 it for Mrs. Waters, that she was not of the weakest Order of
Females; for no sooner did she perceive by his tying a Knot in his Garter, and
by his Declarations, what his Hellish Intentions were, than she stood stoutly to
her Defence, and so strongly struggled with her Enemy, screaming all the while
for Assistance, that she delayed the Execution of the Villain's Purpose several
Minutes, by which Means Mr. Jones came to her Relief, at that very Instant when
her Strength failed, and she was totally overpowered, and delivered her from the
Ruffian's Hands, with no other Loss than that of her Cloaths, which were torn
from her Back, and of the Diamond Ring, which during the Contention either
dropped from her Finger, or was wrenched from it by Northerton.
    Thus, Reader, we have given thee the Fruits of a very painful Enquiry, which
for thy Satisfaction we have made into this Matter. And here we have opened to
thee a Scene of Folly, as well as Villainy, which we could scarce have believed
a human Creature capable of being guilty of; had we not remembered that this
Fellow was at that Time firmly persuaded, that he had already committed a
Murther, and had forfeited his Life to the Law. As he concluded therefore that
his only Safety lay in Flight, he thought the possessing himself of this poor
Woman's Money and Ring, would make him Amends for the additional Burthen he was
to lay on his Conscience.
    And here, Reader, we must strictly caution thee, that thou dost not take any
Occasion from the Misbehaviour of such a Wretch as this, to reflect on so worthy
and honourable a Body of Men, as are the Officers of our Army in general. Thou
wilt be pleased to consider, that this Fellow, as we have already informed thee,
had neither the Birth nor Education of a Gentleman, nor was a proper Person to
be enrolled among the Number of such. If therefore his Baseness can justly
reflect on any besides himself, it must be only on those who gave him his
Commission.
 

                                     Book X

             In which the History goes forward about Twelve Hours.

                                   Chapter I

    Containing Instructions very necessary to be perused by modern Critics.
 
Reader, it is impossible we should know what Sort of Person thou wilt be: For,
perhaps, thou may'st be as learned in Human Nature as Shakespear himself was,
and, perhaps, thou may'st be no wiser than some of his Editors. Now lest this
latter should be the Case, we think proper, before we go any
