than Men are by what is said of theirs. When She had a little recovered herself from the ferious Anger she was in, she replied in the following Manner :

Sir, when I consider how perfectly new all you have said on this Subject is, and that the Story you have given us is not quite two thousand Years old, I cannot but think it a Piece of Presumption to dispute with you. But

your Quotation puts me in Mind of the Fable of the Lion and the Man. The Man walking with that noble Animal, fhewed him, in the. Oftentation of human Superiority, a Sign of a Man killing a Lion. Upon which the Lion said very

“ We Lions are none of us Painters, elle we could shew a hundred Men killed by Lions, for one Lion killed by a Man.”

You Men are Writers, and can represent : us Women as unbecoming as you please in

your Works, while we are unable to return the Injury. You have twice or thrice observed in your Discourse, that Hypocrify is the very Foundation of your Education, and that an Ability to diffemble our Affections is a profeffed Part of our Breeding. There, and


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fuch other Reflections, are sprinkled up and down the Writings of all Ages by Authors, who leave behind them Memorials of their Refentment against the Scorn of particular Women, in Invectives against the whole Sex. Such a Writer, I doubt not, was the celc. brated Petronius, who invented the pleasant Aggravations of the Frailty of the Ephefan Lady; but, when we consider this Question between the Sexes, which has been either a Point of Dispute or Raillery ever fince there were Man and Woman, let us take Facts from plain People, and from such as have not either Ambition or Capacity to embellish their Narrations with any Beauties of Imagination..

I was the other Day amusing myself with Ligon's Account of Barbadoes; and, in An{wer to your well-wrought Tale, I will give you, as it dwells on my Memory, out of that honest Traveller, the History of Inkle and rarico.

Mr. Thomas Inkle, of London, aged twenty Years, embarked in the Downs on the good Ship, called the Achilles, bound for the Wej Indies, on the 16th of June, 1647, in order to improve his Fortune by Trade and Merchandize. Our Adventurer was the third San of an eminent Citizen, who had taken particular Cáre to instil into his Mind an early Love of Gain, by making him a perfect Mafter of Numbers, and consequently giving him a quick View of Loss and Advantage, and preventing the natural Impulses of his Paffions, by Prepoffeffions towards his Interests.

With a Mind thus turned, young Inkle. E had a Person every Way agreeable, a ruddy į Vigour in his Countenance, Strength in his

Limbs, with Ringlets of fair Hair loosely flowing on his Shoulders. It happened in the Course of his Voyage, that the Acbilles, in some Distress, put into a Creek on the Main of America, in Search of Provifions. The Youth, who is the Hero of my Story, among others went afhore on this Occasion.

From their first Landing, they were observed by a Party of Indians, who hid themselves for that Purpose in the Woods. The Englishunadvifedly marched a great Distance from the Shore into the Country, and were intercepted by the Natives, who flew the


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greatest Part of them. Our Adventurer efcap. ed among others, by flying into a Foreft. Upon his coming into a remote and pathlefs Part of the Wood, he threw himself, tired and breathless, on a little Hillock, when an Indian Maid rushed from a Thicket behind him. · After the first Surprise, they appeared mutually agreeable to each other. If the European was highly charmed with the Features and wild Graces of the American, the American was no less taken with the Dress, Complexion and Shape of an European covered from Head to Foot. The Indian grew immediately enamoured of him, and consequently follicitous for his Preservation : She therefore conveyed him to a Cave,, where she gave him a delicious Repast

of Fruits, and led him to a Stream, to flake his Thirst.

Let not the vain, tho' polished European imagine, that the tender Passion of Love is known only to his Clime: It is peculiar to every Region of the Earth; and, perhaps, among even Savage Nations, it is more pure and sincere than among us

In the Midst of these good Offices, she would sometimes play with her Hair, and delight in the Opposition of its Colour to that of her Fingers: Then open his Bosom, then laugh at him for covering it. it seems, a Person of Distinction ; for she every Day came to him in a different Dress of the most beautiful Shells, Bugles and Beads. She likewise brought him a great many Spoils with which her other Lovers had presented her : So that his Cave was richly adorned with all the spotted Skins of Beasts, and most

She was,



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