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                           PART 2

     About eleven at night my two ladies came home, and hav-
ing receiv'd rather a favourable account from Martha, who
had run down to let them in, for Mr. Crofts (that was the
name of my brute) was gone out of the house, after waiting
till he had tired his patience for Mrs. Brown's return, they
came thundering up-stairs, and seeing me pale, my face
bloody, and all the marks of the most thorough dejection,
they employed themselves more to comfort and re-inspirit me,
than in making me the reproaches I was weak enough to fear,
I who had so many juster and stronger to retort upon them.

     Mrs. Brown withdrawn, Phoebe came presently to bed to
me, and what with the answers she drew from me, what with
her own method of palpably satisfying herself, she soon dis-
covered that I had been more frighted than hurt; upon which
I suppose, being herself seiz'd with sleep, and reserving
her lectures and instructions till the next morning, she
left me, properly speaking, to my unrest; for, after tossing
and turning the greatest part of the night, and tormenting
myself with the falsest notions and apprehensions of things,
I fell, through mere fatigue, into a kind of delirious doze,
out of which I waded late in the morning, in a violent fever:
a circumstance which was extremely critical to reprieve me,
at least for a time, from the attacks of a wretch infinitely
more terrible to me than death itself.

     The interested care that was taken of me during my ill-
ness, in order to restore me to a condition of making good
the bawd's engagements, or of enduring further trials, and
however such an effect on my grateful disposition, that I
even thought myself oblig'd to my undoers for their atten-
tion to promote my recovery; and, above all, for the keeping
out of my sight of that brutal ravisher, the author of my
disorder, on their finding I was too strongly mov'd at the
bare mention of his name.

     Youth is soon raised, and a few days were sufficient to
conquer the fury of my fever: but, what contributed most to
my perfect recovery and to my reconciliation with life, was
the timely news that Mr. Crofts, who was a merchant of con-
siderable dealings, was arrested at the King's suit, for
nearly forty thousand pounds, on account of his driving a
certain contraband trade, and that his affairs were so des-
perate that even were it in his inclination, it would not
be in his power to renew his designs upon me: for he was
instantly thrown into a prison, which it was not likely he
would get out of in haste.

     Mrs. Brown, who had touched his fifty guineas, advanc'd
to so little purpose, and lost all hopes of the remaining
hundred, began to look upon my treatment of him with a more
favourable eye; and as they had observ'd my temper to be
perfectly tractable and conformable to their views, all the
girls that compos'd her flock were suffered to visit me, and
had their cue to dispose me, by their conversation, to a
perfect resignation of myself to Mrs. Brown's direction.

     Accordingly they were let in upon me, and all that
frolic and thoughtless gaiety in which those giddy creatures
consume their leisure made me envy a condition of which I
only saw the fair side; insomuch, that the being one of them
became even my ambitionP a disposition which they all care-
fully cultivated; and I wanted now nothing but to restore my
health, that I might be able to undergo the ceremony of the
initiation.

     Conversation, example, all, in short, contributed, in
that house, to corrupt my native purity, which had taken no
root in education; whilst not the inflammable principal of
pleasure, so easily fired at my age, made strange work
within me, and all the modesty I was brought up in the
habit, not the instruction of, began to melt away like dew
before the sun's heat; not to mention that I made a vice of
necessity, from the constant fears I had of being turn'd
out to starve.

     I was soon pretty well recover'd, and at certain hours
allow'd to range all over the house, but cautiously kept
from seeing any company till the arrival of Lord B . . .,
from Bath, to whom Mrs. Brown, in respect to his experi-
enced generosity on such occasions, proposed to offer the
perusal ot that trinket of mine, which bears so great an
imaginary value; and his lordship being expected in town
in less than a fortnight, Mrs. Brown judged I would be
entirely renewed in beauty and freshness by that time, and
afford her the chance of a better bargain than she had
driven with Mr. Crofts.

     In the meantime, I was so thoroughly, as they call it,
brought over, so tame to their whistle, that, had my cage
door been set open, I had no idea that I ought to fly any-
where, sooner than stay where I was; nor had I the least
sense of regretting my condition, but waited very quietly
for whatever Mrs. Brown should order concerning me; who on
her side, by herself and her agents, took more than the
necessary precautions to lull and lay asleep all just re-
flections on my destination.

     Preachments of morality over the left shoulder; a life
of joy painted in the gayest colours; caresses, promises,
indulgent treatment: nothing, in short, was wanting to do-
mesticate me entirely and to prevent my going out anywhere
to get better advice.  Alas!  I dream'd of no such thing.

     Hitherto I had been indebted only to the girls of the
house for the corruption of my innocence: their luscious
talk, in which modesty was far from respected, their des-
cription of their engagements with men, had given me a
tolerable insight into the nature and mysteries of their
profession, at the same time that they highly provok'd an
itch of florid warm-spirited blood through every vein: but
above all, my bed-fellow Phoebe, whose pupil I more immedi-
ately was, exerted her talents in giving me the first
tinctures of pleasure: whilst nature, now warm'd and wan-
toned with discoveries so interesting, piqu'd a curiosity
which Phoebe artfully whetted, and leading me from question
to question of her own suggestion, explain'd to me all the
mysteries of Venus.  But I could not long remain in such a
house as that, without being an eye-witness of more than I
could conceive from her descriptions.

