carried off by the small-pox, within a few days of each other; my
father dying first, and thereby hastening the death of my mother, so
that l was now left an unhappy friendless Orphan: (for my father's
coming to settle there, was accidental, he being originally a Kentish-
man.) That cruel distemper which had proved so fatal to them, had
indeed seized me, but with such mild and favourable symptoms, that
I was presently out of danger, and, what I then did not know the
value of, was entirely unmark'd. I skip over here, an account of the
natural grief and affliction, which I felt on this melancholy occasion. A
little time, and the giddiness of that age, dissipated too soon my
reflections on that irreparable loss; but nothing contributed more to
reconcile me to it, than the notions that were immediately put into my
head, of going to London, and looking out for a service, in which I
was promised all assistance and advice, from one Esther Davis, a
young woman that had been down to see her friends, and who, after
the stay of a few days, was to return to her place.
As I had now nobody left alive in the village, who had concern
enough about what should become of me, to start any objections to
this scheme, and the woman who took care of me after my parents
death rather encouraged me to pursue it, I soon came to a resolution
of making this launch into the wide world, by repairing to London, in
order to seek my fortune, a phrase, which, by the bye, has ruined
more adventurers of both sexes, from the country, than ever it made,
or advanced.
Nor did Esther Davis a little comfort and inspirit me to venture with
her, by piquing my childish curiosity with the fine sights that were to
be seen in London; the Tombs, the Lions, the King, the Royal Family,
the fine Plays and Operies, and in short all the diversions which fell
within her sphere of life to come at; the detail of all which perfectly
turn'd the little head of me.
Nor can I remember, without laughing, the innocent admiration, not
without a spice of envy, with which we poor girls, whose church-
going cloaths did not rise above dowlass shifts, and stuff gowns,
beheld Esther's scower'd sattin-gown, caps border'd with an inch of
lace; taudry ribbons, and shoes belaced with silver! all which we
imagined grew in London, and entered for a great deal into my
determination of trying to come in for my share of them.