voided, the ship in port and the sailor not overcontented? Was Susan
I had been sighing for during the voyage, not the beauty I expected to
find her? In the first place, Susan and all the family can look in her
William's logbook, and so, madam, I am not going to put my secrets
down there. No, Susan, I never had secrets from thee. I never cared for
another woman. I have seen more beautiful, but none that suited me as
well as your ladyship. I have met Mrs. Carter and Miss Mulso, and Mrs.
Thrale and Madam Kaufmann, and the angelical Gunnings, and her Grace of
Devonshire, and a host of beauties who were not angelic, by any means:
and I was not dazzled by them. Nay, young folks, I may have led your
mother a weary life, and been a very Bluebeard over her, but then I
had no other heads in the closet. Only, the first pleasure of taking
possession of our kingdom over, I own I began to be quickly tired of the
crown. When the captain wears it his Majesty will be a very different
Prince. He can ride a-hunting five days in the week, and find the sport
amusing. I believe he would hear the same sermon at church fifty times,
and not yawn more than I do at the first delivery. But sweet Joan,
beloved Baucis! being thy faithful husband and true lover always,
thy Darby is rather ashamed of having been testy so often! and, being
arrived at the consummation of happiness, Philemon asks pardon for
falling asleep so frequently after dinner. There came a period of my
life, when having reached the summit of felicity I was quite tired of
the prospect I had there: I yawned in Eden, and said, "Is this all?
What, no lions to bite? no rain to fall? no thorns to prick you in the
rose-bush when you sit down?--only Eve, for ever sweet and tender, and
figs for breakfast, dinner, supper, from week's end to week's end!"
Shall I make my confessions? Hearken! Well, then, if I must make a clean
breast of it.

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Here three pages are torn out of Sir George Warrington's MS. book, for
which the editor is sincerely sorry.

I know the theory and practice of the Roman Church; but, being bred of
another persuasion (and sceptical and heterodox regarding that), I can't
help doubting the other, too, and wondering whether Catholics, in
their confessions, confess all? Do we Protestants ever do so; and has
education rendered those other fellow-men so different from us? At
least, amongst us, we are not accustomed to suppose Cathol