     One day, about twelve at noon, being thoroughly re-
cover'd of my fever, I happen'd to be in Mrs. Brown's dark
closet, where I had not been half an hour, resting upon the
maid's settle-bed, before I heard a rustling in the bed-
chamber, separated from the closet only by two sash-doors,
before the glasses of which were drawn two yellow damask
curtains, but not so close as to exclude the full view of
the room form any person in the closet.

     I instantly crept softly, and posted myself so, that
seeing every thing minutely, I could not myself be seen;
and who should come in but the venerable mother Abbess
herself! handed in by a tall, brawny young Horse-grenadier,
moulded in the Hercules style: in fine, the choice of the
most experienced dame, in those affairs, in all London.

     Oh! how still and hush did I keep at my stand, lest
any noise should baulk my curiosity, of bring Madam into
the closet!

     But I had not much reason to fear either, for she was
so entirely taken up with her present great concern, that
she had no sense of attention to spare to any thing else.

     Droll was it to see that clumsy fat figure of hers flop
down on the foot of the bed, opposite to the closet-door, so
that I had a full front-view of all her charms.

     Her paramour sat down by her: he seemed to be a man of
very few words, and a great stomach; for proceeding instant-
ly to essentials, he gave her some hearty smacks, and thrust-
ing his hands into her breasts, disengag'd them from her
stays, in scorn of whose confinement they broke loose, and
swagged down, navel-low at least.  A more enormous pair did
my eyes never behold, nor of a worse colour, flagging-soft,
and most lovingly contiguous: yet such as they were, this
neck-beef eater seem'd to paw them with a most uninvitable
gust, seeking in vain to confine or cover one of them with a
hand scarce less than a shoulder of mutton.  After toying
with them thus some time, as if they had been worth it, he
laid her down pretty briskly, and canting up her petticoats,
made barely a mask of them to her broad red face, that
blush'd with nothing but brandy.

     As he stood on one side, for a minute or so, unbutton-
ing his waist-coat and breeches, her fat, brawny thighs hung
down, and the whole greasy landscape lay fairly open to my
view; a wide open-mouth'd gap, overshaded with a grizzly
bush, seemed held out like a beggar's wallet for its pro-
vision.

     But I soon had my eyes called off by a more striking
object, that entirely engross'd them.

     Her sturdy stallion had now unbutton'd, and produced
naked, stiff, and erect, that wonderful machine, which I
had never seen before, and which, for the interest my own
seat of pleasure began to take furiously in it, I star'd at
with all the eyes I had: however, my senses were too much
flurried, too much concenter'd in that now burning spot of
mine, to observe any thing more than in general the make
and turn of that instrument, from which the instinct of
nature, yet more than all I had heard of it, now strongly
informed me I was to expect that supreme pleasure which she
had placed in the meeting of those parts so admirably fitted
for each other.

     Long, however, the young spark did not remain before
giving it two or three shakes, by way of brandishing it; he
threw himself upon her, and his back being now towards me, I
could only take his being ingulph'd for granted, by the di-
rections he mov'd in, and the impossibility of missing so
staring a mark; and now the bed shook, the curtains rattled
so, that I could scarce hear the sighs and murmurs, the
heaves and pantings that accompanied the action, from the
beginning to the end; the sound and sight of which thrill'd
to the very soul of me, and made every vein of my body cir-
culate liquid fires: the emotion grew so violent that it
almost intercepted my respiration.

     Prepared then, and disposed as I was by the discourse
of my companions, and Phoebe's minute detail of everything,
no wonder that such a sight gave the last dying blow to my
native innocence.

     Whilst they were in the heat of the action, guided by
nature only, I stole my hand up my petticoats, and with
fingers all on fire, seized, and yet more inflamed that
center of all my senses: my heart palpitated, as if it
would force its way through my bosom; I breath'd with pain;
I twisted my thighs, squeezed, and compressed the lips of
that virgin slit, and following mechanically the example of
Phoebe's manual operation on it, as far as I could find
admission, brought on at last the critical extasy, the
melting flow, into which nature, spent with excess of
pleasure, dissolves and dies away.

     After which, my senses recover'd coolness enough to
observe the rest of the transaction between this happy
pair.

     The young fellow had just dismounted, when the old
lady immediately sprung up, with all the vigour of youth,
derived, no doubt, from her late refreshment; and making
him sit down, began in her turn to kiss him, to pat and
pinch his cheeks, and play with his hair: all which he
receiv'd with an air of indifference and coolness, that
shew'd him to me much altered from what he was when he
first went on to the breach.

     My pious governess, however, not being above calling
in auxiliaries, unlocks a little case of cordials that
stood near the bed, and made him pledge her in a very
plentiful dram: after which, and a little amorous parley,
Madam sat herself down upon the same place, at the bed's
foot; and the young fellow standing sideway by her, she,
with the greatest effrontery imaginable, unbuttons his
breeches, and removing his shirt, draws out his affair, so
shrunk and diminish'd, that I could not but remember the
difference, now crestfallen, or just faintly lifting its
head: but our experienc'd matron very soon, by chafing it
with her hands, brought it to swell to that size and erec-
tion I had before seen it up to.

