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Quite lost these characters from my memory. To speak ingenuously, I did
indeed suppose, as far as I could calculate the events of this important
narrative beforehand, that the Miss Cranleys would have come in earlier,
and have made a more conspicuous figure, than they now seem to have any
chance of doing. Having thus settled accounts with my readers; I take up
again the thread of my story, and thus I proceed. Mr. Hartley being now,
as he believed, upon the point of disposing of his daughter in marriage,
began seriously to consider that he should want a female companion to
manage, his family, to nurse his ailments, and to repair the breaches,
that the hand of wintry time had made in his spirits and his
constitution. The reader will be pleased to recollect, that he had
already laid siege to the heart of the gentle Sophia. He now prosecuted
his affair with more alacrity than ever. Alas, my dear readers! while we
have been junketting along from Southampton to Oxford, from Oxford to
Windsor, and from Windsor to Southampton back again, such is the
miserable fate of human kind! Miss Amelia Wilhelmina Cranley, the most
pious of her sex, the flower of Mr. Whitfield's converts, the wonder and
admiration of Roger the cobler, has given up the ghost. You will please
then, in what follows, to represent to yourselves the charms of Sophia
as decked and burnished with a suit of sables. Her exterior indeed was
sable and gloomy, but her heart was far superior to the attacks of
wayward fate. She sat aloft in