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Other Would Be Only A Burthen To Him, To Sink Her, She Being Very
Old And Leaky, And Not Worth Going Back With To Dunkirk. He
Preserved, Therefore, Nothing But The Boat, As His Own Was None Of
The Best, And Then, Pouring A Broadside Into Her, He Sent Her To
The Bottom.
The French Captain, Who Was A Very Young Fellow, And A Man Of
Gallantry, Was Presently Enamoured To No Small Degree With His
Beautiful Captive; And Imagining Wild, From Some Words He Dropt,
To Be Her Husband, Notwithstanding The Ill Affection Towards Him
Which Appeared In Her Looks, He Asked Her If She Understood
French. She Answered In The Affirmative, For Indeed She Did
Perfectly Well. He Then Asked Her How Long She And That Gentleman
(Pointing To Wild) Had Been Married. She Answered, With A Deep
Sigh And Many Tears, That She Was Married Indeed, But Not To That
Villain, Who Was The Sole Cause Of All Her Misfortunes. That
Appellation Raised A Curiosity In The Captain, And He Importuned
Her In So Pressing But Gentle A Manner To Acquaint Him With The
Injuries She Complained Of, That She Was At Last Prevailed On To
Recount To Him The Whole History Of Her Afflictions. This So Moved
The Captain, Who Had Too Little Notions Of Greatness, And So
Incensed Him Against Our Hero, That He Resolved To Punish Him;
And, Without Regard To The Laws Of War, He Immediately Ordered Out
His Shattered Boat, And, Making Wild A Present Of Half-A-Dozen
Biscuits To Prolong His Misery, He Put Him Therein, And Then,
Committing Him To The Mercy Of The Sea, Proceeded On His Cruize.
Book 2 Chapter 11 Pg 78The Great And Wonderful Behaviour Of Our Hero In The Boat.
It Is Probable That A Desire Of Ingratiating Himself With His
Charming Captive, Or Rather Conqueror, Had No Little Share In
Promoting This Extraordinary Act Of Illegal Justice; For The
Frenchman Had Conceived The Same Sort Of Passion Or Hunger Which
Wild Himself Had Felt, And Was Almost As Much Resolved, By Some
Means Or Other, To Satisfy It. We Will Leave Him However At
Present In The Pursuit Of His Wishes, And Attend Our Hero In His
Boat, Since It Is In Circumstances Of Distress That True Greatness
Appears Most Wonderful. For That A Prince In The Midst Of His
Courtiers, All Ready To Compliment Him With His Favourite
Character Or Title, And Indeed With Everything Else, Or That A
Conqueror, At The Head Of A Hundred Thousand Men, All Prepared To
Execute His Will, How Ambitious, Wanton, Or Cruel Soever, Should,
In The Giddiness Of Their Pride, Elevate Themselves Many Degrees
Above Those Their Tools, Seems Not Difficult To Be Imagined, Or
Indeed Accounted For. But That A Man In Chains, In Prison, Nay, In
The Vilest Dungeon, Should, With Persevering Pride And Obstinate
Dignity, Discover That Vast Superiority In His Own Nature Over The
Rest Of Mankind, Who To A Vulgar Eye Seem Much Happier Than
Himself; Nay, That He Should Discover Heaven And Providence (Whose
Peculiar Care, It Seems, He Is) At That Very Time At Work For Him;
This Is Among The Arcana Of Greatness, To Be Perfectly Understood
Only By An Adept In That Science.
What Could Be Imagined More Miserable Than The Situation Of Our
Hero At This Season, Floating In A Little Boat On The Open Seas,
Without Oar, Without Sail, And At The Mercy Of The First Wave To
Overwhelm Him? Nay, This Was Indeed The Fair Side Of His Fortune,
As It Was A Much More Eligible Fate Than That Alternative Which
Threatened Him With Almost Unavoidable Certainty, Viz., Starving
With Hunger, The Sure Consequence Of A Continuance Of The Calm.
Our Hero, Finding Himself In This Condition, Began To Ejaculate A
Round Of Blasphemies, Which The Reader, Without Being Over-Pious,
Might Be Offended At Seeing Repeated. He Then Accused The Whole
Female Sex, And The Passion Of Love (As He Called It),
Particularly That Which He Bore To Mrs. Heartfree, As The Unhappy
Occasion Of His Present Sufferings. At Length, Finding Himself
Descending Too Much Into The Language Of Meanness And Complaint,
He Stopped Short, And After Broke Forth As Follows: "D--N It, A
Man Can Die But Once! What Signifies It? Every Man Must Die, And
When It Is Over It Is Over. I Never Was Afraid Of Anything Yet,
Nor I Won't Begin Now; No, D--N Me, Won't I. What Signifies Fear?
I Shall Die Whether I Am Afraid Or No: Who's Afraid Then, D---N
Me?" At Which Words He Looked Extremely Fierce, But, Recollecting
That No One Was Present To See Him, He Relaxed A Little The Terror
Of His Countenance, And, Pausing A While, Repeated The Word, D--N!