     I admired then, upon a fresh account, and with a nicer
survey, the texture of that capital part of man: the flam-
ing red head as it stood uncapt, the whiteness of the
shaft, and the shrub growth of curling hair that embrowned
the roots of it, the roundish bag that dangled down from
it, all exacted my eager attention, and renewed my flame.
But, as the main affair was now at the point the industrious
dame had laboured to bring it to, she was not in the humour
to put off the payment of her pains, but laying herself
down, drew him gently upon her, and thus they finish'd in
the same manner as before, the old last act.

     This over, they both went out lovingly together, the
old lady having first made him a present, as near as I
could observe, of three or four pieces; he being not only
her particular favourite on account of his performances,
but a retainer to the house; from whose sight she had taken
great care hitherto to secrete me, lest he might not have
had patience to wait for my lord's arrival, but have in-
sisted on being his taster, which the old lady was under
too much subjection to him to dare dispute with him; for
every girl of the house fell to him in course, and the old
lady only now and then got her turn, in consideration of
the maintenance he had, and which he could scarce be
accused of not earning from her.

     As soon as I heard them go down-stairs, I stole up
softly to my own room, out of which I had luckily not been
miss'd; there I began to breathe freer, and to give a loose
to those warm emotions which the sight of such an encounter
had raised in me.  I laid me down on the bed, stretched
myself out, joining and ardently wishing, and requiring any
means to divert or allay the rekindled rage and tumult of
my desires, which all pointed strongly to their pole: man.
I felt about the bed as if I sought for something that I
grasp'd in my waking dream, and not finding it, could have
cry'd for vexation; every part of me glowing with stimul-
ating fires.  At length, I resorted to the only present
remedy, that of vain attempts at digitation, where the
smallness of the theatre did not yet afford room enough for
action, and where the pain my fingers gave me, in striving
for admission, tho' they procured me a slight satisfaction
for the present, started an apprehension, which I could not
be easy till I had communicated to Phoebe, and received her
explanations upon it.

     The opportunity, however, did not offer till next
morning, for Phoebe did not come to bed till long after
I was gone to sleep.  As soon then as we were both awake,
it was but in course to bring our ly-a-bed chat to land on
the subject of my uneasiness: to which a recital of the
love scene I had thus, by chance, been spectatress of,
serv'd for a preface.

     Phoebe could not hear it to the end without more than
one interruption by peals of laughter, and my ingenuous way
of relating matters did not a little heighten the joke to
her.

     But, on her sounding me how the sight had affected me,
without mincing or hiding the pleasurable emotions it had
inspir'd me with, I told her at the same time that one re-
mark had perplex'd me, and that very considerably.
---"Aye!" say she, "what was that?" --- "Why," replied I,
"having very curiously and attentively compared the size of
that enormous machine, which did not appear, at least to my
fearful imagination, less than my wrist, and at least three
of my handfuls long, to that of the tender small part of me
which was framed to receive it, I can not conceive its being
possible to afford it entrance without dying, perhaps in the
greatest pain, since you well know that even a finger thrust
in there hurts me beyond bearing . . . As to my mistress's
and yours, I can plainly distinguish the different dimen-
sions of them from mine, palpable to the touch, and visible
to the eye; so that, in short, great as the promis'd plea-
sure may be, I am afraid of the pain of the experiment."

     Phoebe at this redoubled her laugh, and whilst I ex-
pected a very serious solution of my doubts and apprehen-
sions in this matter, only told me that she never heard of
a mortal wound being given in those parts by that terrible
weapon, and that some she knew younger, and as delicately
made as myself, had outlived the operation; that she be-
lieved, at the worst, I should take a great deal of kill-
ing; that true it was, there was a great diversity of sizes
in those parts, owing to nature, child-bearing, frequent
over-stretching with unmerciful machines, but that at a
certain age and habit of body, even the most experienc'd in
those affairs could not well distinguish between the maid
and the woman, supposing too an absence of all artifice,
and things in their natural situation: but that since
chance had thrown in my way one sight of that sort, she
would procure me another, that should feast my eyes more
delicately, and go a great way in the cure of my fears from
that imaginary disproportion.

     On this she asked me if I knew Polly Philips.  "Un-
doubtedly," says I, "the fair girl which was so tender of
me when I was sick, and has been, as you told me, but two
months in the house.":  "The same," says Phoebe.  "You must
know then, she is kept by a young Genoese merchant, whom
his uncle, who is immensely rich, and whose darling he is,
sent over here with an English merchant, his friend, on a
pretext of settling some accounts, but in reality to humour
his inclinations for travelling, and seeing the world.  He
met casually with this Polly once in company, and taking a
liking to her, makes it worth her while to keep entirely to
him.  He comes to her here twice or thrice a week, and she
receives him in her light closet up one pair of stairs,
where he enjoys her in a taste, I suppose, peculiar to the
heat, or perhaps the caprices of his own country.  I say no
more, but to-morrow being his day, you shall see what passes
between them, from a place only known to your mistress and
myself."

     You may be sure, in the ply I was now taking, I had no
objection to the proposal, and was rather a tip-toe for its
accomplishment.

