' -- I
begged to be excused, declaring I could put up with any
inconvenience, rather than treat as a footman the descendant of
Tir-Owen the Great. I advised him to return to his friend, Mr
Cosgrave, and take his passage from Newcastle by sea, towards
which I made him a small present, and he retired, seemingly
resigned to his evil fortune. I have taken upon trial a
Scotchman, called Archy M'Alpin, an old soldier, whose last
master, a colonel, lately died at Berwick. The fellow is old and
withered; but he has been recommended to me for his fidelity, by
Mrs Humphreys, a very good sort of a woman, who keeps the inn at
Tweedmouth, and is much respected by all the travellers on this
road.
Clinker, without doubt, thinks himself happy in the removal of a
dangerous rival, and he is too good a Christian, to repine at
Dutton's success. Even Mrs Jenkins will have reason to
congratulate herself upon this event, when she cooly reflects
upon the matter; for, howsoever she was forced from her poise for
a season, by snares laid for her vanity, Humphry is certainly the
north-star to which the needle of her affection would have
pointed at the long run.
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