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often call things Goodness that are not so. That to go to
Church, and to pray, and to sing Psalms, and to honour the Clergy, and

to repent, is true Religion; and 'tis not doing good to one another, for
that is one of the greatest Sins we can commit, when we don't do it for
the sake of Religion. That those People who talk of Vartue and
Morality, are the wickedest of all Persons. That 'tis not what we do, but
what we believe, that must save us, and a great many other good
Things; I wish I could remember them all.
As soon as Church was over, he came to the Squire's House, and drank
Tea with Mrs. Jewkes and me; after which Mrs. Jewkes went out and
left us together for an Hour and half Oh! he is a charming Man.
After Supper he went Home, and then Mrs. Jewkes began to catechize
me, about my Familiarity with him. I see she wants him herself. Then
she proceeded to tell me what an Honour my Master did me in liking
me, and that it was both an inexcusable Folly and Pride in me, to
pretend to refuse him any Favour. Pray, Madam, says I, consider I am a
poor Girl, and have nothing but my Modesty to trust to. If I part with
that, what will become of me. Methinks, says she, you are not so
mighty modest when you are with Parson Williams; I have observed
you gloat at one another, in a Manner that hath made me blush. I assure
you, I shall let the Squire know what sort of Man he is; you may do
your Will, says I, as long as he hath a Vote for Pallamant-Men, the
Squire dares do nothing to offend him; and you will only shew that you
are jealous of him, and that's all. How now, Mynx, says she; Mynx! No
more Mynx than yourself, says I; with that she hit me a Slap on the
Shoulder; and I flew at her and scratched her Face, i'cod, 'till she went
crying out of the Room; so no more at present, from
Your Dutiful Daughter,
SHAMELA.
LETTER X.
Shamela Andrews to Henrietta Maria Honora Andrews.
O Mamma! Rare News! As soon as I was up this Morning, a Letter was
brought me from the Squire, of which I send you a Copy.

Squire Booby to Pamela.
Dear Creature,
I hope you are not angry with me for the Deceit put upon you, in
conveying you to Lincolnshire, when you imagined yourself going to
London. Indeed, my dear Pamela, I cannot live without you; and will
very shortly come down and convince you, that my Designs are better
than you imagine, and such as you may with Honour comply with. I
am,
My Dear Creature,
Your doating Lover,
Booby.
Now, Mamma, what think you? For my own Part, I am convinced he
will marry me, and faith so he shall. O! Bless me! I shall be Mrs. Booby,
and be Mistress of a great Estate, and have a dozen Coaches and Six,
and a fine House at London, and another at Bath, and Servants, and
Jewels, and Plate, and go to Plays, and Opera's, and Court; and do what
I will, and spend what I will. But, poor Parson Williams! Well; and
can't I see Parson Williams, as well after Marriage as before: For I shall
never care a Farthing for my Husband. No, I hate and despise him of all
Things.
Well, as soon as I had read my Letter, in came Mrs. Jewkes. You see,
Madam, says she, I carry the Marks of your Passion about me; but I
have received order from my Master to be civil to you, and I must obey
him: For he is the best Man in the World, notwithstanding your
Treatment of him. My Treatment of him; Madam, says I? Yes, says she,
your Insensibility to the Honour he intends you, of making you his
Mistress. I would have you to know, Madam, I would not be Mistress
to the greatest King, no nor Lord in the Universe. I value my Vartue
more than I do any thing my Master can give me; and so we talked a
full Hour and a half, about my Vartue; and I was afraid at first, she had
heard something about the Bantling, but I find she hath not; tho' she is

as jealous, and suspicious, as old Scratch.
In the Afternoon, I stole into the Garden to meet Mr. Williams; I found
him at the Place of his Appointment, and we staid in a kind of Arbour,
till it was quite dark. He was very angry when I told him what Mrs.
Jewkes had threatned Let him refuse