     At five in the evening, next day, Phoebe, punctual to
her promise, came to me as I sat alone in my own room, and
beckon'd me to follow her.

     We went down the back-stairs very softly, and opening
the door of a dark closet, where there was some old furni-
ture kept, and some cases of liquor, she drew me in after
her, and fastening the door upon us, we had no light but
what came through a long crevice in the partition between
ours and the light closet, where the scene of action lay;
so that sitting on those low cases, we could, with the
greatest ease, as well as clearness, see all objects (our-
selves unseen), only by applying our eyes close to the cre-
vice, where the moulding of a panel had warped, or started
a little on the other side.

     The young gentleman was the first person I saw, with
his back directly towards me, looking at a print.  Polly
was not yet come: in less than a minute tho', the door
opened, and she came in; and at the noise the door made he
turned about, and came to meet her, with an air of the
greatest tenderness and satisfaction.

     After saluting her, he led her to a couch that fronted
us, where they both sat down, and the young Genoese help'd
her to a glass of wine, with some Naples bisket on a salver.

     Presently, when they had exchanged a few kisses, and
questions in broken English on one side, he began to un-
button, and, in fine, stript to his shirt.

     As if this had been the signal agreed on for pulling
off all their cloaths, a scheme which the heat of the season
perfectly favoured, Polly began to draw her pins, and as she
had no stays to unlace, she was in a trice, with her gallant's
officious assistance, undress'd to all but her shift.

     When he saw this, his breeches were immediately loos-
en'd, waist and knee bands, and slipped over his ankles,
clean off; his shirt collar was unbuttoned too: then, first
giving Polly an encouraging kiss, he stole, as it were, the
shift off the girl, who being, I suppose, broke and fami-
liariz'd to this humour, blush'd indeed, but less than I
did at the apparition of her, now standing stark-naked,
just as she came out of the hands of pure nature, with her
black hair loose and a-float down her dazzling white neck
and shoulders, whilst the deepen'd carnation of her cheeks
went off gradually into the hue of glaz'd snow: for such
were the blended tints and polish of her skin.

     This girl could not be above eighteen: her face re-
gular and sweet-featur'd, her shape exquisite; nor could I
help envying her two ripe enchanting breasts, finely plump'd
out in flesh, but withal so round, so firm, that they sus-
tain'd themselves, in scorn of any stay: then their nipples,
pointing different ways, mark'd their pleasing separation;
beneath them lay the delicious tract of the belly, which
terminated in a parting or rift scarce discernible, that
modesty seem'd to retire downwards, and seek shelter be-
tween two plump fleshy thighs: the curling hair that over-
spread its delightful front, cloathed it with the richest
sable fur in the universe: in short, she was evidently a
subject for the painters to court her sitting to them for
a pattern of female beauty, in all the true price and pomp
of nakedness.

     The young Italian (still in his shirt) stood gazing
and transported at the sight of beauties that might have
fir'd a dying hermit; his eager eyes devour'd her, as she
shifted attitudes at his discretion: neither were his hands
excluded their share of the high feast, but wander'd, on
the hunt of pleasure, over every part and inch of her body,
so qualified to afford the most exquisite sense of it.

     In the mean time, one could not help observing the
swell of his shirt before, that bolster'd out, and shewed
the condition of things behind the curtain: but he soon
remov'd it, by slipping his shirt over his head; and now,
as to nakedness, they had nothing to reproach one another.

     The young gentleman, by Phoebe's guess, was about two
and twenty; tall and well limb'd.  His body was finely
form'd and of a most vigorous make, square-shoulder'd, and
broad-chested: his face was not remarkable in any way, but
for a nose inclining to the Roman, eyes large, black, and
sparkling, and a ruddiness in his cheeks that was the more
a grace, for his complexion was of the brownest, not of that
dusky dun colour which excludes the idea of freshness, but
of that clear, olive gloss which, glowing with life, dazzles
perhaps less than fairness, and yet pleases more, when it
pleases at all.  His hair, being too short to tie, fell no
lower than his neck, in short easy curls; and he had a few
sprigs about his paps, that garnish'd his chest in a style
of strength and manliness.  Then his grand movement, which
seem'd to rise out of a thicket of curling hair that spread
from the root all round thighs and belly up to the navel,
stood stiff and upright, but of a size to frighten me, by
sympathy, for the small tender part which was the object of
its fury, and which now lay expos'd to my fairest view; for
he had, immediately on stripping off his shirt, gently
push'd her down on the couch, which stood conveniently to
break her willing fall.  Her thighs were spread out to their
utmost extension, and discovered between them the mark of
the sex, the red-center'd cleft of flesh, whose lips, ver-
milioning inwards, exprest a small rubid line in sweet
miniature, such as Guido's touch of colouring could never
attain to the life or delicacy of.

     Phoebe, at this gave me a gentle jog, to prepare me for
a whispered question: whether I thought my little maidenhead
was much less?  But my attention was too much engross'd, too
much enwrapp'd with all I saw, to be able to give her any
answer.

