VIII.

Remember, Lord, this Mrs. Jewkes,

When with a mighty sound, She cries, Down with her chastity,

Down to the very ground!

Sure, sir, said I, this might have been spared! But the ladies and Mr. Williams said, No, by no means! And I see the poor wicked woman has no favourers among them.

Now, said my master, read the Psalmist’s heavy curses: and Mr. Williams read:

Ev’n so shalt thou, O Babylon!

At length to dust be brought: And happy shall that man be call’d,

That our revenge hath wrought.

Yea, blessed shall the man be call’d

That takes thy little ones, And dasheth them in pieces small

Against the very stones.

Thus he said, very kindly, has my Pamela turned these lines:

Ev’n so shalt thou, O wicked one!

At length to shame be brought; And happy shall all those be call’d,

That my deliv’rance wrought.