|  | Gentleman's Magazine 1800 p.24 women well and plainly dressed in neat check-aprons, a  
useful and becoming part of rural dress; nevertheless we had 
a fine glare of ribbons.
 About two, the party went, as they had come, all together. A 
homely bed served me as well as a bed of down could have  
done; for the hurry both of body and mind, in so interesting 
a day, chased away sleep; yet I had a sufficiency to be  
refreshed. In the morning, our heroine was in her working  
dress; and she exhibited just enough of hair, to convince me 
that she had taken my hint properly.
 The weather was louring; and I did not wish, in case of a  
downfall, to be entombed in Buttermere; therefore, taking  
the opportunity of being alone, I told her I knew the author 
of a Fortnight's Ramble, and as such had something to say to 
her; she curtsied respectfully; and taking her by the hand I 
began:
 
  
"Mary, I wrote it, and rejoice in having had such an  
opportunity of minutely observing the propriety of your  
behavious. You may remember, I advised you in that Book  
never to leave your native valley. Your age and situation  
require the utmost care. Strangers will come, and have come, 
purposely to see you; and some of them with very bad  
intentions. We hope you will never suffer from them; but  
never cease to be upon your guard. You really are not so  
handsome as you promised to be; and I have long wished, by  
conversation like this, to do away with what mischief the  
flattering character I gave of you may expose you to. Be  
merry and wise." 
She told me, she sincerely thanked me, and said, "I hope,  
Sir, I ever have, and trust I always shall take care of  
myself." I then gave her a a hearty salute; bade her farewell! 
and, teeming with good wishes towards my felow mortals,  
toiled out of the Valley of Buttermere.
 A RAMBLER.
 
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