     By this time the young gentleman had changed her pos-
ture from lying breadth to length-wise on the couch: but her
thighs were still spread, and the mark lay fair for him, who
now kneeling between them, display'd to us a side-view of
that fierce erect machine of his, which threaten'd no less
than splitting the tender victim, who lay smiling at the up-
lifted stroke, nor seem'd to decline it.  He looked upon his
weapon himself with some pleasure, and guiding it with his
hand to the inviting slit, drew aside the lips, and lodg'd
it (after some thrusts, which Polly seem'd even to assist)
about half way; but there it stuck, I suppose from its grow-
ing thickness: he draws it again, and just wetting it with
spittle, re-enters, and with ease sheath'd it now up to the
hilt, at which Polly gave a deep sigh, which was quite
another tone than one of pain; he thrusts, she heaves, at
first gently, and in a regular cadence; but presently the
transport began to be too violent ot observe any order or
measure; their motions were too rapid, their kisses too
fierce and fervent for nature to support such fury long:
both seem'd to me out of themselves: their eyes darted
fires:  "Oh! . . . oh! . . . I can't bear it . . . It is
too much . . . I die . . . I am going . . ." were Polly's
expressions of extasy: his joys were more silent; but soon
broken murmurs, sighs heart-fetch'd, and at length a dis-
patching thrust, as if he would have forced himself up her
body, and then motionless languor of all his limbs, all
shewed that the die-away moment was come upon him; which
she gave signs of joining with, by the wild throwing of her
hands about, closing her eyes, and giving a deep sob, in
which she seemed to expire in an agony of bliss.

     When he had finish'd his stroke, and got from off her,
she lay still without the least motion, breathless, as it
should seem, with pleasure.  He replaced her again breadth-
wise on the couch, unable to sit up, with her thighs open,
between which I could observe a kind of white liquid, like
froth, hanging about the outward lips of that recently
opened wound, which now glowed with a deeper red.  Pre-
sently she gets up, and throwing her arms round him, seemed
far from undelighted with the trial he had put her to, to
judge at least by the fondness with which she ey'd and hung
upon him.

     For my part, I will not pretend to describe what I
felt all over me during this scene; but from that instant,
adieu all fears of what man could do unto me; they were now
changed into such ardent desires, such ungovernable longings,
that I could have pull'd the first of that sex that should
present himself, by the sleeve, and offered him the bauble,
which I now imagined the loss of would be a gain I could not
too soon procure myself.

     Phoebe, who had more experience, and to whom such
sights were not so new, could not however be unmoved at so
warm a scene; and drawing me away softly from the peep-hole,
for fear of being over-heard, guided me as near the door as
possible, all passive and obedient to her least signals.

     Here was no room either to sit or lie, but making me
stand with my back towards the door, she lifted up my
petticoats, and with her busy fingers fell to visit and
explore that part of me where now the heat and irritations
were so violent that I was perfectly sick and ready to die
with desire; that the bare touch of her finger, in that
critical place, had the effect of a fire to a train, and
her hand instantly made her sensible to what a pitch I was
wound up, and melted by the sight she had thus procured me.
Satisfied then with her success in allaying a heat that
would have made me impatient of seeing the continuation of
the transactions between our amourous couple, she brought me
again to the crevice so favourable to our curiosity.

     We had certainly been but a few instants away from it,
and yet on our return we saw every thing in good forwardness
for recommencing the tender hostilities.

     The young foreigner was sitting down, fronting us, on
the couch, with Polly upon one knee, who had her arms round
his neck, whilst the extreme whiteness of her skin was not
undelightfully contrasted by the smooth glossy brown of her
lover's.

     But who could count the fierce, unnumber's kisses given
and taken? in which I could of ten discover their exchanging
the velvet thrust, when both their mouths were double ton-
gued, and seemed to favour the mutual insertion with the
greatest gust and delight.

     In the mean time, his red-headed champion, that has so
lately fled the pit, quell'd and abash'd, was now recover'd
to the top of his condition, perk'd and crested up between
Polly's thighs, who was not wanting, on her part, to coax
and deep it in good humour, stroking it, with her head down,
and received even its velvet tip between the lips of not its
proper mouth: whether she did this out of any particular
pleasure, or whether it was to render it more glib and easy
of entrance, I could not tell; but it had such an effect,
that the young gentleman seem'd by  his eyes, that sparkled
with more excited lustre, and his inflamed countenance, to
receive increase of pleasure.  He got up, and taking Polly
in his arms, embraced her, and said something too softly for
me to hear, leading her withal to the foot of the couch, and
taking delight to slap her thighs and posteriors with that
stiff sinew of his, which hit them with a spring that he
gave it with his hand, and made them resound again, but hurt
her about as much as he meant to hurt her, for she seemed to
have as frolic a taste as himself.

     But guess my surprise, when I saw the lazy young rogue
lie down on his back, and gently pull down Polly upon him,
who giving way to his humour, straddled, and with her hands
conducted her blind favourite to the right place; and fol-
lowing her impulse, ran directly upon the flaming point of
this weapon of pleasure, which she stak'd herself upon, up
pierc'd and infix'd to the extremest hair-breadth of it:
thus she sat on him a few instants, enjoying and relishing
her situation, whilst he toyed with her provoking breasts.
Sometimes she would stoop to meet his kiss: but presently
the sting of pleasure spurr'd them up to fiercer action;
then began the storm of heaves, which, form the undermost
combatant, were thrusts at the same time, he crossing his
hands over her, and drawing her home to him with a sweet
violence: the inverted strokes of anvil over hammer soon
brought on the critical period, in which all the signs of a
close conspiring extasy informed us of the point they were
at.

