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Chapter 1
The Fortunes and Misfortunes of the Famous Moll Flanders,
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MY
TRUE NAME is so well known in the records or registers
at Newgate, and in the Old Bailey, and there are some things of such consequence
still depending there, relating to my particular conduct, that it is not
be expected I should set my name or the account of my family to this work;
perhaps, after my death, it may be better known; at present it would not
be proper, no not though a general pardon should be issued, even without
exceptions and reserve of persons or crimes.
It is enough to tell you, that
as some of my worst comrades, who are out of the way of doing me harm (having
gone out of the world by the steps and the string, as I often expected
to go ), knew me by the name of Moll Flanders, so you may give me
leave to speak of myself under that name till I dare own who I have been,
as well as who I am.
I have been told that in one
of neighbour nations, whether it be in France or where else I know
not, they have an order from the king, that when any criminal is condemned,
either to die, or to the galleys, or to be transported, if they leave any
children, as such are generally unprovided for, by the poverty or forfeiture
of their parents, so they are immediately taken into the care of the Government,
and put into a hospital called the House of Orphans, where they
are bred up, clothed, fed, taught, and when fit to go out, are placed out
to trades or to services, so as to be well able to provide for themselves
by an honest, industrious behaviour.
Had this been the custom in
our country, I had not been left a poor desolate girl without friends,
without clothes, without help or helper in the world, as was my fate; and
by which I was not only exposed to very great distresses, even before I
was capable either of understanding my case or how to amend it, but brought
into a course of life which was not only scandalous in itself, but which
in its ordinary course tended to the swift destruction both of soul and
body.
But the case was otherwise here.
My mother was convicted of felony for a certain petty theft scarce worth
naming, viz. having an opportunity of borrowing three pieces of
fine holland of a certain draper in Cheapside. The circumstances
are too long to repeat, and I have heard them related so many ways, that
I can scarce be certain which is the right account.
However it was, this they all
agree in, that my mother pleaded her belly, and being found quick with
child, she was respited for about seven months; in which time having brought
me into the world, and being about again, she was called down, as they
term it, to her former judgment, but obtained the favour of being transported
to the plantations, and left me about half a year old; and in bad hands,
you may be sure.
This is too near the first hours
of my life for me to relate anything of myself but by hearsay; it is enough
to mention, that as I was born in such an unhappy place, I had no parish
to have recourse to for my nourishment in my infancy; nor can I give the
least account how I was kept alive, other than that, as I have been told,
some relation of my mother’s took me away for a while as a nurse, but at
whose expense, or by whose direction, I know nothing at all of it.
The first account that I can
recollect, or could ever learn of myself, was that I had wandered among
a crew of those people they call gypsies, or Egyptians; but
I believe it was but a very little while that I had been among them, for
I had not had my skin discoloured or blackened, as they do very young to
all the children they carry about with them; nor can I tell how I came
among them, or how I got from them.
It was at Colchester,
in Essex, that those people left me; and I have a notion in my head
that I left them there (that is, that I hid myself and would not go any
farther with them), but I am not able to be particular in that account;
only this I remember, that being taken up by some of the parish officers
of Colchester, I gave an account that I came into the town with
the gypsies, but that I would not go any farther with them, and
that so they had left me, but whither they were gone that I knew not, nor
could they expect it of me; for though they send round the country to inquire
after them, it seems they could not be found.
I was now in a way to be provided
for; for though I was not a parish charge upon this or that part of the
town by law, yet as my case came to be known, and that I was too young
to do any work, being not above three years old, compassion moved the magistrates
of the town to order some care to be taken of me, and I became one of their
own as much as if I had been born in the place.
In the provision they made for
me, it was my good hap to be put to nurse, as they call it, to a woman
who was indeed poor but had been in better circumstances, and who got a
little livelihood by taking such as I was supposed to be, and keeping them
with all necessaries, till they were at a certain age, in which it might
be supposed they might go to service or get their own bread.
This woman had also had a little
school, which she kept to teach children to read and to work; and having,
as I have said, lived before that in good fashion, she bred up the children
she took with a great deal of art, as well as with a great deal of care.
But that which was worth all
the rest, she bred them up very religiously, being herself a very sober,
pious woman, very house- wifely and clean, and very mannerly, and with
good behaviour. So that in a word, expecting a plain diet, coarse lodging,
and mean clothes, we were brought up as mannerly and as genteelly as if
we had been at the dancing-school.
I was continued here till I
was eight years old, when I was terrified with news that the magistrates
(as I think they called them) had ordered that I should go to service.
