which, it is to be hoped, the reader will find an agreeable medley of mirth and madness, sense and absurdity.

it was not without reason that our adventurer afflicted himself; his fears were but too prophetic. when he alighted at the inn, which he had left so abruptly the preceding evening, he ran directly to the apartment where he had been so happy in aurelia’s company; but her he saw not—all was solitary. turning to the woman of the house, who had followed him into the room, “where is the lady?” cried he, in a tone of impatience. mine hostess screwing up her features into a very demure aspect, said she saw so many ladies she could not pretend to know who he meant. “i tell thee, woman,” exclaimed the knight, in a louder accent, “thou never sawest such another—i mean that miracle of beauty”—“very like,” replied the dame, as she retired to the room door. “husband, here’s one as axes concerning a miracle of beauty; hi, hi, hi. can you give him any information about this miracle of beauty? o la! hi, hi, hi.”

instead of answering this question, the innkeeper advancing, and surveying sir launcelot, “friend,” said he, “you are the person that carried off my horse out of the stable.”—“tell me not of a horse—where is the young lady?”—“now, i will tell you of the horse, and i’ll make you find him too before you and i part.”—“wretched animal! how dar’st thou dally with my impatience? speak, or despair—what is become of miss meadows? say, did she leave this place of her own accord, or was she— hah! speak—answer, or by the powers above”—“i’ll answer you flat—she you call miss meadows is in very good hands—so you may make yourself easy on that score.”—“sacred heaven! explain your meaning, miscreant, or i’ll make you a dreadful example to all the insolent publicans of the realm.” so saying, he seized him with one hand and dashed him on the floor, set one foot on his belly, and kept him trembling in that prostrate attitude. the ostler and waiter flying to the assistance of their master, our adventurer unsheathed his sword, declaring he would dismiss their souls from their bodies, and exterminate the whole family from the face of the earth, if they would not immediately give him the satisfaction he required.

the hostess being by this time terrified almost out of her senses, fell on her knees before him, begging he would spare their lives, and promising to declare the whole truth. he would not, however, remove his foot from the body of her husband until she told him, that in less than half an hour after he had sallied out upon the supposed robbers, two chaises arrived, each drawn by four horses; that two men, armed with pistols, alighted from one of them, laid violent hands upon the young lady; and, notwithstanding her struggling and shrieking, forced her into the other carriage, in which was an infirm gentleman, who called himself her guardian; that the maid was left to the care of a third servant, to follow with a third chaise, which was got ready with all possible despatch, while the other two proceeded at full speed on the road to london. it was by this communicative lacquey the people of the house were informed that the old gentleman his master was squire darnel, the young lady his niece and ward, and our adventurer a needy sharper who wanted to make a prey of her fortune.

the knight, fired even almost to frenzy by this intimation, spurned the carcase of his host; and, his eye gleaming terror, rushed into the yard, in order to mount bronzomarte and pursue the ravisher, when he was diverted from his purpose by a new incident.

one of the postillions, who had driven the chaise in which dolly was conveyed, happened to arrive at that instant; when, seeing our hero, he ran up to him cap in hand, and, presenting a letter, accosted him in these words: “please your noble honour, if your honour be sir launcelot greaves of the west riding, here’s a letter from a gentlewoman, that i promised to deliver into your honour’s own hands.”

the knight, snatching the letter with the utmost avidity, broke it up, and found the contents couched in these terms:—

“honoured sir,—the man az gi’en me leave to lat yaw knaw my dear leady is going to loondon with her unkle squaire darnel. be not conzarned, honoured sir, vor i’se take it on mai laife to let yaw knaw wheare we be zettled, if zobe i can vind where you loadge in loondon. the man zays yaw may put it in the pooblic prints. i houp the bareheir will be honest enuff to deliver this scrowl; and that your honour will pardon your umbil servant to command, dorothy cowslip.”