     For me, I could bear to see no more; I was so overcome,
so inflamed at the second part of the same play, that, mad
to an intolerable degree, I hugg'd, I clasped Phoebe, as if
she had wherewithal to relieve me.  Pleased however with, and
pitying the taking she could feel me in, she drew me towards
the door, and opening it as softly as she could, we both got
off undiscover'd, and she reconducted me to my own room,
where, unable to keep my legs, in the agitation I was in, I
instantly threw myself down on the bed, where I lay trans-
ported, though asham'd at what I felt.

     Phoebe lay down by me, and ask'd me archly if, now that
I had seen the enemy, and fully considered him, I was still
afraid of him? or did I think I could venture to come to a
close engagement with him?  To all which, not a word on my
side; I sigh'd, and could scarce breathe.  She takes hold of
my hand, and having roll'd up her own petticoats, forced it
half strivingly towards those parts, where, now grown more
knowing, I miss'd the main object of my wishes; and finding
not even the shadow of what I wanted, where every thing was
so flat, or so hollow, in the vexation I was in at it, I
should have withdrawn my hand but for fear of disobliging
her.  Abandoning it then entirely to her management, she
made use of it as she thought proper, to procure herself
rather the shadow than the substance of any pleasure.  For
my part, I now pin'd for more solid food, and promis'd
tacitly to myself that I would not be put off much longer
with this foolery from woman to woman, if Mrs. Brown did
not soon provide me with the essential specific.  In short,
I had all the air of not being able to wait the arrival of
my lord B . . . tho' he was now expected in a very few days:
nor did I wait for him, for love itself took charge of the
disposal of me, in spite of interest, or gross lust.

     It was now two days after the closet-scene, that I got
up about six in the morning, and leaving my bed-fellow fast
asleep, stole down, with no other thought than of taking a
little fresh air in a small garden, which our back-parlour
open'd into, and from which my confinement debarr'd me at
the times company came to the house; but now sleep and
silence reign'd all over it.

     I open'd the parlour door, and well surpriz'd was I at
seeing, by the side of a fire half-our, a young gentleman in
the old lady's elbow chair, with his legs laid upon another,
fast asleep, and left there by his thoughtless companions,
who had drank him down, and then went off with every one his
mistress, whilst he stay'd behind by the courtesy of the old
matron, who would not disturb of turn him out in that con-
dition, at one in the morning; and beds, it is more than
probable, there were none to spare.  On the table still re-
main'd the punch bowl and glasses, strew's about in their
usual disorder after a drunken revel.

      But when I drew nearer, to view the sleeping one,
heavens! what a sight!  No! no term of years, no turn of
fortune could ever erase the lightning-like impression
his form made on me . . . Yes! dearest object of my ear-
liest passion, I command for ever the remembrance of thy
first appearance to my ravish'd eyes . . . it calls thee
up, present; and I see thee now!

     Figure to yourself, Madam, a fair stripling, between
eighteen and nineteen, with his head reclin'd on one of the
sides of the chair, his hair in disorder'd curls, irregular-
ly shading a face on which all the roseate bloom of youth
and all the manly graces conspired to fix my eyes and heart.
Even the languor and paleness of his face, in which the
momentary triumph of the lily over the rose was owing to the
excesses of the night, gave an inexpressible sweetness to
the finest features imaginable: his eyes, closed in sleep,
displayed the meeting edges of their lids beautifully bor-
dered with long eyelashes; over which no pencil could have
described two more regular arches than those that grac'd his
forehead, which was high, prefectly white and smooth.  Then
a pair of vermilion lips, pouting and swelling to the touch,
as if a bee had freshly stung them, seem'd to challenge me
to get the gloves off this lovely sleeper, had not the mod-
esty and respect, which in both sexes are inseparable from
a true passion, check'd my impulses.

     But on seeing his shirt-collar unbutton'd, and a bosom
whiter than a drift of snow, the pleasure of considering it
could not bribe me to lengthen it, at the hazard of a health
that began to be my life's concern.  Love, that made me
timid, taught me to be tender too.  With a trembling hand I
took hold of one of his, and waking his as gently as possi-
ble, he started, and looking, at first a little wildly, said
with a voice that sent its harmonious sound to my heart:
"Pray, child, what o'clock is it?"  I told him, and added
that he might catch cold if he slept longer with his breast
open in the cool of the morning air.  On this he thanked me
with a sweetness perfectly agreeing with that of his fea-
tures and eyes; the last now broad open, and eagerly sur-
veying me, carried the sprightly fires they sparkled with
directly to my heart.
     It seems that having drank too freely before he came
upon the rake with some of his young companions, he had put
himself out of a condition to go through all the weapons
with them, and crown the night with getting a mistress; so
that seeing me in a loose undress, he did not doubt but I
was one of the misses of the house, sent in to repair his
loss of time; but though he seiz'd that notion, and a very
obvious one it was, without hesitation, yet, whether my
figure made a more than ordinary impression on him, or
whether it was natural politeness, he address'd me in a
manner far from rude, tho' still on the foot of one of the
house pliers, come to amuse him; and giving me the first
kiss that I ever relish'd from man in my life, ask'd me it
I could favour him with my company, assuring me that he
would make it worth my while: but had not even new-born
love, that true refiner of lust, oppos'd so sudden a sur-
render, the fear of being surpriz'd by the house was a
sufficient bar to my compliance.

