan of 
joy, in hot operation between Emily and her partner; who 
impatient of the fooleries and dalliance of the bath, had led 
his nymph to one of the benches on the green bank, where he 
was very cordially proceeding to teach her the difference betwixt 
jest and earnest. 

</p>
               <p>There, setting her on his knee, and gliding one hand over 
the surface of that smooth polish'd snow-white skin of hers, 
which now doubly shone with a dew-bright lustre, and presented 
to the touch something like what one would imagine of animated 
ivory, especially in those ruby-nippled globes, which the 
touch is so fond of and delights to make love to, with the 
other he was lusciously exploring the sweet secret of nature, 
in order to make room for a stately piece of machinery, that 
stood uprear'd, between her thighs, as she continued sitting 
on his lap, and pressed hard for instant admission, which the 
tender Emily, in a fit of humour deliciously protracted, affecting 
to decline, and elude the very pleasure she sigh'd 
for, but in a style of waywardness so prettily put on, and 
managed, as to render it ten times more poignant; then her 
eyes, all amidst the softest dying languishment, express'd at 
once a mock denial and extreme desire, whilst her sweetness 
was zested with a coyness so pleasingly provoking, her moods 
of keeping him off were so attractive, that they redoubled 
the impetuous rage with which he cover'd her with kisses: and 
the kisses that, whilst she seemed to shy from or scuffle for, 
the cunning wanton contrived such sly returns of, as were 
doubtless the sweeter for the gust she gave them, of being 
stolen ravished. 

</p>
               <p>Thus Emily, who knew no art but that which nature itself, 
in favour of her principal end, pleasure, had inspir'd her 
with, the art of yielding, coy'd it indeed, but coy'd it to 
the purpose; for with all her straining, her wrestling, and 
striving to break from the clasp of his arms, she was so far 
wiser yet than to mean it, that in her struggles, it was 
visible she aim'd at nothing more than multiplying points of 
touch with him, and drawing yet closer the folds that held 
them every where entwined, like two tendrils of a vine intercurling 
together: so that the same effect, as when Louisa 
strove in good earnest to disengage from the idiot, was now 
produced by different motives. 

</p>
               <p>Mean while, their emersion out of the cold water had 
caused a general glow, a tender suffusion of heighten'd 
carnation over their bodies; both equally white and smooth-skinned; 
so that as their limbs were thus amorously interwoven, 
in sweet confusion, it was scarce possible to distinguish 
who they respectively belonged to, but for the brawnier, 
bolder muscles of the stronger sex. 

</p>
               <p>In a little time, however, the champion was fairly in 
with her, and had tied at all points the true lover's knot; 
when now, adieu all the little refinements of a finessed reluctance; 
adieu the friendly feint!  She was presently driven 
forcibly out of the power of using any art; and indeed, what 
art must not give way, when nature, corresponding with her 
assailant, invaded in the heart of her capital and carried by 
storm, lay at the mercy of the proud conqueror who had made 
his entry triumphantly and completely?  Soon, however, to become 
a tributary: for the engagement growing hotter and 
hotter, at close quarters, she presently brought him to the 
pass of paying down the dear debt to nature; which she had no 
sooner collected in, but, like a duellist who has laid his 
antagonist at his feet, when he has himself received a mortal 
wound, Emily had scarce time to plume herself upon her victory, 
but, shot with the same discharge, she, in a loud expiring 
sigh, in the closure of her eyes, the stretch-out of 
her limbs, and a remission of her whole frame, gave manifest 
signs that all was as it should be. 

</p>
               <p>For my part, who had not with the calmest patience stood 
in the water all this time, to view this warm action, I lean'd 
tenderly on my gallant, and at the close of it, seemed'd to 
ask him with my eyes what he thought of it; but he, more eager 
to satisfy me by his actions than by words or looks, as we 
shoal'd the water towards the shore, shewed me the staff of 
love so intensely set up, that had not even charity beginning 
at home in this case, urged me to our mutual relief, it would 
have been cruel indeed to have suffered the youth to burst 
with straining, when the remedy was so obvious and so near at 
hand. 

</p>
               <p>Accordingly we took to a bench, whilst Emily and her 
spark, who belonged it seems to the sea, stood at the sideboard, 
drinking to our good voyage: for, as the last observ'd, 
we were well under weigh, with a fair wind up channel, and 
full-freighted; nor indeed were we long before we finished our 
trip to Cythera, and unloaded in the old haven; but, as the 
circumstances did not admit of much variation, I shall spare 
you the description. 

</p>
               <p>At the same time, allow me to place you here an excuse 
I am conscious of owing you, for having, perhaps, too much 
affected the figurative style; though surely, it can pass nowhere 
more allowably than in a subject which is so properly 
the province of poetry, nay, is poetry itself, pregnant with 
every flower of imagination and loving metaphors, even were 
not the natural expressions, for respects of fashion and 
sound, necessarily forbid it. 

</p>
               <p>Resuming now my history, you may please to know that 
what with a competent number of repetitions, all in the same 
strain (and, by-the-bye, we have a certain natural sense that 
those repetitions are very much to the taste), what with a 
circle of pleasures delicately varied, there was not a moment 
lost to joy all the time we staid there, till late in the 
night we were re-escorted home by our squires, who delivered 
us safe to Mrs. Cole, with generous thanks for our company. 