“p. s.—please my kaind sarvice to laayer clarke. squire darnel’s man is very civil vor sartain; but i’ave no thoughts on him i’ll assure yaw. marry hap, worse ware may have a better chap, as the zaying goes.”

nothing could be more seasonable than the delivery of this billet, which he had no sooner perused than his reflection returned, and he entered into a serious deliberation with his own heart. he considered that aurelia was by this time far beyond a possibility of being overtaken, and that by a precipitate pursuit he should only expose his own infirmities. he confided in the attachment of his mistress, and in the fidelity of her maid, who would find opportunities of communicating her sentiments by means of this lacquey, of whom he perceived by the letter she had already made a conquest. he therefore resolved to bridle his impatience, to proceed leisurely to london, and, instead of taking any rash step which might induce anthony darnel to remove his niece from that city, remain in seeming quiet until she should be settled, and her guardian returned to the country. aurelia had mentioned to him the name of doctor kawdle, and from him he expected in due time to receive the most interesting information formerly tormented with the pangs of despairing love, which had actually unsettled his understanding, he was now happily convinced that he had inspired the tender breast of aurelia with mutual affection; and, though she was invidiously snatched from his embrace in the midst of such endearments as had wound up his soul to ecstasy and transport, he did not doubt of being able to rescue her from the power of an inhuman kinsman, whose guardianship would soon of course expire; and in the meantime he rested with the most perfect dependence on her constancy and virtue.

as he next day crossed the country, ruminating on the disaster that had befallen his squire, and could now compare circumstances coolly, he easily comprehended the whole scheme of that adventure, which was no other than an artifice of anthony darnel and his emissaries to draw him from the inn, where he proposed to execute his design upon the innocent aurelia. he took it for granted that the uncle, having been made acquainted with his niece’s elopement, had followed her track by the help of such information as he received, from one stage to another; and that, receiving more particulars at the white hart touching sir launcelot, he had formed the scheme in which crabshaw was an involuntary instrument towards the seduction of his master.

amusing himself with these and other cogitations, our hero in the afternoon reached the place of his destination, and, entering the inn where timothy had been left at sick quarters, chanced to meet the apothecary retiring precipitately in a very unsavoury pickle from the chamber of his patient. when he inquired about the health of his squire, this retainer to medicine, wiping himself all the while with a napkin, answered in manifest confusion, that he apprehended him to be in a very dangerous way from an inflammation of the piamater, which had produced a most furious delirium. then he proceeded to explain, in technical terms, the method of cure he had followed; and concluded with telling him the poor squire’s brain was so outrageously disordered, that he had rejected all administration, and just thrown an urinal in his face.

the knight’s humanity being alarmed at this intelligence, he resolved that crabshaw should have the benefit of further advice, and asked if there was not a physician in the place? the apothecary, after some interjections of hesitation, owned there was a doctor in the village, an odd sort of a humourist; but he believed he had not much to do in the way of his profession, and was not much used to the forms of prescription. he was counted a scholar, to be sure, but as to his medical capacity—he would not take upon him to say. “no matter,” cried sir launcelot, “he may strike out some lucky thought for the benefit of the patient, and i desire you will call him instantly.”

while the apothecary was absent on this service, our adventurer took it in his head to question the landlord about the character of this physician, which had been so unfavourably represented, and received the following information:—

“for my peart, measter, i knows nothing amiss of the doctor—he’s a quiet sort of an inoffensive man; uses my house sometimes, and pays for what he has, like the rest of my customers. they says he deals very little in physic stuff, but cures his patients with fasting and water-gruel, whereby he can’t expect the ‘pothecary to be his friend. you knows, master, one must live, and let live, as the saying is. i must say, he, for the value of three guineas, set up my wife’s constitution in such a manner, that i have saved within these two years, i believe, forty pounds in ‘pothecary’s bills. but what of that? every man must eat, thof at another’s expense; and i should be in a deadly hole myself if all my customers should take it in their heads to drink nothing but water-gruel, because it is good for the constitution. thank god, i have as good a constitution as e’er a man in england, but for all that, i and my whole family bleed and purge, and take a diet-drink twice a year, by way of serving the ‘pothecary, who is a very honest man, and a very good neighbour.”