I was able to do but very little service wherever I was to go, except it
was to run of errands and be a drudge to some Cook-Maid, and this they
told me of often, which put me into a great fright; for I had a thorough
aversion to going to service, as they called it (that is, to be a servant),
though I was so young; and I told my nurse, as we called her, that I believed
I could get my living without going to service, if she pleased to let me;
for she had taught me to work with my needle, and spin worsted, which is
the chief trade of that city, and I told her that if she would keep me,
I would work for her, and I would work very hard.
I talked to her almost every
day of working hard; and, in short, I did nothing but work and cry all
day, which grieved the good, kind woman so much, that at last she began
to be concerned for me, for she loved me very well.
One day after this, as she came
into the room where all we poor children were at work, she sat down just
over against me, not in her usual place as mistress, but as if she set
herself on purpose to observe me and see me work. I was doing something
she had set me to; as I remember, it was marking some shirts which she
had taken to make, and after a while she began to talk to me. ‘Thou foolish
child,’ says she, ‘thou art always crying (for I was crying then); ‘prithee,
what dost cry for?’ ‘Because they will take me away,’ says I, ‘and
put me to service, and I can’t work housework.’ ‘Well, child,’ says she,
‘but though you can’t work housework, as you call it, you will learn it
in time, and they won’t put you to hard things at first.’ ‘Yes, they will,’
says I, ‘and if I can’t do it they will beat me, and the maids will beat
me to make me do great work, and I am but a little girl and I can’t do
it’; and then I cried again, till I could not speak any more to her.
This moved my good motherly
nurse, so that she from that time resolved I should not go to service yet;
so she bid me not cry, and she would speak to Mr. Mayor, and I should
not go to service till I was bigger.
Well, this did not satisfy me,
for to think of going to service was such a frightful thing to me, that
if she had assured me I should not have gone till I was twenty years old,
it would have been the same to me; I should have cried, I believe, all
the time, with the very apprehension of its being to be so at last.
When she saw that I was not
pacified yet, she began to be angry with me. ‘And what would you have?’
says
she; ‘don’t I tell you that you shall not go to service till your are
bigger?’ ‘Ay,’ said I, ‘but then I must go at last.’ ‘Why, what?’ said
she; ‘is the girl mad? What would you be—a gentlewoman?’ ‘Yes,’ says
I, and cried heartily till I roared out again.
This set the old gentlewoman
a-laughing at me, as you may be sure it would. ‘Well, madam, forsooth,’
says she, gibing at me, ‘you would be a gentlewoman; and pray how
will you come to be a gentlewoman? What! will you do it by your fingers’
end?’
‘Yes,’ says I again, very innocently.
‘Why, what can you earn?’ says she; ‘what can
you get at your work?’
‘Three-Pence,’ said I, ‘when I spin, and four
pence when I work plain work.’
‘Alas! poor gentlewoman,’ said she again, laughing,
‘what will that do for thee?’
‘It will keep me,’ says I, ‘if you will let me
live with you.’ And this I said in such a poor petitioning tone,
that it made the poor woman’s heart yearn to me, as she told me afterwards.
‘But,’ says she, ‘that will not keep you and
buy you clothes too; and who must buy the little gentlewoman clothes?’
says
she, and smiled all the while at me.
‘I will work harder, then,’ says I, ‘and you
shall have it all.’
‘Poor child! it won’t keep you,’ says she; ‘it
will hardly keep you in victuals.’
‘Then I will have no victuals,’ says I, again
very innocently; ‘let me but live with you.’
‘Why, can you live without victuals?’ says she.
‘Yes,’ again says I, very much like a child, you may be sure, and
still I cried heartily.
I had no policy in all this;
you may easily see it was all nature; but it was joined with so much innocence
and so much passion that, in short, it set the good motherly creature a-weeping
too, and she cried at last as fast as I did, and then took me and led me
out of the teaching-room. ‘Come,’ says she, ‘you shan’t go to service;
you shall live with me’; and this pacified me for the present.
Some time after this, she going
to wait on the Mayor, and talking of such things as belonged to
her business, at last my story came up, and my good nurse told Mr. Mayor
the whole tale. He was so pleased with it, that he would call his lady
and his two daughters to hear it, and it made mirth enough among them,
you may be sure.
However, not a week had passed
over, but on a sudden comes Mrs. Mayoress and her two daughters
to the house to see my old nurse, and to see her school and the children.
When they had looked about them a little, ‘Well, Mrs.—,’ says the Mayoress
to my nurse, ‘and pray which is the little lass that intends to be a gentlewoman?’
I heard her, and I was terribly frighted at first, though I did not know
why neither; but Mrs. Mayoress comes up to me. ‘Well, miss,’ says
she, ‘and what are you at work upon?’ The word miss was a language that
had hardly been heard of in our school, and I wondered what sad name it
was she called me.