</p>
               <p>This too was Emily's last adventure in our way: for 
scarce a week after, she was, by an accident too trivial to 
detail to you the particulars, found out by her parents, who 
were in good circumstances, and who had been punish'd for 
their partiality to their son, in the loss of him, occasion'd 
by a circumstance of their over-indulgence to his appetite; 
upon which the so long engross'd stream of fondness, running 
violently in favour of this lost and inhumanly abandon'd child 
whom if they had not neglected enquiry about, they might long 
before have recovered.  They were now so overjoyed at the retrieval 
of her, that, I presume, it made them much less strict 
in examining the bottom of things: for they seem'd very glad 
to take for granted, in the lump, everything that the grave 
and decent Mrs. Cole was pleased to pass upon them; and soon 
afterwards sent her, from the country, a handsome acknowledgement. 

</p>
               <p>But it was not so easy to replace to our community the 
loss of so sweet a member of it: for, not to mention her 
beauty, she was one of those mild, pliant characters that if 
one does not entirely esteem, one can scarce help loving, 
which is not such a bad compensation neither.  Owing all her 
weakness to good-nature, and an indolent facility that kept 
her too much at the mercy of first impressions, she had just 
sense enough to know that she wanted leading-strings, and 
thought herself so much obliged to any who would take the 
pains to think for her, and guide her, that with a very little 
management, she was capable of being made a most agreeable, 
nay, a most virtuous wife: for vice, it is probable, had never 
been her choice, or her fate, if it had not been for occasion, 
or example, or had she not depended less upon herself than 
upon her circumstances.  This presumption her conduct afterwards 
verified: for presently meeting with a match that was 
ready cut and dry for her, with a neighbour's son of her own 
rank, and a young man of sense and order, who took her as the 
widow of one lost at sea (for so it seems one of her gallants, 
whose name she had made free with, really was), she naturally 
struck into all the duties of their domestic life with as much 
constancy and regularity, as if she had never swerv'd from a 
state of undebauch'd innocence from her youth. 

</p>
               <p>These desertions had, however, now so far thinned Mrs. 
Cole's brood that she was left with only me like a hen with 
one chicken; but tho' she was earnestly entreated and encourag'd 
to recruit her corps, her growing infirmities, and, 
above all, the tortures of a stubborn hip-gout, which she 
found would yield to no remedy, determin'd her to bread up her 
business and retire with a decent pittance into the country, 
where I promis'd myself nothing so sure, as my going down to 
live with her as soon as I had seen a little more of life and 
improv'd my small matters into a competency that would create 
in me an independence on the world: for I was, now, thanks to 
Mrs. Cole, wise enough to keep that essential in view. 

</p>
               <p>Thus was I then to lose my faithful preceptress, as did 
the Philosophers of the town the White Crow of her profession. 
For besides that she never ransacked her customers, whose 
taste too she ever studiously consulted, besides that she 
never racked her pupils with unconscionable extortions, nor 
ever put their hard earnings, as she call'd them, under the 
contribution of poundage.  She was a severe enemy to the 
seduction for innocence, and confin'd her acquisitions solely 
to those unfortunate young women, who, having lost it, were 
but the juster objects of compassion: among these, indeed, 
she pick'd but such as suited her views and taking them under 
her protection, rescu'd them from the danger of the publick 
sinks of ruin and misery, to place, or do for them, well or 
ill, in the manner you have seen.  Having then settled her 
affairs, she set out on her journey, after taking the most 
tender leave of me, and at the end of some excellent instructions, 
recommending me to myself, with an anxiety perfectly 
maternal.  In short, she affected me so much, that I was not 
presently reconcil'd to myself for suffering her at any rate 
to go without me; but fate had, it seems, otherwise dispos'd 
of me. 

</p>
               <p>I had, on my separation from Mrs. Cole, taken a pleasant 
convenient house at Marybone, but easy to rent and manage from 
its smallness, which I furnish'd neatly and modestly.  There, 
with a reserve of eight hundred pounds, the fruit of my deference 
to Mrs. Cole's counsels, exclusive of cloaths, some 
jewels, some plate, I saw myself in purse for a long time, to 
wait without impatience for what the chapter of accidents 
might produce in my favour. 

</p>
               <p>Here, under the new character of a young gentle-woman 
whose husband was gone to sea, I had mark'd me out such lines 
of life and conduct, as leaving me at a competent liberty to 
pursue my views either out of pleasure or fortune, bounded me 
nevertheless strictly within the rules of decency and discretion: 
a disposition in which you cannot escape observing a 
true pupil of Mrs. Cole. 

</p>
               <p>I was scarce, however, well warm in my new abode, when 
going out one morning pretty early to enjoy the freshness of 
it, in the pleasing outlet of the fields, accompanied only by 
a maid, whom I had newly hired, as we were carelessly walking 
among the trees we were alarmed with the noise of a violent 
coughing: turning our heads towards which, we distinguish'd a 
plain well-dressed elderly gentleman, who, attack'd with a 
sudden fit, was so much overcome as to be forc'd to give way 
to it and sit down at the foot of a tree, where he seemed 
suffocating with the severity of it, being perfectly black in 
the face: not less mov'd than frighten'd with which, I flew 
on the instant to his relief, and using the rote of practice 
I had observ'd on the like occasion, I loosened his cravat 
and clapped him on the back; but whether to any purpose, or 
whether the cough had had its course, I know not, but the fit 
immediately went off; and now recover'd to his speech and 
legs, he returned me thanks with as much emphasis as if I had 
sav'd his life.  This naturally engaging a conversation, he 
acquainted me where he lived, which was at a considerable 
distance from where I met with him, and where he had stray'd 
insensibly on the same intention of a morning walk. 

