and the end of a warm day naturally throws upon the spirits.  It was at such an hour, and in such a state of tranquillity I sat, when, to my unexpressible amazement, I saw my lord walking towards me, whom I knew not till that moment to have been in the country.  I could observe in his approach the perplexity which attends a man big with design; and I had, while he was coming forward, time to reflect that I was betrayed; the sense of which gave me a resentment suitable to such a baseness:  but when he entered into the bower where I was, my heart flew towards him, and, I confess, a certain joy came into my mind, with a hope that he might then make a declaration of honour and passion.  This threw my eye upon him with such tenderness, as gave him power, with a broken accent, to begin.  “Madam,—­You will wonder—­For it is certain, you must have observed—­though I fear you will misinterpret the motives—­But by Heaven, and all that’s sacred!  If you could—­” Here he made a full stand.  And I recovered power to say, “The consternation I am in you will not, I hope, believe—­A helpless innocent maid—­Besides that, the place—­” He saw me in as great confusion as himself; which attributing to the same causes, he had the audaciousness to throw himself at my feet, and talk of the stillness of the evening; then ran into deifications of my person, pure flames, constant love, eternal raptures, and a thousand other phrases drawn from the images we have of heaven, which ill men use for the service of hell, were run over with uncommon vehemence.  After which, he seized me in his arms:  his design was too evident.  In my utmost distress, I fell upon my knees—­“My lord, pity me, on my knees—­On my knees in the cause of virtue, as you were lately in that of wickedness.  Can you think of destroying the labour of a whole life, the purpose of a long education, for the base service of a sudden appetite, to throw one that loves you, that dotes on you, out of the company and road of all that is virtuous and praiseworthy?  Have I taken in all the instructions of piety, religion, and reason, for no other end, but to be the sacrifice of lust, and abandoned to scorn?  Assume yourself, my lord, and do not attempt to vitiate a temple sacred to innocence, honour, and religion.  If I have injured you, stab this bosom, and let me die, but not be ruined by the hand I love.”  The ardency of my passion made me incapable of uttering more; and I saw my lover astonished and reformed by my behaviour:  when rushed in Sempronia.  “Ha!  Faithless, base man, could you then steal out of town, and lurk like a robber about my house for such brutish purposes?” My lord was by this time recovered, and fell into a violent laughter at the turn which Sempronia designed to give her villany.  He bowed to me with the utmost respect:  “Mrs. Distaff,” said he, “be careful hereafter of your company”; and so retired.  The fiend Sempronia congratulated my deliverance with a flood of tears.  This nobleman has since very frequently made his addresses to me