ABSTRACT
Mr. Bradford had dined and was wrapped in the arms of Morpheus;20 and Mrs. Bradford was twisting her thumbs before the fire, when the sisters entered the inn. They stole unto another apartment, ate a short dinner, and were talking of their morning adventure, when they heard a shriek in the room where they had left their father. The good man had fallen into a fit of apoplexy,21 and his wife concluding that he was dead, vociferated loudly for assistance. Julia, on seeing the situation of her father, sunk upon the carpet: while Martha, more judicious in her feelings, loosened his neck-cloth, opened his waistcoat, rubbed his tem-ples, and bathed his face with volatile spirit.