</p>
               <p>He was, as I afterwards learn'd in the course of the 
intimacy which this little accident gave birth to, an old 
bachelor, turn'd of sixty, but of a fresh vigorous complexion, 
insomuch that he scarce marked five and forty, having never 
rack'd his constitution by permitting his desires to overtax 
his ability. 

</p>
               <p>As to his birth and condition, his parents, honest and 
fail'd mechanicks, had, by the best traces he could get of 
them, left him an infant orphan on the parish; so that it was 
from a charity-school, that, by honesty and industry, he made 
his way into a merchant's counting-house; from whence, being 
sent to a house in CADIZ, he there, by his talents and activity, 
acquired a fortune, but an immense one, with which he 
returned to his native country; where he could not, however, 
so much as fish out one single relation out of the obscurity 
he was born in.  Taking then a taste for retirement, and 
pleas'd to enjoy life, like a mistress in the dark, he flowed 
his days in all the ease of opulence, without the least parade 
of it; and, rather studying the concealment than the shew of a 
fortune, looked down on a world he perfectly knew; himself, to 
his wish, unknown and unmarked by. 

</p>
               <p>But, as I propose to devote a letter entirely to the 
pleasure of retracing to you all the particulars of my acquaintance 
with this ever, to me, memorable friend, I shall, 
in this, transiently touch on no more than may serve, as 
mortar to cement, to form the connection of my history, and 
to obviate your surprize that one of my high blood and relish 
of life should count a gallant of threescore such a catch. 

</p>
               <p>Referring then to a more explicit narrative, to explain 
by what progressions our acquaintance, certainly innocent at 
first, insensibly changed nature, and ran into unplatonic 
lengths, as might well be expected from one of my condition 
of life, and above all, from that principle of electricity 
that scarce ever fails of producing fire when the sexes meet. 
I shall only her acquaint you, that as age had not subdued 
his tenderness for our sex, neither had it robbed him of the 
power of pleasing, since whatever he wanted in the bewitching 
charms of youth, he aton'd for, or supplemented with the advantages 
of experience, the sweetness of his manners, and 
above all, his flattering address in touching the heart, by 
an application to the understanding.  From him it was I first 
learn'd, to any purpose, and not without infinite pleasure, 
that I had such a portion of me worth bestowing some regard 
on; from him I received my first essential encouragement, and 
instructions how to put it in that train of cultivation, which 
I have since pushed to the little degree of improvement you 
see it at; he it was, who first taught me to be sensible that 
the pleasures of the mind were superior to those of the body; 
at the same time, that they were so far from obnoxious to, or 
incompatible with each other, that, besides the sweetness in 
the variety and transition, the one serv'd to exalt and perfect 
the taste of the other to a degree that the senses alone 
can never arrive at. 

</p>
               <p>Himself a rational pleasurist, as being much too wise to 
be asham'd of the pleasures of humanity, loved me indeed, but 
loved me with dignity; in a mean equally remov'd from the 
sourness, of forwardness, by which age is unpleasingly characteriz'd, 
and from that childish silly dotage that so often 
disgraces it, and which he himself used to turn into ridicule, 
and compare to an old goat affecting the frisk of a young kid. 

</p>
               <p>In short, everything that is generally unamiable in his 
season of life was, in him, repair'd by so many advantages, 
that he existed a proof, manifest at least to me, that it is 
not out of the power of age to please, if it lays out to 
please, and if, making just allowances, those in that class 
do not forget that it must cost them more pains and attention 
than what youth, the natural spring-time of joy, stands in 
need of: as fruits out of season require proportionably more 
skill and cultivation, to force them. 

</p>
               <p>With this gentleman then, who took me home soon after 
our acquaintance commenc'd, I lived near eight months; in 
which time, my constant complaisance and docility, my attention 
to deserve his confidence and love, and a conduct, in 
general, devoid of the least art and founded on my sincere 
regard and esteem for him, won and attach'd him so firmly to 
me, that, after having generously trusted me with a genteel, 
independent settlement, proceeding to heap marks of affection 
on me, he appointed me, by an authentick will, his sole 
heiress and executrix: a disposition which he did not outlive 
two months, being taken from me by a violent cold that he 
contracted as he unadvisedly ran to the window on an alarm of 
fire, at some streets distance, and stood there naked-breasted, 
and exposed to the fatal impressions of a damp night-air. 

</p>
               <p>After acquitting myself of my duty towards my deceas'd 
benefactor, and paying him a tribute of unfeign'd sorrow, 
which a little time chang'd into a most tender, grateful 
memory of him that I shall ever retain, I grew somewhat comforted 
by the prospect that now open'd to me, if not of happiness 
at least of affluence and independence. 

</p>
               <p>I saw myself then in the full bloom and pride of youth 
(for I was not yet nineteen) actually at the head of so large 
a fortune, as it would have been even the height of impudence 
in me to have raised my wishes, much more my hopes, to; and 
that this unexpected elevation did not turn my head, I ow'd 
to the pains my benefactor had taken to form and prepare me 
for it, as I ow'd his opinion of my management of the vast 
possessions he left me, to what he had observ'd of the prudential 
economy I had learned under Mrs. Cole, of which the 
reserve he saw I had made was a proof and encouragement to 
him. 

</p>
               <p>But, alas! how easily is the enjoyment of the greatest 
sweets in life, in present possession, poisoned by the regret 
of an absent one! but my regret was a mighty and just one, 
since it had my only truly beloved Charles for its object. 

</p>
               <p>Given him up I had, indeed, compleatly, having never once 
heard from him since our separation; which, as I found afterwards, 
had been my misfortune, and not his neglect, for he 
wrote me several letters which had all miscarried; but forgotten 
him I never had.  Amidst all my personal infidelities, 
not one had made a pin's point impression on a heart impenetrable 
to the true love-passion, but for him. 

