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“ It is 80.-Well, we are not at the altar; and if you possessed ten times the wealth, fame, and ability that the world gives you credit for, I would not, after this silent but eloquent confession, become your
wife.” How this address was received by Garrick, we can only conjecture. Various counteracting passions agitated him so strongly, that probably he was incapable of any reply to the lady. In one of those
sunny hours,” which are often met with in “ courtship's smiling day," Garrick addressed the following lines to her, and they certainly possess great sweetness, both of thought and versification :
Once more I'll tune the vocal shell,
That burns for lovely Peggy.
And bloom of lovely Peggy?
The sun, first rising in the morn,
As does niy lovely Pegøy.
And when in Thetis' lap to rest,
Appears my lovely Peggy.
Were she array'd in rustic weed,
To please my lovely Peggy.
All's dark without my Peggy.
When Zephyr on the violet blows,
That does my lovely Peggy.
Was not so sweet as Peggy.
While bees from flowers to flowers rove, And linnets warble through the grove, Or tely swaps the waters love,
So long shall I love Peggy : And when Death with his pointed dart, Shall strike the blow that rives my heart, My words shall be, when I depart,
Adieu, my lovely Peggy!
MRS. JORDAN. The late Mrs. Jordan possessed a heart susceptible of the most tender emotions, and these were called into action by the least approach of misery or distress. During her short stay at Chester, where she had been performing, her Washerwoman, a widow, with three small children, was, by a merciless creditor, thrown into prison: a small debt of about forty shillings had been increased in a short time, by law expenses, to eight pounds. As soon as Mrs. Jordan heard of the circumstance, she sent for the attorney, paid him the demand, and observed, with as much severity as her good-natured countenance could assume, “ You lawyers are certainly infernal spirits, allowed on earth to make poor mortals miserable.” The attorney however pocketed the affront, and with a low bow made his exit.
On the afternoon of the same day the poor woman was liberated, as Mrs. Jordan was taking her usual walk, with her servant, the widow, with her children, followed her, and just as she had taken shelter from a shower of rain, in a kind of porch, dropped on her knees, and, with much grateful emotion, exclaimed, “ God for ever bless you, madam! you have saved me and my poor children from ruin.". The children, beholding their mother's tears, added, by their cries, to the affecting scene, which a sensitive mind conld not behold, but with strong feelings of sympathy. The natural liveliness of Mrs. Jordan's disposition was not easily damped by sorrowful scenes: however, although she strove to hide it, the tear of feeling stole down her cheek, and stooping to kiss the children, she slipped a pound note into the mother's hand, and, in her usual playful manner, replied, " There, there; now it 's all over; go, good woman, God bless you; don't say another word.”
The grateful creature would have replied, but her benefactress insisted on her silence and departure.
It happened, that another person had, taken shelter under the porch, and witnessed the whole of this interesting scene, who, as soon as Mrs. Jordan observed him, came forward, and he, holding out his hand, exclaimed, with a deep sigh, “ Lady, pardon the freedom of a stranger; but would to the Lord, the world were all like theę!” The figure of this man bespoke his calling; his countenance was pale; and a suit of sable, rather the worse for wear, covered his tall and spare person. The penetrating eye of Thalia's favourite votary soon developed his character and profession, and, with her wonted good humour, retreating a few paces, she replied, “ No, I won't shake hands with you."-" Why?" “ Because you are a methodist preacher; and when you know who I am, you'll send me to the devil !"_" The Lord forbid ! I am, as you say, a preacher of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, who tells us to clothe the naked, feed the hungry, and relieve the distressed ; and do you think I can behold a sister fulfil the commands of
Great Master, without feeling that spiritual attachment, which leads me to break through worldly customs, and offer you the hand of friendship and brotherly love ?"
Well, well; you are a good old soul, I dare say;-but-I-I don't like fanatics'; and you'll not like me, when I tell you who I am.”—“ I hope I shall."-"Well, then, I tell you, I am a player." The preacher sighed. “Yes, I am a player; and you must have heard of me. Mrs. Jordan is my name."After a short pause -- he again extended his hand, and, with a complaisant countenance, replied, “The Lord bless thee, whoever thou