Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded
Yet would I fear no ill:
For both thy rod and shepherd’s crook
Afford me comfort still.
Thou hast my table richly spread
In presence of my foe:
Thou hast my head with balm refresh’d,
My cup doth overflow.
And finally, while breath doth last,
Thy grace shall me defend:
And in the house of God will I
My life for ever spend.]
which consisted of but three staves, we had it all; and he read the
line, and began the tune with a heart so entirely affected with the
duty, that he went through it distinctly, calmly, and fervently at the
same time; so that Lady Jones whispered me, That good man were fit for
all companies, and present to every laudable occasion: And Miss
Darnford said, God bless the dear good man!—You must think how I
rejoiced in my mind.
I know, my dear mother, you can say most of the shortest psalms by
heart; so I need not transcribe it, especially as your chief treasure
is a bible; and a worthy treasure it is. I know nobody makes more or
better use of it.
Mr. Williams gave us an excellent discourse on liberality and
generosity, and the blessings attending the right use of riches, from
the xith chapter of Proverbs, ver. 24, 25. There is that scattereth,
and yet increaseth; and there is that withholdeth more than is meet,
but it tendeth to poverty. The liberal soul shall be made fat: And he
that watereth, shall be watered also himself. And he treated the
subject in so handsome a manner, that my master’s delicacy, who, at
first, was afraid of some personal compliments, was not offended. Mr.
Williams judiciously keeping to generals; and it was an elegant and
sensible discourse, as my master said.
My father was in the clerk’s place, just under the desk; and Lady
Jones, by her footman, whispered him to favour us with another psalm,
when the sermon was ended. He thinking, as he said afterwards, that the
former was rather of the longest, chose the shortest in the book, which
you know is the cxviith.
[O all ye nations of the world,
Praise ye the Lord always:
And all ye people every where
Set forth his noble praise.
For great his kindness is to us;
His truth doth not decay:
Wherefore praise ye the Lord our God;
Praise ye the Lord alway.]
My master thanked Mr. Williams for his excellent discourse, and so did
the ladies; as also did I most heartily: and he was pleased to take my
dear father by the hand, as did also Mr. Williams, and thanked him. The
ladies, likewise, made him their compliments; and the servants all
looked upon him with countenances of respect and pleasure.
At dinner, do what I could, I was forced to take the upper end of the
table; and my master sat at the lower end, between Mr. Williams and my
father. And he said, Pamela, you are so dexterous, that I think you may
help the ladies yourself; and I will help my two good friends. I should
have told you, though, that I dressed myself in a flowered satin, that
was my lady’s, and looked quite fresh and good, and which was given me,
at first, by my master; and the ladies, who had not seen me out of my
homespun before, made me abundance of fine compliments, as soon as they
saw me first.
Talking of the Psalms just after dinner, my master was very naughty, if
I may so say: For he said to my father, Mr. Andrews, I think in the
afternoon, as we shall have only prayers, we may have one longer psalm;
and what think you of the cxxxviith? O, good sir! said I, pray, pray,
not a word more! Say what you will, Pamela, said he, you shall sing it
to us, according to your own version, before these good ladies go away.
My father smiled, but was half concerned for me; and said, Will it
bear, and please your honour?—O ay, said he, never fear it; so long as
Mrs. Jewkes is not in the hearing.
This excited all the ladies’ curiosity; and Lady Jones said, She would
be loath to desire to hear any thing that would give me concern; but
should be glad I would give leave for it. Indeed, madam, said I, I must
beg you won’t insist upon it. I cannot bear it.—You shall see it,
indeed, ladies, said my master; and pray, Pamela, not always as you
please, neither.—Then, pray sir, said I, not in my hearing, I
hope.—Sure, Pamela, returned he, you would not write what is not fit to
be heard!—But, sir, said I, there are particular cases, times, and
occasions, that may make a thing passable at one time, that would not
be tolerable at another. O, said he, let me judge of that, as well as
you, Pamela. These ladies know a good part of your story; and, let me
tell you, what they know is more to your credit than mine; so that if I
have no averseness to reviving the occasion, you may very well bear it.
Said he, I will put you out of your pain, Pamela: here it is: and took
it out of his pocket.
I stood up, and said, Indeed, sir, I can’t bear it; I hope you’ll allow
me to leave the room a minute, if you will read it. Indeed but I won’t,
answered he. Lady Jones said, Pray, good sir, don’t let us hear it, if
Mrs. Andrews be so unwilling. Well, Pamela, said my master, I will put
it to your choice, whether I shall read it now, or you will sing it by
and by. That’s very hard, sir, said I. It must be one, I assure you,
said he. Why then, sir, replied I, you must do as you please; for I
cannot sing it.
Well, then, said my master, I find I must read it; and yet, added he,
after all, I had as well let it alone, for it is no great reputation to
myself. O then, said Miss Darnford, pray let us hear it, to choose.