</p>
               <p>As soon, however, as I was mistress of this unexpected 
fortune, I felt more than ever how dear he was to me, from 
its insufficiency to make me happy, whilst he was not to 
share it with me.  My earliest care, consequently, was to 
endeavour at getting some account of him; but all my researches 
produc'd me no more light than that his father had 
been dead for some time, not so well as even with the world; 
and that Charles had reached his port of destination in the 
South-Seas, where, finding the estate he was sent to recover 
dwindled to a trifle, by the loss of two ships in which the 
bulk of his uncle's fortune lay, he was come away with the 
small remainder, and might, perhaps, according to the best 
advice, in a few months return to England, from whence he 
had, at the time of this my inquiry, been absent two years 
and seven months.  A little eternity in love! 

</p>
               <p>You cannot conceive with what joy I embraced the hopes 
thus given me of seeing the delight of my heart again.  But, 
as the term of months was assigned it, in order to divert 
and amuse my impatience for his return, after settling my 
affairs with much ease and security, I set out on a journey 
for Lancashire, with an equipage suitable to my fortune, and 
with a design purely to revisit my place of nativity, for 
which I could not help retaining a great tenderness; and might 
naturally not be sorry to shew myself there, to the advantage 
I was now in pass to do, after the report Esther Davis had 
spread of my being spirited away to the plantations; for on 
no other supposition could she account for the suppression of 
myself to her, since her leaving me so abruptly at the inn. 
Another favourite intention I had, to look out for my relations, 
though I had none besides distant ones, and prove a 
benefactress to them.  Then Mrs. Cole's place of retirement 
lying in my way, was not amongst the least of the pleasures I 
had proposed to myself in this expedition. 

</p>
               <p>I had taken nobody with me but a discreet decent woman, 
to figure it as my companion, besides my servants, and was 
scarce got into an inn, about twenty miles from London, where 
I was to sup and pass the night, when such a storm of wind 
and rain sprang up as made me congratulate myself on having 
got under shelter before it began. 

</p>
               <p>This had continu'd a good half hour, when bethinking me 
of some directions to be given to the coachman, I sent for 
him, and not caring that his shoes should soil the very clean 
parlour, in which the cloth was laid, I stept into the hallkitchen, 
where he was, and where, whilst I was talking to him, 
I slantingly observ'd two horsemen driven in by the weather, 
and both wringing wet; one of whom was asking if they could 
not be assisted with a change, while their clothes were dried. 
But, heavens! who can express what I felt at the sound of a 
voice, ever present to my heart, and that is now rebounded at! 
or when pointing my eyes towards the person it came from, they 
confirm'd its information, in spite of so long an absence, and 
of a dress one would have imagin'd studied for a disguise: a 
horseman's great coat, with a stand-up cape, and his hat 
flapp'd . . . but what could escape the piercing alertness of 
a sense surely guided by love?  A transport then like mine was 
above all consideration, or schemes of surprize; and I, that 
instant, with the rapidity of the emotions that I felt the 
spur of, shot into his arms, crying out, as I threw mine round 
his neck:  "My life! . . . my soul! . . . my Charles! . . ." 
and without further power of speech, swoon'd away, under the 
pressing agitations of joy and surprize. 

</p>
               <p>Recover'd out of my entrancement, I found myself in my 
charmer's arms, but in the parlour, surrounded by a crowd 
which this event had gather'd round us, and which immediately, 
on a signal from the discreet landlady, who currently took him 
for my husband, clear'd the room, and desirably left us alone 
to the raptures of this reunion; my joy at which had like to 
have prov'd, at the expense of my life, power superior to that 
of grief at our fatal separation. 

</p>
               <p>The first object then, that my eyes open'd on, was their 
supreme idol, and my supreme wish Charles, on one knee, holding 
me fast by the hand and gazing on me with a transport of 
fondness.  Observing my recovery, he attempted to speak, and 
give vent to his patience of hearing my voice again, to 
satisfy him once more that it was me; but the mightiness and 
suddenness of the surprize, continuing to stun him, choked 
his utterance: he could only stammer out a few broken, half 
formed, faltering accents, which my ears greedily drinking 
in, spelt, and put together, so as to make out their sense; 
"After so long! . . . so cruel . . . an absence! . . . my 
dearest Fanny! . . . can it? . . . can it be you? . . ." 
stifling me at the same time with kisses, that, stopping my 
mouth, at once prevented the answer that he panted for, and 
increas'd the delicious disorder in which all my senses were 
rapturously lost.  Amidst however, this crowd of ideas, and 
all blissful ones, there obtruded only one cruel doubt, that 
poison'd nearly all the transcendent happiness: and what was 
it, but my dread of its being too excessive to be real?  I 
trembled now with the fear of its being no more than a 
dream, and of my waking out of it into the horrors of finding 
it one.  Under this fond apprehension, imagining I could 
not make too much of the present prodigious joy, before it 
should vanish and leave me in the desert again, nor verify 
its reality too strongly, I clung to him, I clasp'd him, as 
if to hinder him from escaping me again:  "Where have you 
been? . . . how could you . . . could you leave me? . . . 
Say you are still mine . . . that you still love me . . . 
and thus! thus!" (kissing him as if I would consolidate lips 
with him!)  "I forgive you . . . forgive my hard fortune in 
favour of this restoration." 