their conversation was interrupted by the return of the apothecary with the doctor, who had very little of the faculty in his appearance. he was dressed remarkably plain; seemed to be turned of fifty; had a careless air, and a sarcastical turn in his countenance. before he entered the sick man’s chamber, he asked some questions concerning the disease; and when the apothecary, pointing to his own head, said, “it lies all here,” the doctor, turning to sir launcelot, replied, “if that be all there’s nothing in it.”

upon a more particular inquiry about the symptoms, he was told that the blood was seemingly viscous, and salt upon the tongue; the urine remarkably acrosaline; and the faeces atrabilious and foetid. when the doctor said he would engage to find the same phenomena in every healthy man of the three kingdoms, the apothecary added, that the patient was manifestly comatous, and moreover afflicted with griping pains and borborygmata. “a f—t for your borborygmata,” cried the physician; “what has been done?” to this question, he replied, that venesection had been three times performed; that a vesicatory had been applied inter scapulas; that the patient had taken occasionally of a cathartic apozem, and between whiles, alexipharmic boluses and neutral draughts.—“neutral, indeed,” said the doctor; “so neutral, that i’ll be crucified if ever they declare either for the patient or the disease.” so saying, he brushed into crabshaw’s chamber, followed by our adventurer, who was almost suffocated at his first entrance. the day was close; the window-shutters were fastened; a huge fire blazed in the chimney; thick harateen curtains were close drawn round the bed, where the wretched squire lay extended under an enormous load of blankets. the nurse, who had all the exteriors of a bawd given to drink, sat stewing in this apartment like a damned soul in some infernal bagnio; but rising when the company entered, made her curtsies with great decorum.—“well,” said the doctor, “how does your patient, nurse?”—“blessed be god for it, i hope in a fair way. to be sure his apozem has had a blessed effect— five-and-twenty stools since three o’clock in the morning. but then, a’would not suffer the blisters to be put upon his thighs. good lack! a’has been mortally obstropolous, and out of his senses all this blessed day.”—“you lie,” cried the squire, “i an’t out of my seven senses, thof i’m half mad with vexation.”

the doctor having withdrawn the curtain, the hapless squire appeared very pale and ghastly; and having surveyed his master with a rueful aspect, addressed him in these words: “sir knight, i beg a boon. be pleased to tie a stone about the neck of the apothecary, and a halter about the neck of the nurse, and throw the one into the next river, and the other over the next tree, and in so doing you will do a charitable deed to your fellow-creatures; for he and she do the devil’s work in partnership, and have sent many a score of their betters home to him before their time.” —“oh, he begins to talk sensibly.”—“have a good heart,” said the physician. “what is your disorder?”—“physic.”—“what do you chiefly complain of?”—“the doctor.”—“does your head ache?”—“yea, with impertinence.” “have you a pain in your back?”—“yes, where the blister lies.”—“are you sick at stomach?”—“yes, with hunger.”—“do you feel any shiverings?”—“always at sight of the apothecary.”—“do you perceive any load in your bowels?”—“i would the apothecary’s conscience was as clear.”—“are you thirsty?”—“not thirsty enough to drink barley-water.” —“be pleased to look into his fauces,” said the apothecary; “he has got a rough tongue, and a very foul mouth, i’ll assure you.”—“i have known that the case with some limbs of the faculty, where they stood more in need of correction than of physic.—well, my honest friend, since you have already undergone the proper purgations in due form, and say you have no other disease than the doctor, we will set you on your legs again without further question. here, nurse, open that window, and throw these phials into the street. now lower the curtain, without shutting the casement, that the man may not be stifled in his own steam. in the next place, take off two-thirds of these coals, and one-third of these blankets.—how dost feel now, my heart?” “i should feel heart-whole, if so be as yow would throw the noorse a’ter the bottles, and the ‘pothecary a’ter the noorse, and oorder me a pound of chops for my dinner, for i be so hoongry, i could eat a horse behind the saddle.”

