GIFT OF Professor L. M. Price sty* 4 v& GIFT OF :•-.'■''■■' : ■'-'■'■ THE EPISTLE Y A R I C O T O GLASGOW, TRIKTED FOR JOHN ROSS BOOOKSELLEr' ; N~ T!IF. PARLIAMENT C LO S S, EDI NB UR G H. M. DCC. L. Price Sixpence. ■6^- v a: THE ST O R Y INKLEandYARICQ 'R. Thomas Inkle, of London, aged twenty years, embarked in the Downs on the good (hip called the Achilles, bound for the Weft-Indies, on the 1 6th of June, 1 647, in order to improve his for- tune by trade and merchandife. Our adventurer was the third fon of an eminent citizen, who had taken parr ticular care to inftill into his mind an early love of gain, by making him a perfect matter of numbers, and confequently giving him a quick view of lofs and ad- vantage, and preventing the natural impulfes of his pa£ fions, by prepoffeffion towards his interefts. With a jnind thfls turned, young Inkle had a perfon every THE STORY OF INKLE way agreeable, a ruddy vigour in his countenance, flrength in his limbs, with ringlets of fair hair loofdy flowing on his fhoulders. It happened, in the courfe of the voyage, that the Achilles, in fome diftrefs, put in- to a creek on the main of America, in fearch of provi- sions: the youth, who is the hero of my ftory, among others went afhore on this occafion. from their firft landing they were obferved by a party of Indians,who hid themfelves in the woods for that purpofe. The Englifli unadvifedly marched a great diftance from the fhore into the country, and, were intercepted by the natives, who flew the greateft number of them. Our adventurer efcaped ^mong others, by flying into a for- reft. Upon his coming into a remote and pathlefs part of the wood, he threw himfelf, tired, and breathlefs on a little hillock, when an Indian maid rufhed from a thicket behind him: after the firft furprife, they appear- ed mutually agreeable to each other. If the European A-ND YARICO. was highly charm'd with the limbs, features, and wild graces of the naked American; the American was no lefs taken with the drefs, complexion, and fhape of an European, covered from head to foot. The Indian grew immediately enamoured of him, and confequent- ly follicitous for his prefervation: lhe therefore con- eyed him to a cave, where lhe gave him a delicious repaft of fruits, and lead him to a ftream to flack his thirfl. Innhe midft of thefe good offices, fhe would fometimes play with his hair, and delight in theoppo- fition of its colour to that of her fingers: then open his bofom,then laugh at him for covering it. She vvas,it feems, a perfon of diftinction, for fhe every day came to him in a different drefs, of the moft beautifull Ihells, bugles, and bredes. She like wife brought him a great many fpojls, which her other lovers had prefented to her, fo that his cave was richly adorned with all the fpotted fkins of beafts, and moft party coloured feathers 6 thestory of Inkle of fowls, which that world afforded. To make his confinement more tollerable, fhe would carry him in the dufk of the evening, or by the favour of moon- light, to unfrequented groves and folitudes, and fhew him where to lie down in fafety, andfleep amidft the falls of waters,and melody of nightingales. Her part was to watch and hold him awake in her arms, for fear of her countrymen,and awake him on occafions to coa- fulthis fafety. In this manner did the lovetfs pafs away theirtime/till they had learned a languageof theirown, in which the voyager communicated to his miflrefs, how r happy he fhould be to have her in his country, where fhe fhould be cloathed in fuch filks as his wafle- coat was made of, and be carried in houfes drawn by horfes, without being expofed to wind or weather. All this he promifed her the enjoyment of, without fuch fears and alarms as they were there tormented with. In this tender correfpondence thefe lovers lived ANtf YariCd. 7 for feveral months, when Yarico inftru&ed by her lover, difcovered a veflel on the coaft to which (he made fignals; and in the night, with the utmoft joy and fatisfa&ion, accompanied him to a fhip's-crew of his countrymen, bound for Barbadoes. When a veflel from the main arrives in thati(land,itfeems the plan- ters comedown to the fhore, where there is an imme- diate market of the Indians and other flaves, as with us ofhorfesand oxen. To be ihort, Mr. Thomas Inkle, nowcominginto Englifli territories, began ferioufly to reflect upon his lofs of time, and to weigh with himfelf how many days intereft of his money he had loft during his ftay with Yarico. This thought made the young man very penfive, and careful what account he fhould be able to give his friends of his voyage. Upon which confi- derations, the prudent and frugal young man fold Ya- kico to a Barbadian