     I told him then, in a tone set me by love itself, that
for reasons I had not time to explain to him, I could not
stay with him, and might not even ever see him again: with
a sigh at these last words, which broke from the bottom of
my heart.  My conqueror, who, as he afterwards told me, had
been struck with my appearance, and lik'd me as much as he
could think of liking any one in my suppos'd way of life,
ask'd me briskly at once if I would be kept by him, and that
he would take a lodging for me directly, and relieve me from
any engagements he presum'd I might be under to the house.
Rash, sudden, undigested, and even dangerous as this offer
might be from a perfect stranger, and that stranger a giddy
boy, the prodigious love I was struck with for him had put a
charm into his voice there was no resisting, and blinded me
to every objection; I could, at that instant, have died for
him: think if I could resist an invitation to live with him!
Thus my heart, beating strong to the proposal, dictated my
answer, after scarce a minute's pause, that I would accept
of his offer, and make my escape to him in what way he
pleased, and that I would be entirely at his disposal, let
it be good or bad.  I have often since wondered that so
great an easiness did not disgust him, or make me too cheap
in his eyes, but my fate had so appointed it, that in his
fears of the hazard of the town, he had been some time
looking out for a girl to take into keeping, and my person
happening to hit his fancy, it was by one of those miracles
reserved to love that we struck the bargain in the instant,
which we sealed by an exchange of kisses, that the hopes of
a more uninterrupted enjoyment engaged him to content him-
self with.

     Never, however, did dear youth carry in his person,
more wherewith to justify the turning of a girl's head, and
making her set all consequences at defiance for the sake of
following a gallant.

     For, besides all the perfections of manly beauty which
were assembled in his form, he had an air of neatness and
gentility, a certain smartness in the carriage and port of
his head, that yet more distinguish'd him; his eyes were
sprightly and full of meaning; his looks had in them some-
thing at once sweet and commanding.  His complexion out-
bloom'd the lovely-colour'd rose, whilst its inimitable
tender vivid glow clearly sav'd from the reproach of want-
ing life, of raw and dough-like, which is commonly made to
those so extremely fair as he was.

     Our little plan was that I should get out about seven
the next morning (which I could readily promise, as I knew
where to get the key of the street-door), and he would wait
at the end of the street with a coach to convey me safe off;
after which, he would send, and clear any debt incurr'd by
my stay at Mrs. Brown's, who, he only judged, in gross,
might not care to part with one he thought so fit to draw
custom to the house.

     I then just hinted to him not to mention in the house
his having seen such a person as me, for reasons I would
explain to him more at leisure.  And then, for fear of
miscarrying, by being seen together, I tore myself from
him with a bleeding heart, and stole up softly to my room,
where I found Phoebe still fast asleep, and hurrying off my
few cloaths, lay down by her, with a mixture of joy and
anxiety that may be easier conceived than express'd.

     The risks of Mrs. Brown's discovering my purpose, of
disappointments, misery, ruin, all vanish'd before this new-
kindl'd flame.  The seeing, the touching, the being, if but
for a night, with this idol of my fond virgin-heart, appeared
to me a happiness above the purchase of my liberty or life.
He might use me ill, let him! he was the master; happy, too
happy, even to receive death at so dear a hand.

     To this purpose were the reflections of the whole day,
of which every minute seem'd to me a little eternity.  How
often did I visit the clock! nay, was tempted to advance
the tedious hand, as if that would have advanc'd the time
with it!  Had those of the house made the least observations
on me, they must have remark'd something extraordinary from
the discomposure I could not help betraying; especially when
at dinner mention was made of the charmingest youth having
been there, and stay'd breakfast.  "Oh! he was such a beauty!
. . . I should have died for him! . . . they would pull caps
for him! . . ." and the like fooleries, which, however, was
throwing oil on a fire I was sorely put to it to smother the
blaze of.

     The fluctuations of my mind, the whole day, produc'd
one good effect: which was, that, through mere fatigue, I
slept tolerably well till five in the morning, when I got up,
and having dress'd myself, waited, under the double tortures
of fear and impatience, for the appointed hour.  It came at
last, the dear, critical, dangerous hour came; and now, sup-
ported only by the courage love lent me, I ventured, a tip-
toe, down-stairs, leaving my box behind, for fear of being
surpriz'd with it in going out.

     I got to the street-door, the key whereof was always
laid on the chair by our bed-side, in trust with Phoebe, who
having not the least suspicion of my entertaining any design
to go from them (nor indeed had I but the day before), made
no reserve or concealment of it from me.  I open'd the door
with great ease; love, that embolden'd, protected me too:
and now, got safe into the street, I saw my new guardian-
angel waiting at a coach-door, ready open.  How I got to him
I know not: I suppose I flew; but I was in the coach in a
trice, and he by the side of me, with his arms clasp'd round
me, and giving me the kiss of welcome.  The coachman had his
orders, and drove to them.