the apothecary, seeing what passed, retired of his own accord, holding up his hands in sign of astonishment. the nurse was dismissed in the same breath. crabshaw rose, dressed himself without assistance, and made a hearty meal on the first eatable that presented itself to view. the knight passed the evening with the physician, who, from his first appearance, concluded he was mad; but, in the course of the conversation, found means to resign that opinion without adopting any other in lieu of it, and parted with him under all the impatience of curiosity. the knight, on his part, was very well entertained with the witty sarcasms and erudition of the doctor, who appeared to be a sort of cynic philosopher tinctured with misanthropy, and at open war with the whole body of apothecaries, whom however it was by no means his interest to disoblige.

next day, crabshaw, being to all appearance perfectly recovered, our adventurer reckoned with the apothecary, paid the landlord, and set out on his return for the london road, resolving to lay aside his armour at some distance from the metropolis; for, ever since his interview with aurelia, his fondness for chivalry had been gradually abating. as the torrent of his despair had disordered the current of his sober reflection, so now, as that despair subsided, his thoughts began to flow deliberately in their ancient channel. all day long he regaled his imagination with plans of connubial happiness, formed on the possession of the incomparable aurelia; determined to wait with patience, until the law should supersede the authority of her guardian, rather than adopt any violent expedient which might hazard the interest of his passion.

he had for some time travelled in the turnpike road, when his reverie was suddenly interrupted by a confused noise; and when he lifted up his eyes he beheld at a little distance a rabble of men and women, variously armed with flails, pitchforks, poles, and muskets, acting offensively against a strange figure on horseback, who, with a kind of lance, laid about him with incredible fury. our adventurer was not so totally abandoned by the spirit of chivalry, to see without emotion a single knight in danger of being overpowered by such a multitude of adversaries. without staying to put on his helmet, he ordered crabshaw to follow him in the charge against those plebeians. then couching his lance, and giving bronzomarte the spur, he began his career with such impetuosity as overturned all that happened to be in his way; and intimidated the rabble to such a degree, that they retired before him like a flock of sheep, the greater part of them believing he was the devil in propria persona. he came in the very nick of time to save the life of the other errant, against whom three loaded muskets were actually levelled, at the very instant that our adventurer began his charge. the unknown knight was so sensible of the seasonable interposition, that, riding up to our hero, “brother,” said he, “this is the second time you have holp me off, when i was bump ashore.—bess mizzen, i must say, is no more than a leaky bum-boat, in comparison of the glorious galley you want to man. i desire that henceforth we may cruise in the same latitudes, brother; and i’ll be d—ned if i don’t stand by you as long as i have a stick standing, or can carry a rag of canvas.”

by this address our knight recognised the novice captain crowe, who had found means to accommodate himself with a very strange suit of armour. by way of helmet, he wore one of the caps used by the light horse, with straps buckled under his chin, and contrived in such a manner as to conceal his whole visage, except the eyes. instead of cuirass, mail, greaves, and other pieces of complete armour, he was cased in a postillion’s leathern jerkin, covered with thin plates of tinned iron. his buckler was a potlid, his lance a hop-pole shod with iron, and a basket-hilt broadsword, like that of hudibras, depended by a broad buff belt, that girded his middle. his feet were defended by jack-boots, and his hands by the gloves of a trooper. sir launcelot would not lose time in examining particulars, as he perceived some mischief had been done, and that the enemy had rallied at a distance; he therefore commanded crowe to follow him, and rode off with great expedition; but he did not perceive his squire was taken prisoner; nor did the captain recollect that his nephew, tom clarke, had been disabled and secured in the beginning of the fray. the truth is, the poor captain had been so belaboured about the pate, that it was a wonder he remembered his own name.