He
seemed, at this juncture, greater than himself; his counten-
ance, before so void of meaning, or expression, now grew big
with the importance of the act he was upon. In short, it was
not now that he was to be play'd the fool with. But, what is
pleasant enough, I myself was aw'd into a sort of respect for
him, by the comely terrors his motions dressed him in: his
eyes shooting sparks of fire; his face glowing with ardours
that gave another life to it; his teeth churning; his whole
frame agitated with a raging ungovernable impetuosity: all
sensibly betraying the formidable fierceness with which the
genial instinct acted upon him. Butting then and goring all
before him, and mad and wild like an over-driven steer, he
ploughs up the tender furrow, all insensible to Louisa's com-
plaints; nothing can stop, nothing can keep out a fury like
his: with which, having once got its head in, its blind rage
soon made way for the rest, piercing, rending, and breaking
open all obstructions. The torn, split, wounded girl cries,
struggles, invokes me to her rescue, and endeavours to get
from under the young savage, or shake him off, but alas! in
vain: her breath might as soon have still'd or stemm'd a storm
in winter, as all her strength have quell'd his rough assault,
or put him out of his course. And indeed, all her efforts and
struggles were manag'd with such disorder, that they serv'd
rather to entangle, and fold her the faster in the twine of
his boisterous arms; so that she was tied to the stake, and
oblig'd to fight the match out, if she died for it.
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