</p>
               <p>All these interjections breaking from me, in that wildness 
of expression that justly passes for eloquence in love, 
drew from him all the returns my fond heart could wish or 
require.  Our caresses, our questions, our answers, for some 
time observ'd no order; all crossing, or interrupting one 
another in sweet confusion, whilst we exchang'd hearts at our 
eyes, and renew'd the ratifications of a love unbated by time 
or absence: not a breath, not a motion, not a gesture on 
either side, but what was strongly impressed with it.  Our 
hands, lock'd in each other, repeated the most passionate 
squeezes, so that their fiery thrill went to the heart again. 

</p>
               <p>Thus absorbed, and concentre'd in this unutterable delight, 
I had not attended to the sweet author of it, being 
thoroughly wet, and in danger of catching cold; when, in good 
time, the landlady, whom the appearance of my equipage (which, 
by-the-bye, Charles knew nothing of) had gain'd me an interest 
in, for me and mine, interrupted us by bringing in a decent 
shift of linen and cloaths, which now, somewhat recover'd into 
a calmer composure by the coming in of a third person, I prest 
him to take the benefit of, with a tender concern and anxiety 
that made me tremble for his health. 

</p>
               <p>The landlady leaving us again, he proceeded to shift; in 
the act of which, tho' he proceeded with all that modesty 
which became these first solemner instants of our re-meeting 
after so long an absence, I could not contain certain snatches 
of my eyes, lured by the dazzling discoveries of his naked 
skin, that escaped him as he chang'd his linen, and which I 
could not observe the unfaded life and complexion of without 
emotions of tenderness and joy, that had himself too purely 
for their object to partake of a loose or mistim'd desire. 

</p>
               <p>He was soon drest in these temporary cloaths, which 
neither fitted him now became the light my passion plac'd 
him in, to me at least; yet, as they were on him, they look'd 
extremely well, in virtue of that magic charm which love put 
into everything that he touch'd, or had relation to him: and 
where, indeed, was that dress that a figure like this would 
not give grace to?  For now, as I ey'd him more in detail, I 
could not but observe the even favourable alteration which 
the time of his absence had produced in his person. 

</p>
               <p>There were still the requisite lineaments, still the 
same vivid vermilion and bloom reigning in his face: but now 
the roses were more fully blown; the tan of his travels, and 
a beard somewhat more distinguishable, had, at the expense 
of no more delicacy than what he could well spare, given it 
an air of becoming manliness and maturity, that symmetriz'd 
nobly with that air of distinction and empire with which 
nature had stamp'd it, in a rare mixture with the sweetness 
of it; still nothing had he lost of that smooth plumpness of 
flesh, which, glowing with freshness, blooms florid to the 
eye, and delicious to the touch; then his shoulders were 
grown more square, his shape more form'd, more portly, but 
still free and airy.  In short, his figure show'd riper, 
greater, and perfecter to the experienced eye than in his 
tender youth; and now he was not much more than two and 
twenty. 

</p>
               <p>In this interval, however, I pick'd out of the broken, 
often pleasingly interrupted account of himself, that he was, 
at that instant, actually on his road to London, in not a 
very paramount plight or condition, having been wreck'd on 
the Irish coast for which he had prematurely embark'd, and 
lost the little all he had brought with him from the South 
Seas; so that he had not till after great shifts and hardships, 
in the company of his fellow-traveller, the captain, 
got so far on his journey; that so it was (having heard of 
his father's death and circumstances) he had now the world 
to begin again, on a new account: a situation which he 
assur'd me, in a vein of sincerity that, flowing from his 
heart, penetrated mine, gave him to farther pain, than that 
he had it not in his power to make me as happy as he could 
wish.  My fortune, you will please to observe, I had not 
enter'd upon any overture of, reserving to feast myself with 
the surprize of it to him, in calmer instants.  And, as to 
my dress, it could give him no idea of the truth, not only 
as it was mourning, but likewise in a style of plainness and 
simplicity that I had ever kept to with studied art.  He 
press'd me indeed tenderly to satisfy his ardent curiosity, 
both with regard to my past and present state of life since 
his being torn away from me: but I had the address to elude 
his questions by answers that, shewing his satisfaction at 
no great distance, won upon him to waive his impatience, in 
favour of the thorough confidence he had in my not delaying 
it, but for respects I should in good time acquaint him with. 

</p>
               <p>Charles, however, thus returned to my longing arms, 
tender, faithful, and in health, was already a blessing too 
mighty for my conception: but Charles in distress! . . . 
Charles reduc'd, and broken down to his naked personal merit, 
was such a circumstance, in favour of the sentiments I had 
for him, as exceeded my utmost desires; and accordingly I 
seemed so visibly charm'd, so out of time and measure pleas'd 
at his mention of his ruin'd fortune, that he could account 
for it no way, but that the joy of seeing him again had swallow'd 
up every other sense, or concern. 

</p>
               <p>In the mean time, my woman had taken all possible care 
of Charles's travelling companion; and as supper was coming 
in, he was introduc'd to me, when I receiv'd him as became my 
regard for all of Charles's acquaintance or friends. 

</p>
               <p>We four then supp'd together, in the style of joy, congratulation, 
and pleasing disorder that you may guess.  For 
my part, though all these agitations had left me not the 
least stomach but for that uncloying feast, the sight of my 
ador'd youth, I endeavour'd to force it, by way of example 
for him, who I conjectur'd must want such a recruit after 
riding; and, indeed, he ate like a traveller, but gaz'd at, 
and addressed me all the time like a lover. 

</p>
               <p>After the cloth was taken away, and the hour of repose 
came on, Charles and I were, without further ceremony, in 
quality of man and wife, shewn up together to a very handsome 
apartment, and, all in course, the bed, they said, the best 
in the inn. 