Why then, proceeded he, the case was this: Pamela, I find, when she was
in the time of her confinement, (that is, added he, when she was taken
prisoner, in order to make me one; for that is the upshot of the
matter,) in the journal she kept, which was intended for nobody’s
perusal but her parents, tells them, that she was importuned, one
Sunday, by Mrs. Jewkes, to sing a psalm; but her spirits not
permitting, she declined it: But after Mrs. Jewkes was gone down, she
says, she recollected, that the cxxxviith psalm was applicable to her
own case; Mrs. Jewkes having often, on other days, in vain, besought
her to sing a song: That thereupon she turned it more to her own
supposed case; and believing Mrs. Jewkes had a design against her
honour, and looking upon her as her gaoler, she thus gives her version
of this psalm. But pray, Mr. Williams, do you read one verse of the
common translation, and I will read one of Pamela’s. Then Mr. Williams,
pulling out his little pocket Common-Prayer-Book, read the first two
stanzas:
I.
When we did sit in Babylon,
The rivers round about;
Then in remembrance of Sion,
The tears for grief burst out.
II.
We hang’d our harps and instruments
The willow trees upon:
For in that place, men, for that use,
Had planted many a one.
My master then read:
I.
When sad I sat in B——n-hall,
All guarded round about,
And thought of ev’ry absent friend,
The tears for grief burst out.
II.
My joys and hopes all overthrown,
My heart-strings almost broke,
Unfit my mind for melody,
Much more to bear a joke.
The ladies said, It was very pretty; and Miss Darnford, That somebody
else had more need to be concerned than the versifier.
I knew, said my master, I should get no credit by shewing this. But let
us read on, Mr. Williams. So Mr. Williams read:
III.
Then they, to whom we pris’ners were,
Said to us, tauntingly,
Now let us hear your Hebrew songs,
And pleasant melody.
Now this, said my master, is very near; and read:
III.
Then she, to whom I prisoner was,
Said to me tauntingly,
Now cheer your heart, and sing a song,
And tune your mind to joy.
Mighty sweet, said Mr. Williams. But let us see how the next verse is
turned. It is this:
IV.
Alas! said we; who can once frame
His heavy heart to sing
The praises of our living God,
Thus under a strange king?
Why, said my master, it is turned with beautiful simplicity, thus:
IV.
Alas! said I, how can I frame
My heavy heart to sing,
Or tune my mind, while thus enthrall’d
By such a wicked thing?
Very pretty, said Mr. Williams. Lady Jones said, O, dear madam! could
you wish that we should be deprived of this new instance of your genius
and accomplishments?
O! said my dear father, you will make my good child proud. No, said my
master very generously, Pamela can’t be proud. For no one is proud to
hear themselves praised, but those who are not used to it.—But proceed,
Mr. Williams. He read:
V.
But yet, if I Jerusalem
Out of my heart let slide;
Then let my fingers quite forget
The warbling harp to guide.
Well, now, said my master, for Pamela’s version:
V.
But yet, if from my innocence
I ev’n in thought should slide,
Then let my fingers quite forget
The sweet spinnet to guide.
Mr. Williams read:
VI.
And let my tongue, within my mouth,
Be ty’d for ever fast,
If I rejoice, before I see
Thy full deliv’rance past.
This, also, said my master, is very near:
VI.
And let my tongue, within my mouth,
Be lock’d for ever fast,
If I rejoice, before I see
My full deliv’rance past.
Now, good sir, said I, oblige me; don’t read any further: pray don’t! O
pray, madam, said Mr. Williams, let me beg to have the rest read; for I
long to know whom you make the Sons of Edom, and how you turn the
Psalmist’s execrations against the insulting Babylonians.
Well, Mr. Williams, replied I, you should not have said so. O, said my
master, that is one of the best things of all. Poor Mrs. Jewkes stands
for Edom’s Sons; and we must not lose this, because I think it one of
my Pamela’s excellencies, that, though thus oppressed, she prays for no
harm upon the oppressor. Read, Mr. Williams, the next stanza. So he
read:
VII.
Therefore, O Lord! remember now
The cursed noise and cry,
That Edom’s sons against us made,
When they ras’d our city.
VIII.
Remember, Lord, their cruel words,
When, with a mighty sound,
They cried, Down, yea down with it,
Unto the very ground!
Well, said my master, here seems, in what I am going to read, a little
bit of a curse indeed, but I think it makes no ill figure in the
comparison.
VII.
And thou, Almighty! recompense
The evils I endure
From those who seek my sad disgrace,
So causeless, to procure.
And now, said he, for Edom’s Sons. Though a little severe in the
imputation.
VIII.
Remember, Lord, this Mrs. Jewkes,
When with a mighty sound,
She cries, Down with her chastity,
Down to the very ground!
Sure, sir, said I, this might have been spared! But the ladies and Mr.
Williams said, No, by no means! And I see the poor wicked woman has no
favourers among them.
Now, said my master, read the Psalmist’s heavy curses: and Mr. Williams
read:
IX.
Ev’n so shalt thou, O Babylon!
At length to dust be brought:
And happy shall that man be call’d,
That our revenge hath wrought.
X.
Yea, blessed shall the man be call’d
That takes thy little ones,
And dasheth them in pieces small
Against the very stones.
Thus he said, very kindly, has my Pamela turned these lines:
IX.
Ev’n so shalt thou, O wicked one!