horſes? How they pawed the ground, and diſplayed their rich harneſſes! Her ſervants wore elegant liveries, and her own clothes ſuited the equipage. Her houſe is equal to her carriage; the rooms are lofty, and hung with ſilk; noble glaſſes and pictures adorn them: and the pleaſure-grounds are large and well laid out; beſide the trees and ſhrubs, they contain a variety of ſummer-houſes and temples, as they are called. Yet, my young friends, this is ſtate, not dignity.
This woman has a little ſoul, ſhe never attended to truth, and obtaining a great part of her fortune by falſehood, it has blighted all her enjoyments. She inhabits that ſuperb houſe, wears the gayeſt clothes, and rides in that beautiful carriage, without feeling pleaſure. Suſpicion, and the cares it has given birth to, have wrinkled her countenance, and baniſhed every trace of beauty, which paint in vain endeavours to repair. Her ſuſpicious temper ariſes from a knowledge of her own heart, and the want of rational employments.