</p>
               <p>And here, Decency, forgive me! if once more I violate 
thy laws and keeping the curtains undrawn, sacrifice thee for 
the last time to that confidence, without reserve, with which 
I engaged to recount to you the most striking circumstances 
of my youthful disorders. 

</p>
               <p>As soon, then, as we were in the room together, left to 
ourselves, the sight of the bed starting the remembrance of 
our first joys, and the thought of my being instantly to 
share it with the dear possessor of my virgin heart, mov'd 
me so strongly, that it was well I lean'd upon him, or I 
must have fainted again under the overpowering sweet alarm. 
Charles saw into my confusion, and forgot his own, that was 
scarce less, to apply himself to the removal of mine. 

</p>
               <p>But now the true refining passion had regain'd thorough 
possession of me, with all its train of symptoms: a sweet 
sensibility, a tender timidity, love-sick yearnings temper'd 
with diffidence and modesty, all held me in a subjection of 
soul, incomparably dearer to me than the liberty of heart 
which I had been long, too long! the mistress of, in the 
course of those grosser gallantries, the consciousness of 
which now made me sigh with a virtuous confusion and regret. 
No real virgin, in view of the nuptial bed, could give more 
bashful blushes to unblemish'd innocence than I did to a 
sense of guilt; and indeed I lov'd Charles too truly not to 
feel severely that I did not deserve him. 

</p>
               <p>As I kept hesitating and disconcerted under this soft 
distraction, Charles, with a fond impatience, took the pains 
to undress me; and all I can remember amidst the flutter and 
discomposure of my senses was some flattering exclamations of 
joy and admiration, more specially at the feel of my breasts, 
now set at liberty form my stays, and which panting and rising 
in tumultuous throbs, swell'd upon his dear touch, and 
gave it the welcome pleasure of finding them well form'd, and 
unfail'd in firmness. 

</p>
               <p>I was soon laid in bed, and scarce languish'd an instant 
for the darling partner of it, before he was undress'd and 
got between the sheets, with his arms clasp'd round me, giving 
and taking, with gust inexpressible, a kiss of welcome, 
that my heart rising to my lips stamp'd with its warmest 
impression, concurring to by bliss, with that delicate and 
voluptuous emotion which Charles alone had the secret to 
excite, and which constitutes the very life, the essence of 
pleasure. 

</p>
               <p>Meanwhile, two candles lighted on a side-table near us, 
and a joyous wood-fire, threw a light into the bed that took 
from one sense, of great importance to our joys, all pretext 
for complaining of its being shut out of its share of them; 
and indeed, the sight of my idolized youth was alone, from 
the ardour with which I had wished for it, without other circumstance, 
a pleasure to die of. 

</p>
               <p>But as action was now a necessity to desires so much on 
edge as ours, Charles, after a very short prelusive dalliance, 
lifting up my linen and his own, laid the broad treasures of 
his manly chest close to my bosom, both beating with the 
tenderest alarms: when now, the sense of his glowing body, in 
naked touch with mine, took all power over my thoughts out of 
my own disposal, and deliver'd up every faculty of the soul 
to the sensiblest of joys, that affecting me infinitely more 
with my distinction of the person than of the sex, now 
brought my conscious heart deliciously into play: my heart, 
which eternally constant to Charles, had never taken any part 
in my occasional sacrifices to the calls of constitution, 
complaisance, or interest.  But ah! what became of me, when 
as the powers of solid pleasure thickened upon me, I could 
not help feeling the stiff stake that had been adorn'd with 
the trophies of my despoil'd virginity, bearing hard and 
inflexible against one of my thighs, which I had not yet 
opened, from a true principle of modesty, reviv'd by a passion 
too sincere to suffer any aiming at the false merit of 
difficulty, or my putting on an impertinent mock coyness. 

</p>
               <p>I have, I believe, somewhere before remark'd, that the 
feel of that favourite piece of manhood has, in the very nature 
of it, something inimitably pathetic.  Nothing can be 
dearer to the touch, nor can affect it with a more delicious 
sensation.  Think then! as a love thinks, what must be the 
consummate transport of that quickest of our senses, in their 
central seat too! when, after so long a deprival, it felt 
itself re-inflam'd under the pressure of that peculiar scepter-member 
which commands us all: but especially my darling, 
elect from the face of the whole earth.  And now, at its 
mightiest point of stiffness, it felt to me something so 
subduing, so active, so solid and agreeable, that I know not 
what name to give its singular impression: but the sentiment 
of consciousness of its belonging to my supremely beloved 
youth, gave me so pleasing an agitation, and work'd so 
strongly on my soul, that it sent all its sensitive spirits 
to that organ of bliss in me, dedicated to its reception. 
There, concentreing to a point, like rays in a burning glass, 
they glow'd, they burnt with the intensest heat; the springs 
of pleasure were, in short, wound up to such a pitch, I 
panted now, with so exquisitely keen an appetite for the eminent 
enjoyment that I was even sick with desire, and unequal 
to support the combination of two distinct ideas, that delightfully 
distracted me: for all the thought I was capable 
of, was that I was now in touch, at once, with the instrument 
of pleasure, and the great-seal of love.  Ideas that, mingling 
streams, pour'd such an ocean of intoxicating bliss on 
a weak vessel, all too narrow to contain it, that I lay overwhelm'd, 
absorbed, lost in an abyss of joy, and dying of 
nothing but immoderate delight. 

