into the north, and could not assist them. On Mrs. Mortimer's arrival in Town she had a consultation of several professional gentlemen, and they decided that if she had six or seven hundred pounds to engage in a law-suit, they should advise her immediately to commence an action against Sir Timothy Flight: his letters would prove that some agreement had been made respecting her going to Brighton; and he also had engaged to educate her son; had desired that he might be placed at the Reverend Dr. Johns' school, in Kensington; had sanctioned his being there, by himself fetching the boy home and returning him to his school: it also was evident that Mrs. Mortimer had unlimited credit to draw on the Baronet's bankers, should she find herself in any pecuniary difficulties, since the year 1806; and many in her situation would have availed themselves of such an order: consequently a British court would see that she was

persecuted by the recommendation of Mr. Abraham Modish, as he saw that she would not connive at defrauding Sir. Timothy Flight: the former considering that she was a dangerous person to have near the Baronet, and measures of course were taken for her removal.

Mrs. Mortimer knew that Sir Timothy Flight had sent the affidavit to Mr. Abraham Modish, and she was convinced she had nothing to expect from his humanity, but every thing to fear from his vengeance: therefore she took a single room in a court near St. Martin's church, till she could determine what method she had best pursue.

Her eldest son was with her; he had been nearly six months from Dr. Johns, as the bills owing for his schooling amounted to one hundred and thirty pounds, and forty pounds were also due før Edmund. Mrs. Mortimer had therefore only this alternative, she must either raise a subscription, or see her children

starve; and her two girls must come home, as she could not afford to pay for their remaining at school. The youngest

son had been some time with an officer of the Royal Marine Artillery; but it was impossible that he could remain much longer with that gentleman.

She was advised to write to Mr. Abraham Modish again, to offer to refer every thing to arbitration; and a lady of great respectability undertook to deliver the letter, and speak to him on the subject.

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When Mrs. Rochets gave the letter and mentioned from whom it came, Mr. Abraham Modish flew into a violent rage; he threw the letter then trampled on it, saying, who, and what are you?” replied, "I am, Sir, a female," thinking that such a reply would bring his recollection to him, and that he would feel. the impropriety of behaving in such a manner before a lady: upon which he

pulled a bell with great vehemence, when his factotum and clerk, Mr. Zacharia Smouch, made his appearance. "Take notice," said old Modish, "that this woman has come here to insult me: fetch a constable immediately."

Mrs. Rochets was so terrified that she took her leave, when he desired his clerk to follow her wherever she went.

As she came out of the Temple, she made a sign for the person who had accompanied her, on no account either to join or take any notice of her, for she was resolved to lead Mr. Zacharia Smouch a pretty dance, and still he should not know where she resided. Accordingly she set off about two o'clock in the day, and walked till past six from one street into another in hopes of seeing some place where she should give the clerk the slip turning a street, the corner of London-wall, she saw a very respectable looking man standing at a cheesemonger's shop: she said softly to this man, "For God

sake protect me!" He saw that she was followed by an ill-looking fellow, and replied, "Pass on to the parlour:" this she did, and she saw Mr. Zacharia Smouch peeping from a watch-box, to see her make her appearance. Upon explaining her situation to the persons who had given her protection, the woman of the house advised her disguising herself. She was dressed in deep widow's mourning, which she exchanged for a colouredpellisse and bonnet, with a long shawl, and she had the pleasure of passing Mr. Smouch; no wonder he did not recollect her, for when she returned home, none of her family recognized her till she spoke. Mrs. Rochets informed Mrs. Mortimer that Mr. Abraham Modish had sworn in the most dreadful manner, that he would make an example of her, and that he would commence a criminal prosecution against her; she said she never before beheld such a horrible looking wretch; he appeared