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"Little, very little," Murray wrote in 1764 to the Lords of Trade, "will content the New Subjects, but nothing will satisfy the Licentious Fanaticks Trading here, but the expulsion of the Canadians, who are perhaps the bravest and best race upon the Globe, a Race, who cou'd they be indulged with a few priviledges wch the Laws of England deny to Roman Catholicks at home, wou'd soon get the better of every National Antipathy to their Conquerors and become the most faithful and most useful set of Men in this American Empire."*
Within the Territories of the Grand Seignior, and this a Palace of Pleasure, where he recreates himself with his Mistresses. Fran. And how far is that from Cadiz? but what care I? my Wife, Friend, my own Wife. 1st Turk. Your own, a true Musselman cou'd have said no more; but take no care for her, she's provided for. Fran. Is she dead? That wou'd be some comfort. 1st Turk.
And all of them, who saw the Soldier, Praised God upon his coming among them, and rejoiced at his Deliverance from the Devils. Here was neither Heat nor Cold, nor anything else that cou'd incommode or molest; but all things peaceable, quiet, still, agreeable. Many more things did the Soldier, see and hear in this happy Region than any Tongue or Pen cou'd express.
Expressing all the kind concern Love cou'd inspire, for the Punishment my Father has inflicted on me, for entertaining him at my Window last night. Scar. All this he did. Ela. And for my being confin'd a Prisoner to my Apartment, without the hope or almost possibility of seeing him any more. Scar.
But the action was entirely over before the Comte de Nairne, with his command, cou'd reach nigh to the place. They therefore return'd all to Penrith, and the artilirie marched up in good order.
A Woman! why, what should she be else? Bel. An Angel, Sir, e'er she can be my Wife. Lord. In good time: but this is a Mortal, Sir and must serve your turn but, Frank, she is the finest Mortal Bel. I humbly beg your Pardon, if I tell you, That had she Beauty such as Heav'n ne'er made, Nor meant again t'inrich a Woman with, It cou'd not take my Heart. Lord.
They wou'd not serve to keep up our Souls from sinking under the pleasures of sense, but so unawares betray us into them, by loosning the strength we have to resist, and improving the Charm, that tho' we supposed the whole Concern of the Stage to set out all Virtuous at first, we cou'd not expect its continuing long in that primitive State, before it run into some foolish Excess.
Who cou'd refuse resisting of Authority, when instead of Damnation, it was coming forth to the Help of the Lord against the Mighty? But this is but one Mischief of the Pulpit; this is only putting a Kingdom in Civil Broils, intestine Wars, and unnatural Murthers. But when Men of debauch'd Principles shall become the Teachers of the Nation, what may we not expect from their Industry and Sedition.
Pox on't, what Fools are we, we cou'd not know one another by Instinct? Scar. Well, well, dispute no more this clear Case, but let's hasten to your Mistresses. Cin. I'm asham'd to appear before Elaria. Char. And I to Bellemante. Scar.
And to compleat my misery, neither Tryphoena spoke to me as her acquaintance, and once grateful lover; nor did Gito think me worth drinking to; or what's the least he cou'd, common discourse with him: I believe he was tender of the new return of her favours, and afraid to give her another occasion to fall out with him: Grief forc'd a flood of tears from my eyes, and I stifl'd my complaints, till I was ready to expire.
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