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With Which He Waited Upon His Mistress, Whom He Found In The Most
Beautiful Undress. Her Lovely Hair Hung Wantonly Over Her
Forehead, Being Neither White With, Nor Yet Free From, Powder; A
Neat Double Clout, Which Seemed To Have Been Worn A Few Weeks
Only, Was Pinned Under Her Chin; Some Remains Of That Art With
Which Ladies Improve Nature Shone On Her Cheeks; Her Body Was
Loosely Attired, Without Stays Or Jumps, So That Her Breasts Had
Uncontrolled Liberty To Display Their Beauteous Orbs, Which They
Did As Low As Her Girdle; A Thin Covering Of A Rumpled Muslin
Handkerchief Almost Hid Them From The Eyes, Save In A Few Parts,
Where A Good-Natured Hole Gave Opportunity To The Naked Breast To
Appear. Her Gown Was A Satin Of A Whitish Colour, With About A
Dozen Little Silver Spots Upon It, So Artificially Interwoven At
Great Distance, That They Looked As If They Had Fallen There By
Chance. This, Flying Open, Discovered A Fine Yellow Petticoat,
Beautifully Edged Round The Bottom With A Narrow Piece Of Half
Gold Lace Which Was Now Almost Become Fringe: Beneath This
Appeared Another Petticoat Stiffened With Whalebone, Vulgarly
Called A Hoop, Which Hung Six Inches At Least Below The Other; And
Under This Again Appeared An Under-Garment Of That Colour Which
Ovid Intends When He Says,
----Qui Color Albus Erat Nunc Est Contrarius Albo.
She Likewise Displayed Two Pretty Feet Covered With Silk And
Adorned With Lace, And Tied, The Right With A Handsome Piece Of
Blue Ribbon; The Left, As More Unworthy, With A Piece Of Yellow
Stuff, Which Seemed To Have Been A Strip Of Her Upper Petticoat.
Such Was The Lovely Creature Whom Mr. Wild Attended. She Received
Him At First With Some Of That Coldness Which Women Of Strict
Virtue, By A Commendable Though Sometimes Painful Restraint,
Enjoin Themselves To Their Lovers. The Snuff-Box, Being Produced,
Was At First Civilly, And Indeed Gently, Refused; But On A Second
Application Accepted. The Tea-Table Was Soon Called For, At Which
A Discourse Passed Between These Young Lovers, Which, Could We Set
It Down With Any Accuracy, Would Be Very Edifying As Well As
Entertaining To Our Reader; Let It Suffice Then That The Wit,
Together With, The Beauty, Of This Young Creature, So Inflamed The
Passion Of Wild, Which, Though An Honourable Sort Of A Passion,
Was At The Same Time So Extremely Violent, That It Transported Him
To Freedoms Too Offensive To The Nice Chastity Of Laetitia, Who
Was, To Confess The Truth, More Indebted To Her Own Strength For
The Preservation Of Her Virtue Than To The Awful Respect Or
Backwardness Of Her Lover; He Was Indeed So Very Urgent In His
Addresses, That, Had He Not With Many Oaths Promised Her Marriage,
We Could Scarce Have Been Strictly Justified In Calling His
Passion Honourable; But He Was So Remarkably Attached To Decency,
That He Never Offered Any Violence To A Young Lady Without The
Most Earnest Promises Of That Kind, These Being, He Said, A
Ceremonial Due To Female Modesty, Which Cost So Little, And Were
So Easily Pronounced, That The Omission Could Arise From Nothing
But The Mere Wantonness Of Brutality. The Lovely Laetitia, Either
Out Of Prudence, Or Perhaps Religion, Of Which She Was A Liberal
Professor, Was Deaf To All His Promises, And Luckily Invincible By
Book 1 Chapter 8 Pg 31His Force; For, Though She Had Not Yet Learnt The Art Of Well
Clenching Her Fist, Nature Had Not However Left Her Defenceless,
For At The Ends Of Her Fingers She Wore Arms, Which She Used With
Such Admirable Dexterity, That The Hot Blood Of Mr. Wild Soon
Began To Appear In Several Little Spots On His Face, And His Full-
Blown Cheeks To Resemble That Part Which Modesty Forbids A Boy To
Turn Up Anywhere But In A Public School, After Some Pedagogue,
Strong Of Arm, Hath Exercised His Talents Thereon. Wild Now
Retreated From The Conflict, And The Victorious Laetitia, With
Becoming Triumph And Noble Spirit, Cried Out, "D--N Your Eyes, If
This Be Your Way Of Shewing Your Love, I'll Warrant I Gives You
Enough On't." She Then Proceeded To Talk Of Her Virtue, Which Wild
Bid Her Carry To The Devil With Her, And Thus Our Lovers Parted.
Book 1 Chapter 9 Pg 32
A Discovery Of Some Matters Concerning The Chaste Laetitia Which
Must Wonderfully Surprise, And Perhaps Affect, Our Reader.
