But all this was empty Pageantry and too expensive Glory. She ran herself in Debt to uphold this Appearance, mortgaged her _Estate_, and bartered her _Stock_, for the vain Applause of flattering Knaves, and scoundrel _Tradesmen_. It was Time to pull in, and keep a Hank in the Hand. She saw her Folly, and doffed her _Gear_. It was better _go plain_ than run in Debt for Finery; and enough she had to do to pay the Debts she had contracted in her _Fit of_ Vanity. _Betty_ all the while was minding Business at home, and her Affairs prospered amain. Her _Tenants_ became industrious, and her _Estate_ improved; yet she never thought herself sufficiently _secure_ till she got under the new _Protection_ her _Deliverer_ had provided. Her Situation is particular. She has a strange Mixture of People on her Estate, who are always at Daggers drawing with one another, and a mighty Hindrance to her Business. They are _Whites_, _Blacks_, and _Black_ and _White_. The _Whites_ only are allowed to be _Land-holders_; but the _last_, by hiding half the Face when they converse with her, pass for _Whites_, and make good their _Titles_. The first are dreadfully maligned by the _Blacks_, who are unhappily the more numerous, _lay old Claims_ to her _Lands_, and are ever watching for an Opportunity to make a _Riot_, and take forcible Possession. 'Till now they were too much favoured by her _Sister_, which checked the Industry of her Farmers. But when they found they had nothing to fear, either at home or abroad, they began in earnest to improve _their Concerns_, as they were sure they were working for themselves, and in no Danger of being dispossessed, by Virtue of _chimerical_ Claims, and _Antediluvian Proprietors_.