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The Vicar of Wakefield.
gentleman, hearing my name mentioned,
ieemed to look at me with attention, for lome
time, and when my friend was g one, mod re*
Ipectfully demanded is I was any way related
to the great Prnnrole, that courageous mono-
gamid , who had been the bulwark of the
church. Never did my heart feel dncerer rap-
ture than at that moment. ,,Sir," cried I,
„ the applaule of so good a man, as i am
„ lure you are, adds to that happinels in my
„ bread which your benevolence has already
„ excited. You behold before vou, Sir, that
Doclor Primrole, the monogamid, whom
„ you have been pleaied to call great. You
„ here lee that unfortunate <Dtvine, who has
,, sb long, and it would ill become me to lay,
„ succelsfnllv, sought againd the deuteroga-
„ my of the age." „ Sir, " cried the dranger,
„ druck with awe, „I fear, 1 have been too
,, familiar; but you'll forgive my curiolity.
Sir, i beg pardon." ,,$ir," cried 1, gralping
his hand, „you are lo tar fiomdilpleadng me
„ by your familiarity, that I mud beg you'll
,, accept my friendlhip, as you already have
,, my edeem." — ,,Then with gratitude I
,, accept the oder," cried he, Iqueezing me
by the hand, „thou glorious pillar of un*
,, shaken orthodoxy; and do I behold." —
1 here interrupted what he was going to lay;
for though, as an author, I could diged no
small lhare of Mattery, yet now my modelfy
would permit no more. However, no lovers
in romance ever cemented a more indanta-
neous lliendship. We talked upon leverallub-
jefls; at fird I thought he leemediather devout
F 3 than