merchant; notwithftanding that vs, evey-ftreaming tears; 4 EPISTLE OF. YARICO This is the portion deftin'd to be thine, Thou heir to all the wrongs that now are mine. O cou'd my pen in artful language tell The fad variety of ills I feel! Wou'd fome kind power affift my words to flow Strong as my love, and piercing as my woe, To paint the anguifh of my akeing heart, My bitter fufferings and fevered fmart; Even you Barbarian! wou'd believe my pain, And pitying, take me to your arms again. Remember, for 'tisfure, you often mud, When the feas drove you on our fatal coaft; How did my cruel friends your life purfue? And none of all who landed fcap'd but you; Pale with your fears, and breathlefs in the chace, With wearied limbs you ran from place to place Diftrefs't, forlorn, you knew not where to go, To Ihun the fury of the defp'rate foe: to Inkle. I ill nice, or rather fome propitious God ft conduced to a lhady wood; 5 J from your hunters eyes, but not; your fears, c bare ground you lay o'erwhelm'd in tears: fpeaking looks, and ftiffled groans confeft A v retch with more than common ills oppreft; as in that fatal fhade, by fortune brought, A i'l'-ker from the fcorching heat I fought; Or rather to indulge a fecret tear, S ! >r your friends, whofe cries had reach'd my ear? I beheld you, trembling as you lay. / re I knew it, look'd my foul away, \ I 1^ w me, and the fight ingreas'd your fear; You rofc, and would have fled, but knew not where: B cturning, at my feet, yourfelf you threw, And did by earned figns for pity fhew; Fond of the charge, folicitous to fave, I rais'd, and brought you to a fecret cave: [6 EPISTLE OF YARICO To chear my love, delicious fruits I got, And water from the chryftal fountain brought, Pleas'd with my care, you held me to your breaft, And by expreflive looks your thanks confeft; Such tender offices, unhop'd, difpell'd Your gloomy fears, and your diftra&ion heal'd ; The languid palenefe from your vifage fled, And native bloom your glowing cheeks o'erfpread, Your eyes o'er all my naked beauties ftray'd, While mine your drefs and fairer face furvey'd. If you my well-proportion'd fhape admir'd, Your flowing locks my heaving bofom fir'd; The tendereft things in words unknown you fpoke, But the foft meaning from your eyes I took ; No other language cou'd we ufe or need, For eyes, beyond all eloquence perfuade. Enflam'd with love, with wanton joy you kift My trembling lips, and panting to be bleft. to Inkle, i You preft, and look'd, and ftrove nor vainly ftrove, For every power was foften'd into love. Unfkill'd in art, unable to deny, Blufhing, I yielded to the filcnt joy. O happy hours of love! when all my care, Was but to pleafe, and to preferve my dear; Sollicitous for nothing elfe, I knew No thought, no wifli for any thing but you. Clafp'd in each others arms, conceal'dwe lay, And in foft plcafures wafted all the day: But when the funs difcerning light withdrew, And the mild evening's cooling breezes blew, With cautious fteps, thro' fecret paths I led, To fome ftill grove, or unfrequented fhade: The murmuring dream's enamell'd bank we preft* The murmuring ftream invited you to reft; But careful of your fafety while you flept, My waking eyes in conftant watch I keptj ; EPISTLE oe YARrco My arm incircled round your neck, was made A guard, and tender pillow for your head. Thus in foft (1 umbers, ffcetch'd at eafe you lay, /Till op'ning morning fummon'd us away; In hafte I cry'd, " Awake, awake my dear, " The chirping birds approaching day declare; 11 S ee how the fainting ftars foretell the morn, ''Awake my dear, and to our cave return. " , Whole months fecure in thofe retreats we part, And each new hour came happier than the laft; Such was our love, fo mutual was our flame, Our hopes, and fears, and wifhes were the fame. The various prefents other lovers gave, I brought to furnifh, or adorn our cave; With fofteft particolour'd fkins I made, Perfum'd with fweetefl: flowers, a fragrant bed. Had you a wifh that ever I deny'd, Or was not with a willing care fypply'd? to Inkle. 