Nat. _Lee's fiery Kisses_, _melting Raptures_, and the most luxuriant Flowers of amorous Rhetoric cannot more fully express the Onset of a declining stifled Passion kindled anew; the warm Struggle, the sudden Grasp, and the languishing Eye can hardly be painted in stronger Terms: And tho' I think it beautiful Colouring, yet I should be sorry my Son or Daughter should be delighted with it. What follows this, is what any one might expect, the Squire, fired with this View of his _Pamela_, grows more eager to accomplish his Designs; but least the Reader should mistake the Purport of the Author, he takes Care to inform them of it by the Mouth of Mrs. _Jervis_: p. 73, 74. "Upon my Word, says she, _Pamela_, I don't wonder he loves you; for, without Flattery, you are a charming Girl! and I never saw you look more lovely in my Life, than in that same new Dress of yours. And then it was such a Surprize upon us all!----I believe truly, you owe some of your Danger to the lovely _Appearance_ you made." Squire _B._ supposed to be quite impatient, as I observed before, had now resolved to have a last Trial; and for that Purpose concealed himself in the Room where _Pamela_ lay; _p._ 71. "I went to Mrs. _Jervis_'s Chamber; and, O my dear Father and Mother, my wicked Master had hid himself, base Gentleman as he is! In her Closet, where she has a few Books, and Chest of Drawers, and such-like. I little suspected it; tho' I used, till this sad Night, always to look into that Closet, another in the Room, and under the Bed, ever since the Summer House Trick, but never found any Thing; and so I did not do it then, being fully resolved to be angry with Mrs. _Jervis_ for what had happened in the Day, and so thought of nothing else. I sat myself down on one Side of the Bed, and she on the other, and we began to undress ourselves." A very fine Instruction this Passage must give us truly! Here he again is to feast his Eyes with her naked Charms, and wait but a little longer before he rushes out to seize them as his own: _p._ 74. "Hush! said I, Mrs. _Jervis_, did you not hear something stir in the Closet? No, silly Girl! said she; your Fears are always awake.----But indeed, said I, I think I heard something rustle.----May-be, says she, the Cat may be got there: But I hear nothing. I was hush, but she said, Pr'ythee, my good Girl, make haste to-bed. See if the Door be fast. So I did, and was thinking to look in the Closet; but hearing no more Noise, thought it needless, and so went again and sat myself down on the Bed-side, and went on undressing myself. And Mrs. _Jervis_, being by this Time undress'd, stepp'd into Bed, and bid me hasten, for she was sleepy. I don't know what was the Matter; but my Heart sadly misgave me; but Mr. _Jonathan_'s Note was enough to make it do so, with what Mrs. _Jervis_ had said. _I pulled off my Stays and my Stockens; and all my Cloaths to an Under Petticoat_; and then hearing a rustling in the Closet; I said,