The Count gave
his arm to the lady in the mask, who slipped in; and he was
whispering La Rose, when the lad who had been sleeping hit his
Excellency on the shoulder, and said, "I say, Count, you can give ME
a cast home too," and jumped into the coach.
When Catherine saw her son, she threw herself into his arms, and
kissed him with a burst of hysterical tears; of which Mr. Billings
was at a loss to understand the meaning. The Count joined them,
looking not a little disconcerted; and the pair were landed at their
own door, where stood Mr. Hayes, in his nightcap, ready to receive
them, and astounded at the splendour of the equipage in which his
wife returned to him.
CHAPTER XI. OF SOME DOMESTIC QUARRELS, AND THE CONSEQUENCE THEREOF.
An ingenious magazine-writer, who lived in the time of Mr. Brock and
the Duke of Marlborough, compared the latter gentleman's conduct in
battle, when he
"In peaceful thought the field of death surveyed,
To fainting squadrons lent the timely aid;
Inspired repulsed battalions to engage,
And taught the doubtful battle where to rage"--
Mr. Joseph Addison, I say, compared the Duke of Marlborough to an
angel, who is sent by Divine command to chastise a guilty people--
"And pleased his Master's orders to perform,
Rides on the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
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