15 O what return for fucha wade of love! But flill would I intreat, and not reprove. Yet let me mind you of what once you faid, While oaths confirm'd the promifes you made. " My yarico, my love, my life you cry'd, " My dear preferver, and my choiceft pride! " Thou kindeft, fofteft care of all my woe, " How (hall I pay the gratitude I owe? " Thou power that mad'ft me, hear me while I fwear " Eternal truth, eternal love to her! " If thou vouchfaf 'ft me to behold once more " My dear, my long-loft friends, and native (hore, " If ever I forget her tender care, " Do thou regardlefs hear my dying prayer, " Drive me in bitternefs of want to rove " And fhut me ever from the realms above ! " Is he a God vvhofe curfes you implor'd, I And Shall his hand not grafp tlV avenging fvvord? > EPISTLEOF YARICO Ne'er can you hope infweet content to live, Or know that comfort you refus'd to give. Among the vices men abhorr the moll, Ingratitude is fure of all accurft ; Can the juft Gods with pleafure look upon . Or love the temper fo unlike their own? Kind offices a kind requital claim, He pays but half, who but returns the fame;. He who gives firft, a generous kindnefs fhowsi ' The other only pays a debt he owes: But you felentlefs to my cries and prayers, Smile at my wrongs, and mock my falling tears. Not one return for all the mighty debt, But cruel rage, and perfecuting hate; This, this is all, your nature can beftow, And thus you pay the gratitude you owe. Time, and my griefs, this body (hall decay, This moving frame lhall be but lifelefs clay; to Inkle. 5 Then peaceful, in the filent grave I'll reft, Still this warm blood, and calm this glowing bread: But the remembrance of my woes lhall live, Your treachery whole ages fhall furvive; People unborn, fhall my fad tale relate, And curfe your cruelty, and weep my fate; And if in diftant years, fome haplefs maid, Shall bebyfaithlefs, barbarous man betray'd, Condemn'din (harpeft mifery to rove, Unbleft with hope, ftill curs'd with fatal love; One to whom life and liberty he owes, From whofe fond kindnefs every bleffing flows, Then fhall the juft comparifon be made, So trufted Yarico, and was betray'd. Think on that morn, when on the beach I i And faw the bark at anchor in the flood; Streight to your cave with eager care I ran, Behold my dear, a veflel on the main; 22 EPISTLE OF YaRICO Away my deaf, nor longer let us live,- Unknown to peace fecurity can give! No more you needed, pleafure in your eyes, Flafh'dlike a fhooting blaze in evening Ikies; Your eager arms around my neck you flung, And on my lips in filent tranfport hung; The mighty joy, too great to beexpreft, Glow'd on your cheeks, and ftrugled in your breaft. 1 Adieu you cry'd, ye friendly fhades adieu, c (As in embraces to the fhore we flew.) 1 And thou my cave? thou ever kind retreat, € Scene of our pleafures, and my fafety's feat, •Farewell! ye cruel favages adieu! * Adieu to all, my YARicobut you! * Thou, my preferver,fhallbe ever near, * Reign in my foul, and every blefling (hare ! But why do I purfue the ungrateful tale? Why urge a caufe, that never will prevail? to Inkle, Why tell when nearer to the fhipwedrew, The waving colours you beheld, and knew. 1 See, fee my love, what heaven relenting fends! c Behold my dear, my countrymen, and friends, Then loud you cry'd, and wav'd your hand in air, And ftreight wefaw the haftning boat appear; Withlufty ftroaks we cut the yielding tide, And joyful, climb'd the mighty vefTel's fide. If from a life of long continued fear, From threatning cruelty and anxious care, From death, the greateftofall ills we dread, To be in one propitious moment freed, Be happinefs that cant addition know, Your friends embraces made it foto you. And now the fhip unfurls her willing fails Whofe bending bofoms catch therifing gales; Like diftant clouds appear the leflening fliore, 'Till the faint profpeft can be viewed no more. 24 EPISTLE OF YARICO 1 Adieu my country, and my friends adieu I : A lafting farewell here I take of you ! Thus while I cr/d, as confcious of my fate; Unufual fadnefs on my fpirits fat. My blood ran cold, my bofom heav'd with fighs, And gufhing forro w trickled from my eyes. But'you with well diflembled fondnefs came, (Diflembled 'twas, and yet ye look'd the fame) O! whence, my love this change, that mourning look? You faid, and mingled kifTes as you fpoke: What means my life? 6 tell me why you figh? Why Heals the pearly moifter from thy eye? Tell me, and let me cure the ill you feel, Orlhare theanguifh that I cannot heal! Pleas'd with your words, fufpecling no deceit^ Artlefs I fwallow'd theenfnaring bait: Honeft myfelf, I thought the world fo too, Norfear'd deceit, for no deceit I knew to Inkle. No more I weept, my griefs were lull'd afleep, 'Till 'twas decreed I mnft forever weep. Brifk blew the driving winds, the fleeting lhip, Cuts the thin air and fkims along the deep; When on the deck a fudden fhout we hear'd; Barbadoes welcome coafl at laftappear'd; The bufy failors fkipp'd from place to place, And fmiling joy appear'd in every face, But you fat filent, penfive and alone, And meditated villany to come. Then was the fcene of my undoing laid, Then was the curft determination made. Oh fay what mov'd you to the cruel deed! Did it from hate, or third of gain proceed? Urge nothing — for if love's not in our power, Is there from gratitude requir'd no more? That's the