</p>
               <p>Charles then rous'd me somewhat out of this extatic distraction 
with a complaint softly murmured, amidst a crowd of 
kisses, at the position, not so favourable to his desires, in 
which I receiv'd his urgent insistance for admission, where 
that insistance was alone so engrossing a pleasure that it 
made me inconsistently suffer a much dearer one to be kept 
out; but how sweet to correct such a mistake!  My thighs, now 
obedient ot the intimations of love and nature, gladly disclose, 
and with a ready submission, resign up the soft gateway 
to the entrance of pleasure: I see, I feel the delicious 
velvet tip! . . . he enters me might and main, with . . . oh! 
my pen drops from me here in the extasy now present to my 
faithful memory!  Description too deserts me, and delivers 
over a task, above its strength of wing, to the imagination: 
but it must be an imagination exalted by such a flame as mine 
that can do justice to that sweetest, noblest of all sensations, 
that hailed and accompany'd the stiff insinuation all 
the way up, till it was at the end of its penetration, sending 
up, through my eyes, the sparks of the love-fire that 
ran all over me and blaz'd in every vein and every pore of 
me: a system incarnate of joy all over. 

</p>
               <p>I had now totally taken in love's true arrow from the 
point up to the feather, in that part, where making now new 
wound, the lips of the original one of nature, which had 
owed its first breathing to this dear instrument, clung, as 
if sensible of gratitude, in eager suction round it, whilst 
all its inwards embrac'd it tenderly with a warmth of gust, 
a compressive energy, that gave it, in its way, the heartiest 
welcome in nature; every fibre there gathering tight 
round it, and straining ambitiously to come in for its share 
of the blissful touch. 

</p>
               <p>As we were giving them a few moments of pause to the 
delectation of the senses, in dwelling with the highest 
relish on this intimatest point of re-union, and chewing the 
cud of enjoyment, the impatience natural to the pleasure soon 
drove us into action.  Then began the driving tumult on his 
side, and the responsive heaves on mine, which kept me up to 
him; whilst, as our joys grew too great for utterance, the 
organs of our voices, voluptuously intermixing, became organs 
of the touch . . . and oh, that touch! how delicious! . . . 
how poignantly luscious! . . . And now! now I felt to the 
heart of me! I felt the prodigious keen edge with which love, 
presiding over this act, points the pleasure: love! that may 
be styled the Attic salt of enjoyment; and indeed, without 
it, the joy, great as it is, is still a vulgar one, whether 
in a king or a beggar; for it is, undoubtedly, love alone 
that refines, ennobles and exalts it. 

</p>
               <p>Thus happy, then, by the heart, happy by the senses, it 
was beyond all power, even of thought, to form the conception 
of a greater delight than what I was now consummating the 
fruition of. 

</p>
               <p>Charles, whose whole frame was convulsed with the agitation 
of his rapture, whilst the tenderest fires trembled in 
his eyes, all assured me of a prefect concord of joy, penetrated 
me so profoundly, touch'd me so vitally, took me so 
much out of my own possession, whilst he seem'd himself so 
much in mine, that in a delicious enthusiasm, I imagin'd such 
a transfusion of heart and spirit, as that coalescing, and 
making one body and soul with him, I was he, and he, me. 

</p>
               <p>But all this pleasure tending, like life from its first 
instants, towards its own dissolution, liv'd too fast not to 
bring on upon the spur its delicious moment of mortality; for 
presently the approach of the tender agony discover'd itself 
by its usual signals, that were quickly follow'd by my dear 
love's emanation of himself that spun our, and shot, feelingly 
indeed! up the ravish'd in-draught: where the sweetly 
soothing balmy titillation opened all the juices of joy on my 
side, which extatically in flow, help'd to allay the prurient 
glow, and drown'd our pleasure for a while.  Soon, however, 
to be on float again!  For Charles, true to nature's laws, in 
one breath expiring and ejaculating, languish'd not long in 
the dissolving trance, but recovering spirit again, soon gave 
me to feel that the true-mettle springs of his instrument of 
pleasure were, by love, and perhaps by a long vacation, wound 
up too high to be let down by a single explosion: his stiffness 
still stood my friend.  Resuming then the action afresh, 
without dislodging, or giving me the trouble of parting from 
my sweet tenant, we play'd over again the same opera, with 
the same delightful harmony and concert: our ardours, like 
our love, knew no remission; and, all as the tide serv'd my 
lover, lavish of his stores, and pleasure milked, over-flowed 
me once more from the fulness of his oval reservoirs of the 
genial emulsion: whilst, on my side, a convulsive grasp, in 
the instant of my giving down the liquid contribution, render'd 
me sweetly subservient at once to the increase of his 
joy, and of its effusions: moving me so, as to make me exert 
all those springs of the compressive exsuction with which the 
sensitive mechanism of that part thirstily draws and drains 
the nipple of Love; with much such an instinctive eagerness 
and attachment as, to compare great with less, kind nature 
engages infants at the breast by the pleasure they find in 
the motion of their little mouths and cheeks, to extract the 
milky stream prepar'd for their nourishment. 

</p>
               <p>But still there was no end of his vigour: this double 
discharge had so far from extinguish'd his desires, for that 
time, that it had not even calm'd them; and at his age, desires 
are power.  He was proceeding then amazingly to push it 
to a third triumph, still without uncasing, if a tenderness, 
natural to true love, had not inspir'd me with self-denial 
enough to spare, and not overstrain him: and accordingly, 
entreating him to give himself and me quarter, I obtain'd, 
at length, a short suspension of arms, but not before he had 
exultingly satisfy'd me that he gave out standing. 