"Suppose I Should Be D--Ned At Last," Cries He, "When I Never
Thought A Syllable Of The Matter? I Have Often Laughed And Made A
Jest About It, And Yet It May Be So, For Anything Which I Know To
The Contrary. If There Should Be Another World It Will Go Hard
Book 2 Chapter 11 Pg 79With Me, That Is Certain. I Shall Never Escape For What I Have
Done To Heartfree. The Devil Must Have Me For That Undoubtedly.
The Devil! Pshaw! I Am Not Such A Fool To Be Frightened At Him
Neither. No, No; When A Man's Dead There's An End Of Him. I Wish I
Was Certainly Satisfied Of It Though: For There Are Some Men Of
Learning, As I Have Heard, Of A Different Opinion. It Is But A Bad
Chance, Methinks, I Stand. If There Be No Other World, Why I Shall
Be In No Worse Condition Than A Block Or A Stone: But If There
Should----D--N Me I Will Think No Longer About It.--Let A Pack Of
Cowardly Rascals Be Afraid Of Death, I Dare Look Him In The Face.
But Shall I Stay And Be Starved?--No, I Will Eat Up The Biscuits
The French Son Of A Whore Bestowed On Me, And Then Leap Into The
Sea For Drink, Since The Unconscionable Dog Hath Not Allowed Me A
Single Dram." Having Thus Said, He Proceeded Immediately To Put
His Purpose In Execution, And, As His Resolution Never Failed Him,
He Had No Sooner Despatched The Small Quantity Of Provision Which
His Enemy Had With No Vast Liberality Presented Him, Than He Cast
Himself Headlong Into The Sea.
Book 2 Chapter 12 Pg 80
The Strange And Yet Natural Escape Of Our Hero.
Our Hero, Having With Wonderful Resolution Thrown Himself Into The
Sea, As We Mentioned At The End Of The Last Chapter, Was
Miraculously Within Two Minutes After Replaced In His Boat; And
This Without The Assistance Of A Dolphin Or A Seahorse, Or Any
Other Fish Or Animal, Who Are Always As Ready At Hand When A Poet
Or Historian Pleases To Call For Them To Carry A Hero Through The
Sea, As Any Chairman At A Coffee-House Door Near St. James's To
Convey A Beau Over A Street, And Preserve His White Stockings. The
Truth Is, We Do Not Chuse To Have Any Recourse To Miracles, From
The Strict Observance We Pay To That Rule Of Horace,
Nec Deus Intersit, Nisi Dignus Vindice Nodus.
The Meaning Of Which Is, Do Not Bring In A Supernatural Agent When
You Can Do Without Him; And Indeed We Are Much Deeper Read In
Natural Than Supernatural Causes. We Will Therefore Endeavour To
Account For This Extraordinary Event From The Former Of These; And
Book 2 Chapter 12 Pg 81In Doing This It Will Be Necessary To Disclose Some Profound
Secrets To Our Reader, Extremely Well Worth His Knowing, And Which
May Serve Him To Account For Many Occurrences Of The Phenomenous
Kind Which Have Formerly Appeared In This Our Hemisphere.
Be It Known Then That The Great Alma Mater, Nature, Is Of All
Other Females The Most Obstinate, And Tenacious Of Her Purpose. So
True Is That Observation,
Naturam Expellas Furca Licet, Usque Recurret.
Which I Need Not Render In English, It Being To Be Found In A Book
Which Most Fine Gentlemen Are Forced To Read. Whatever Nature,
Therefore, Purposes To Herself, She Never Suffers Any Reason,
Design, Or Accident To Frustrate. Now, Though It May Seem To A
Shallow Observer That Some Persons Were Designed By Nature For No
Use Or Purpose Whatever, Yet Certain It Is That No Man Is Born
Into The World Without His Particular Allotment; Viz., Some To Be
Kings, Some Statesmen, Some Ambassadors, Some Bishops, Some
Generals, And So On. Of These There Be Two Kinds; Those To Whom
Nature Is So Generous To Give Some Endowment Qualifying Them For
The Parts She Intends Them Afterwards To Act On This Stage, And
Those Whom She Uses As Instances Of Her Unlimited Power, And For
Whose Preferment To Such And Such Stations Solomon Himself Could
Have Invented No Other Reason Than That Nature Designed Them So.
These Latter Some Great Philosophers Have, To Shew Them To Be The
Favourites Of Nature, Distinguished By The Honourable Appellation
Of Naturals. Indeed, The True Reason Of The General Ignorance Of
Mankind On This Head Seems To Be This; That, As Nature Chuses To
Execute These Her Purposes By Certain Second Causes, And As Many
Of These Second Causes Seem So Totally Foreign To Her Design, The
Wit Of Man, Which, Like His Eye, Sees Best Directly Forward, And
Very Little And Imperfectly What Is Oblique, Is Not Able To
Discern The End By The Means. Thus, How A Handsome Wife Or
Daughter Should Contribute To Execute Her Original Designation Of
A General, Or How Flattery Or Half A Dozen Houses In A Borough-
Town Should Denote A Judge, Or A Bishop, He Is Not Capable Of
Comprehending. And, Indeed, We Ourselves,
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