Pa. Nay, my Father was a greater Fool, to trust a young Fop with such a Sum of Money.
Gl. And what did you do next?
Pa. Why nothing at all, but I began to think of hanging myself.
Gl. Was your Father so implacable then? For such a Loss might be made up again; and an Allowance is always to be made to one that makes the first Essay, and much more it ought to be to one that tries all Things.
Pa. Tho' what you say may be true, I lost my Wife in the mean Time. For as soon as the Maid's Parents came to understand what they must expect, they would have no more to do with me, and I was over Head and Ears in Love.
Gl. I pity thee. But what did you propose to yourself after that?
Pa. To do as it is usual in desperate Cases. My Father had cast me off, my Fortune was consum'd, my Wife was lost, I was every where call'd a Sot, a Spendthrift, a Rake and what not? Then I began to deliberate seriously with myself, whether I should hang myself or no, or whether I should throw myself into a Monastery.
Eu. You were cruelly put to it! I know which you would chuse, the easier Way of Dying.
Pa. Nay, sick was I of Life itself; I pitched upon that which seem'd to me the most painful.
Gl. And yet many People cast themselves into Monasteries, that they may live more comfortably there.