</p>
               <p>The remainder of the night, with what we borrow'd upon 
the day, we employ'd with unweary'd fervour in celebrating 
thus the festival of our re-meeting; and got up pretty late 
in the morning, gay, brisk and alert, though rest had been a 
stranger to us: but the pleasures of love had been to us, 
what the joy of victory is to an army; repose, refreshment, 
everything. 

</p>
               <p>The journey into the country being now entirely out of 
the question, and orders having been given over-night for 
turning the horses' heads towards London, we left the inn as 
soon as we had breakfasted, not without a liberal distribution 
of the tokens of my grateful sense of the happiness I 
had met with in it. 

</p>
               <p>Charles and I were in my coach; the captain and my companion 
in a chaise hir'd purposely for them, to leave us the 
conveniency of a tete-a-tete. 

</p>
               <p>Here, on the road, as the tumult of my senses was tolerably 
compos'd, I had command enough to head to break properly 
to him the course of life that the consequence of my separation 
from him had driven me into: which, at the same time 
that he tenderly deplor'd with me, he was the less shocked 
at; as, on reflecting how he had left me circumstanc'd, he 
could not be entirely unprepar'd for it. 

</p>
               <p>But when I opened the state of my fortune to him, and 
with that sincerity which, from me to him, was so much a 
nature in me, I begg'd of him his acceptance of it, on his 
own terms.  I should appear to you perhaps too partial to my 
passion, were I to attempt the doing his delicacy justice. 
I shall content myself then with assuring you, that after 
his flatly refusing the unreserv'd, unconditional donation 
that I long persecuted him in vain to accept, it was at 
length, in obedience to his serious commands (for I stood 
out unaffectedly, till he exerted the sovereign authority 
which love had given him over me), that I yielded my consent 
to waive the remonstrance I did not fail of making strongly 
to him, against his degrading himself, and incurring the 
reflection, however unjust, of having, for respects of fortune, 
barter'd his honour for infamy and prostitution, in 
making one his wife, who thought herself too much honour'd 
in being but his mistress. 

</p>
               <p>The plea of love then over-ruling all objections, 
Charles, entirely won with the merit of my sentiments for 
him, which he could not but read the sincerity of in a heart 
ever open to him, oblig'd me to receive his hand, by which 
means I was in pass, among other innumerable blessings, to 
bestow a legal parentage on those fine children you have 
seen by this happiest of matches. 

</p>
               <p>Thus at length, I got snug into port, where, in the 
bosom of virtue, I gather'd the only uncorrupt sweets: where, 
looking back on the course of vice I had run, and comparing 
its infamous blandishments with the infinitely superior joys 
of innocence, I could not help pitying, even in point of 
taste, those who, immers'd in gross sensuality, are insensible 
to the so delicate charms of VIRTUE, than which even 
PLEASURE has not a greater friend, nor than VICE a greater 
enemy.  Thus temperance makes men lords over those pleasures 
that intemperance enslaves them to: the one, parent of 
health, vigour, fertility, cheerfulness, and every other 
desirable good of life; the other, of diseases, debility, 
barrenness, self-loathing, with only every evil incident to 
human nature. 

</p>
               <p>You laugh, perhaps, at this tail-piece of morality, extracted 
from me by the force of truth, resulting from compar'd 
experiences: you think it, no doubt, out of place, out 
of character; possibly too you may look on it as the paltry 
finesse of one who seeks to mask a devotee to Vice under a 
rag of a veil, impudently smuggled from the shrine of Virtue: 
just as if one was to fancy one's self compleatly disguised 
at a masquerade, with no other change of dress than turning 
one's shoes into slippers; or, as if a writer should think to 
shield a treasonable libel, by concluding it with a formal 
prayer for the King.  But, independent of my flattering myself 
that you have a juster opinion of my sense and sincerity, 
give me leave to represent to you, that such a supposition is 
even more injurious to Virtue than to me: since, consistently 
with candour and good-nature, it can have no foundation but 
in the falsest of fears, that its pleasures cannot stand in 
comparison with those of Vice; but let truth dare to hold it 
up in its most alluring light: then mark, how spurious, how 
low of taste, how comparatively inferior its joys are to those 
which Virtue gives sanction to, and whose sentiments are not 
above making even a sauce for the senses, but a sauce of the 
highest relish; whilst Vices are the harpies that infect and 
foul the feast.  The paths of Vice are sometimes strew'd with 
roses, but then they are for ever infamous for many a thorn, 
for many a canker-worm: those of Virtue are strew'd with roses 
purely, and those eternally unfading ones. 

</p>
               <p>If you do me then justice, you will esteem me perfectly 
consistent in the incense I burn to Virtue.  If I have painted 
Vice in all its gayest colours, if I have deck'd it with flowers, 
it has been solely in order to make the worthier, the 
solemner sacrifice of it, to Virtue. 

</p>
               <p>You know Mr. C*** O***, you know his estate, his worth, 
and good sense: can you, will you pronounce it ill meant, at 
least of him, when anxious for his son's morals, with a view 
to form him to virtue, and inspire him with a fix'd, a 
rational contempt for vice, he condescended to be his master 
of the ceremonies, and led him by the hand thro' the most 
noted bawdy-houses in town, where he took care he should be 
familiarized with all those scenes of debauchery, so fit to 
nauseate a good taste?  The experiment, you will cry, is 
dangerous.  True, on a fool: but are fools worth so much 
attention? 

</p>
               <p>I shall see you soon, and in the mean time think 
candidly of me, and believe me ever, 

</p>
               <p>MADAM, 
Yours, etc., etc., etc., 

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