Mr. Wild Was No Sooner Departed Than The Fair Conqueress, Opening
The Door Of A Closet, Called Forth A Young Gentleman Whom She Had
There Enclosed At The Approach Of The Other. The Name Of This
Gallant Was Tom Smirk. He Was Clerk To An Attorney, And Was Indeed
The Greatest Beau And The Greatest Favourite Of The Ladies At The
End Of The Town Where He Lived. As We Take Dress To Be The
Characteristic Or Efficient Quality Of A Beau, We Shall, Instead
Of Giving Any Character Of This Young Gentleman, Content Ourselves
With Describing His Dress Only To Our Readers. He Wore, Then, A
Pair Of White Stockings On His Legs, And Pumps On His Feet: His
Buckles Were A Large Piece Of Pinchbeck Plate, Which Almost
Covered His Whole Foot. His Breeches Were Of Red Plush, Which
Hardly Reached His Knees; His Waistcoat Was A White Dimity, Richly
Embroidered With Yellow Silk, Over Which He Wore A Blue Plush Coat
With Metal Buttons, A Smart Sleeve, And A Cape Reaching Half Way
Down His Back. His Wig Was Of A Brown Colour, Covering Almost Half
His Pate, On Which Was Hung On One Side A Little Laced Hat, But
Cocked With Great Smartness. Such Was The Accomplished Smirk, Who,
At His Issuing Forth From The Closet, Was Received With Open Arms
By The Amiable Laetitia. She Addressed Him By The Tender Name Of
Dear Tommy, And Told Him She Had Dismissed The Odious Creature
Book 1 Chapter 9 Pg 33Whom Her Father Intended For Her Husband, And Had Now Nothing To
Interrupt Her Happiness With Him.
Here, Reader, Thou Must Pardon Us If We Stop A While To Lament The
Capriciousness Of Nature In Forming This Charming Part Of The
Creation Designed To Complete The Happiness Of Man; With Their
Soft Innocence To Allay His Ferocity, With Their Sprightliness To
Soothe His Cares, And With Their Constant Friendship To Relieve
All The Troubles And Disappointments Which Can Happen To Him.
Seeing Then That These Are The Blessings Chiefly Sought After And
Generally Found In Every Wife, How Must We Lament That Disposition
In These Lovely Creatures Which Leads Them To Prefer In Their
Favour Those Individuals Of The Other Sex Who Do Not Seem Intended
By Nature As So Great A Masterpiece! For Surely, However Useful
They May Be In The Creation, As We Are Taught That Nothing, Not
Even A Louse, Is Made In Vain, Yet These Beaus, Even That Most
Splendid And Honoured Part Which In This Our Island Nature Loves
To Distinguish In Red, Are Not, As Some Think, The Noblest Work Of
The Creator. For My Own Part, Let Any Man Chuse To Himself Two
Beaus, Let Them Be Captains Or Colonels, As Well-Dressed Men As
Ever Lived, I Would Venture To Oppose A Single Sir Isaac Newton, A
Shakespear, A Milton, Or Perhaps Some Few Others, To Both These
Beaus; Nay, And I Very Much Doubt Whether It Had Not Been Better
For The World In General That Neither Of These Beaus Had Ever Been
Born Than That It Should Have Wanted The Benefit Arising To It
From The Labour Of Any One Of Those Persons.
If This Be True, How Melancholy Must Be The Consideration That Any
Single Beau, Especially If He Have But Half A Yard Of Ribbon In
His Hat, Shall Weigh Heavier In The Scale Of Female Affection Than
Twenty Sir Isaac Newtons! How Must Our Reader, Who Perhaps Had
Wisely Accounted For The Resistance Which The Chaste Laetitia Had
Made To The Violent Addresses Of The Ravished (Or Rather
Ravishing) Wild From That Lady's Impregnable Virtue--How Must He
Blush, I Say, To Perceive Her Quit The Strictness Of Her Carriage,
And Abandon Herself To Those Loose Freedoms Which She Indulged To
Smirk! But Alas! When We Discover All, As To Preserve The Fidelity
Of Our History We Must, When We Relate That Every Familiarity Had
Past Between Them, And That The Fair Laetitia (For We Must, In
This Single Instance, Imitate Virgil When He Drops The Pius And
The Pater, And Drop Our Favourite Epithet Of Chaste), The Fair
Laetitia Had, I Say, Made Smirk As Happy As Wild Desired To Be,
What Must Then Be Our Reader's Confusion! We Will, Therefore, Draw
A Curtain Over This Scene, From That Philogyny Which Is In Us, And
Proceed To Matters Which, Instead Of Dishonouring The Human
Species, Will Greatly Raise And Ennoble It.
Book 1 Chapter 10 Pg 35
Containing As Notable Instances Of Human Greatness As Are To Be
Met With In Ancient Or Modern History. Concluding With Some
Wholesome Hints To The Gay Part Of Mankind.
Wild No Sooner Parted From The Chaste Laetitia Than, Recollecting
That His Friend The Count Was Returned To His Lodgings In The Same
House, He Resolved To Visit Him; For He Was None Of Those Half-
Bred Fellows Who Are Ashamed To See Their Friends When They Have
Plundered And Betrayed Them; From Which Base And Pitiful Temper
Many Monstrous Cruelties Have Been Transacted By Men, Who
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