An Apology For The Life Of Mrs. Shamela Andrews Part 1

An Apology for the Life of Mrs. Shamela Andrews.

by Conny Keyber.

In which, the many notorious FALSHOODS and MISREPRSENTATIONS of a Book called

_PAMELA_,

Are exposed and refuted; and all the matchless ARTS of that young Politician, set in a true and just Light.

Together with

A full Account of all that pa.s.sed between her and Parson _Arthur Williams_; whose Character is represented in a manner something different from that which he bears in _PAMELA_. The whole being exact Copies of authentick Papers delivered to the Editor.

Necessary to be had in all FAMILIES.

By Mr. _CONNY KEYBER_.

_LONDON_:

Printed for A. Dodd, at the _Peac.o.c.k_, without _Temple-bar_.

M. DCC. XLI.

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To Miss _f.a.n.n.y_, _&c._

MADAM,

It will be naturally expected, that when I write the Life of _Shamela_, I should dedicate it to some young Lady, whose Wit and Beauty might be the proper Subject of a Comparison with the Heroine of my Piece. This, those, who see I have done it in prefixing your Name to my Work, will much more confirmedly expect me to do; and, indeed, your Character would enable me to run some Length into a Parallel, tho' you, nor any one else, are at all like the matchless _Shamela_.

You see, Madam, I have some Value for your Good-nature, when in a Dedication, which is properly a Panegyrick, I speak against, not for you; but I remember it is a Life which I am presenting you, and why should I expose my Veracity to any Hazard in the Front of the Work, considering what I have done in the Body. Indeed, I wish it was possible to write a Dedication, and get any thing by it, without one Word of Flattery; but since it is not, come on, and I hope to shew my Delicacy at least in the Compliments I intend to pay you.

_First_, then, Madam, I must tell the World, that you have tickled up and brightned many Strokes in this Work by your Pencil.

_Secondly_, You have intimately conversed with me, one of the greatest Wits and Scholars of my Age.

_Thirdly_, You keep very good Hours, and frequently spend an useful Day before others begin to enjoy it. This I will take my Oath on; for I am admitted to your Presence in a Morning before other People's Servants are up; when I have constantly found you reading in good Books; and if ever I have drawn you upon me, I have always felt you very heavy.

_Fourthly_, You have a Virtue which enables you to rise early and study hard, and that is, forbearing to over-eat yourself, and this in spite of all the luscious Temptations of Puddings and Custards, exciting the Brute (as Dr. _Woodward_ calls it) to rebel. This is a Virtue which I can greatly admire, though I much question whether I could imitate it.

_Fifthly_, A Circ.u.mstance greatly to your Honour, that by means of your extraordinary Merit and Beauty; you was carried into the Ball-Room at the _Bath_, by the discerning Mr. _Nash_; before the Age that other young Ladies generally arrived at that Honour, and while your Mamma herself existed in her perfect Bloom. Here you was observed in Dancing to balance your Body exactly, and to weigh every Motion with the exact and equal Measure of Time and Tune; and though you sometimes made a false Step, by leaning too much to one Side; yet every body said you would one time or other, dance perfectly well, and uprightly.

_Sixthly_, I cannot forbear mentioning those pretty little Sonnets, and sprightly Compositions, which though they came from you with so much Ease, might be mentioned to the Praise of a great or grave Character.

And now, Madam, I have done with you; it only remains to pay my Acknowledgments to an Author, whose Stile I have exactly followed in this Life, it being the properest for Biography. The Reader, I believe, easily guesses, I mean _Euclid's Elements_; it was _Euclid_ who taught me to write. It is you, Madam, who pay me for Writing.

Therefore I am to both,

_A most Obedient, and_

_obliged humble Servant_,

Conny Keyber.

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LETTERS TO THE EDITOR.

The EDITOR to _Himself_.

_Dear SIR_,

However you came by the excellent _Shamela_, out with it, without Fear or Favour, Dedication and all; believe me, it will go through many Editions, be translated into all Languages, read in all Nations and Ages, and to say a bold Word, it will do more good than the _C----y_ have done harm in the World,

_I am, Sir,_

_Sincerely your Well-wisher_,

Yourself.

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JOHN PUFF, _Esq; to the_ EDITOR.

_SIR_,

I have read your _Shamela_ through and through, and a most inimitable Performance it is. Who is he, what is he that could write so excellent a Book? he must be doubtless most agreeable to the Age, and to _his Honour_ himself; for he is able to draw every thing to Perfection but Virtue. Whoever the Author be, he hath one of the worst and most fas.h.i.+onable Hearts in the World, and I would recommend to him, in his next Performance, to undertake the Life of _his Honour_. For he who drew the Character of Parson _Williams_, is equal to the Task; nay he seems to have little more to do than to pull off the Parson's Gown, and _that_ which makes him so agreeable to _Shamela_, and the Cap will fit.

_I am, Sir,_

_Your humble Servant_,

JOHN PUFF.

_Note_, Reader, several other COMMENDATORY LETTERS and COPIES OF VERSES will be prepared against the NEXT EDITION.

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