     My eyes were instantly fill'd with tears, but tears of
the most delicious delight; to find myself in the arms of
that beauteous youth was a rapture that my little heart swam
in.  Past or future were equally out of the question with
me.  The present was as much as all my powers of life were
sufficient to bear the transport of, without fainting.  Nor
were the most tender embraces, the most soothing expressions
wanting on his side, to assure me of his love, and of never
giving me cause to repent the bold step I had taken, in
throwing myself thus entirely upon his honour and generosity.
But, alas! this was no merit in me, for I was drove to it by
a passion too impetuous for me to resist, and I did what I
did because I could not help it.

     In an instant, for time was now annihilated with me, we
landed at a public house in Chelsea, hosipitably commodious
for the reception of duet-parties of pleasure, where a break-
fast of chocolate was prepared for us.

     An old jolly stager, who kept it, and understood life
perfectly well, breakfasted with us, and leering archly at
me, gave us both joy, and said we were well paired, i' faith!
that a great many gentlemen and ladies used his house, but he
had never seen a handsomer couple . . . he was sure I was a
fresh piece . . . I look'd so country, so innocent! well my
spouse was a lucky man! . . . all which common landlord's
cant not only pleas'd and sooth'd me, but help'd to divert
my confusion at being with my new sovereign, whom, now the
minute approach'd, I began to fear to be alone with: a
timidity which true love had a greater share in than even
maiden bashfulness.

     I wish'd, I doted, I could have died for him; and yet,
I know not how, or why, I dreaded the point which had been
the object of my fiercest wishes; my pulses beat fears,
amidst a flush of the warmest desires.  This struggle of the
passions, however, this conflict betwixt modesty and love-
sick longings, made me burst again into tears; which he took,
as he had done before, only for the remains of concern and
emotion at the suddenness of my change of condition, in com-
mitting myself to his care; and, in consequence of that idea,
did and said all that he thought would most comfort and re-
inspirit me.

     After breakfast, Charles (the dear familiar name I must
take the liberty henceforward to distinguish my Adonis by),
with a smile full of meaning, took me gently by the hand, and
said:  "Come, my dear, I will show you a room that commands a
fine prospect over some gardens"; and without waiting for an
answer, in which he relieved me extremely, he led me up into
a chamber, airy and light-some, where all seeing of prospects
was out of the question, except that of a bed, which had all
the air of having recommended the room to him.

     Charles had just slipp'd the bolt of the door, and run-
ning, caught me in his arms, and lifting me from the ground,
with his lips glew'd to mine, bore me, trembling, panting,
dying, with soft fears and tender wishes, to the bed; where
his impatience would not suffer him to undress me, more than
just unpinning my handkerchief and gown, and unlacing my
stays.

     My bosom was now bare, and rising in the warmest throbs,
presented to his sight and feeling the firm hard swell of a
pair of young breasts, such as may be imagin'd of a girl not
sixteen, fresh out of the country, and never before handled;
but even their pride, whiteness, fashion, pleasing resistance
to the touch, could not bribe his restless hands from roving;
but giving them the loose, my petticoats and shift were soon
taken up, and their stronger center of attraction laid open
to their tender invasion.  My fears, however, made me mechan-
ically close my thighs; but the very touch of his hand insin-
uated between them, disclosed them and opened a way for the
main attack.

     In the mean time, I lay fairly exposed to the examina-
tion of his eyes and hands, quiet and unresisting; which
confirm'd him the opinion he proceeded so cavalierly upon,
that I was no novice in these matters, since he had taken
me out of a common bawdy-house, nor had I said one thing to
prepossess him of my virginity; and if I had, he would
sooner have believ'd that I took him for a cully that would
swallow such an improbability, than that I was still mis-
tress of that darling treasure, that hidden mine, so eagerly
sought after by the men, and which they never dig for, but
to destroy.

     Being now too high wound up to bear a delay, he un-
button'd, and drawing out the engine of love-assaults, drove
it currently, as at a ready-made breach . . . Then! then!
for the first time, did I feel that stiff horn-hard gristle,
battering against the tender part; but imagine to yourself
his surprize when he found, after several vigorous pushes
which hurt me extremely, that he made not the least im-
pression.

     I complain'd but tenderly complain'd that I could not
bear it . . . indeed he hurt me! . . . Still he thought no
more than that being so young, the largeness of his machine
(for few men could dispute size with him) made all the dif-
iculty; and that possible I had not been enjoy'd by any so
advantageously made in that part as himself: for still,
that my virgin flower was yet uncrop'd, never enter'd into
his head, and he would have thought it idling with time and
words to have question'd me upon it.

     He tries again, still no admittance, still no penetra-
tion; but he had hurt me yet more, whilst my extreme love
made me bear extreme pain, almost without a groan.  At
length, after repeated fruitless trials, he lay down panting
by me, kiss'd my falling tears, and asked me tenderly what
was the meaning of so much complaining? and if I had not
borne it better from others than I did from him? I answered,
with a simplicity fram'd to persuade, that he was the first
man that ever serv'd me so.  Truth is powerful, and it is
not always that we do not believe what we eagerly wish.

                         END PART 2