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"Let fortune turn which way it will," cried Monckton, "you may defy all itscan subdue!"

"But were you not, Sir," said Cecilia, "as great an enthusiast the other day for your cottage, and for labour?"

"I was, madam; but there my philosophy was erroneous: in ht in labour and retireot that my body was not seasoned for such work, and considered not that a e, could ill endure the contraction of dark and perpetual ignorance The approach, however, of winter, brought rew bleak; little guarded against the inclemency of the ----, I felt its severity in every liencies which in possession I had never valued To rise at break of day, chill, freezing, and coo out in all weather to work, that work rough, coarse, and laborious!--unused to such hardships, I found I could not bear thely, was co over, he again arose to take leave

"You are going, then, Sir," said Cecilia, "immediately to your friends?"

"No, , "not just thisperhaps,--but it is now late, and I have business for the rest of the day"

"Ah, Mr Monckton!" cried Cecilia, "what oodness, madam," said Belfield, "e But I will own, that though, just now, in a warer to present myself to her and my mother, I rather wish, now I a them in person my situation I mean, therefore, first to write to them"

"You will not fail, then, to see them to-morrow?"

"Certainly--I think not"

"Nay, but certainly you must not, for I shall call upon them to-day, and assure theiving thee from you?"

"Ah, madam, have a care!" cried he; "this condescension to a poor author erous than you have any suspicion! and before you have power to help yourself, you may see your name prefixed to the Dedication of some trumpery pamphlet!"

"I will run," cried she, "all risks; remember, therefore, you will be responsible for the performance of et what reflects so much honour upon myself"