ftrong tie, that fhould forever bind The fureft charm to fix a generous mind. 26 EPISTLE OF YaRICO Yc powers above, who guide the world below, Relieve or teach me how to bear my woe! Give me, 6 give me eloquence to move His ftubborn heart, and bring it back to love? So fliall my life be fpent in grateful praife, And lafting honours to your names I'll raife, And now I flood upon the long'd-for fhore, And fondly hop'd my hours of forrow o'er; You fmifd, and as you kindly preft my hand, Welcome you cry'd, my Yarico to land! Thou kindeft, deareft, tendered, lovelieft maid, Now lhall my promis'd gratitude be pay'd. ■ — O how unmanly is the flattering lie That chears but to enhance our mifery ; For that which aggravates our forrows moft, Is to know happinefs and know it loft. Such ibothing words conceald the vile deceit, And lull'd me unfufpe&ing of my fate. to Inkle. But now no longer need the made be on, The means were over, for the end was won; No more th' endearing look your fallhood wears, But all the monftcr in full light appears: Take her, you cry'd, my right I here refign, Her life and labours are by purchafe thine: You ended and the wretch to whom you fpoke (Pride and ill-nature, fettled in his look,) Approach'd, and lternly feiz'd upon my hand, And rudely hail'd me under his command. Such cruelty, what favagc ever knew, Or hearing, could believe you meant it true: Too true I found it when with barbarous fcoffj And hate unknown before, you (hook me off, Plung d me o erwhelm'd in every human ill ; Not to be fpoke, — and which I only feel. Can you forget or did you ne'er regard The fad diftrefs, that in my foul appear'd: D z EPIS Yarico How chiird with horror, I could fcarce furvive, And mad, and blafted, ftiffen'd yet alive? * How grov'ling at your feet in wild defpair, I beat my bleeding breaft, and tore my hair? Then what did rage, and fear, and love not fay, As madnefs prompted, and my pangs gave way? fave me, and this fatal doom reverfe, Which once endur'd, there is no further curfe. Or tell me why with vengeance you purfue Her who was life and happinefs tQ you? Relentlefs can you ftand to all I fay? Unchang'd,unmov'd? 6 give compaffion way! Or kindly with fome well-difTembled vow Delude me flill — it will be pious now! But oh! I read my anguifh in your look 1 can no longer — for my heart is broke. Yet let my heaving breaft, and dreaming eyes Speak for me, what ipy faultering tongue denys. to Inkle, Recall the former image to your view, Of her that loves, that was belov'd by you ; That now o'erburden'd with a mother's cares, The tender pledge of our endearments bears — I feel the infant ftrugling in my womb, As confcious of it's mifery to come, Your heart to pity, tho' 'tis deaf to love. I cou'd no more Your cruel looks congeal'd My flowing blood and every vital chill'd; No more my bofom heav'd, my dying eyes Were clos'd, and fenfe forfook me with my cries, O had it been for ever gone, indeed From what a world of woes had I been freed ; But fate confpiring to protract my grief, Unfeal'd my eyes, and gave me back to life. I found me, when my fenfes were reftor'd, J n the curft houfe of him I call my lord, J EPISTLE OF YARICO My bitter wrongs, in vain I did deplore, For you the fource of all I faw no more, How fhould I aft in fo fevere diftrefs? Words cou'd not fpeak my anguifh, nor redrefs; But flill to keep a glimmering hope alive (The laft fad comfort wretches can receive) I told my fatal ftory o'er with pain, And fue'd for pity, but I fue'd in vain ; Condemned to feel unutterable woes; And all the wrongs that flav'ry can impofe. Tho deaf to juftice, and love's fofter claim, O yet redeem me in regard to fame! For ftill the living ftory of my woe Shall follow, and exclaim where'er you go; Mankind will fhun you, and the blading tongue, Shall hoot the monfter, as you pafs along: Behold the wretch, whofe bread to nature fteel'd, For kindnefs hated, for compaffion kill'd! > Inkle. Then (as you taught me) if there is to come A day of general, juft and awful doom, If fit gradation be obferv'd in pains, O think and tremble! what for you remains? O what indeed! unlefs you now incline ; To fhun the anguifh by relieving mine ; Soendlefs torments fhallyou change to peace And men inftead of curfing you lhall blefs; The Gods in mercy will the deed regard, And pay you with a penitent's reward. Or if the ftate, you brought me to believe Be but a (lory, fabl'd to deceive, Yet fweet contentment never hope to own, Or tafte of foft repofe tho' ftretch'd on down. In vain for eafe to bufinefs you'll repair, My wrongs (hall find you, and revenge me there. Forgive, thou ftill-lov'd author of my pain! 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