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hair, hung down below her middle; her face was likewise marked withthe blood of her husband: her teeth gnashed with rage; and fire, suchas sparkles from a smith's forge, darted from her eyes. So that,altogether, this Amazonian heroine might have been an object of terrorto a much bolder man than Mr Partridge.He had, at length, the good fortune, by getting possession of herarms, to render those weapons which she wore at the ends of herfingers useless; which she no sooner perceived, than the softness ofher sex prevailed over her rage, and she presently dissolved in tears,which soon after concluded in a fit.That small share of sense which Mr Partridge had hitherto preservedthrough this scene of fury, of the cause of which he was hithertoignorant, now utterly abandoned him. He ran instantly into the street,hallowing out that his wife was in the agonies of death, andbeseeching the neighbours to fly with the utmost haste to herassistance. Several good women obeyed his summons, who entering hishouse, and applying the usual remedies on such occasions, MrsPartridge was at length, to the great joy of her husband, brought toherself.As soon as she had a little recollected her spirits, and somewhatcomposed herself with a cordial, she began to inform the company ofthe manifold injuries she had received from her husband; who, shesaid, was not contented to injure her in her bed; but, upon herupbraiding him with it, had treated her in the cruelest mannerimaginable; had tore her cap and hair from her head, and her staysfrom her body, giving her, at the same time, several blows, the marksof which she should carry to the grave.The poor man, who bore on his face many more visible marks of theindignation of his wife, stood in silent astonishment at thisaccusation; which the reader will, I believe, bear witness for him,had greatly exceeded the truth; for indeed he had not struck her once;and this silence being interpreted to be a confession of the charge bythe whole court, they all began at once, _una voce_, to rebuke andrevile him, repeating often, that none but a coward ever struck awoman.Mr Partridge bore all this patiently; but when his wife appealed tothe blood on her face, as an evidence of his barbarity, he could nothelp laying claim to his own blood, for so it really was; as hethought it very unnatural, that this should rise up (as we are taughtthat of a murdered person often doth) in vengeance against him.To this the women made no other answer, than that it was a pity it hadnot come from his heart, instead of his face; all declaring, that, iftheir husbands should lift their hands against them, they would havetheir hearts' bloods out of their bodies.After much admonition for what was past, and much good advice to MrPartridge for his future behaviour, the company at length departed,and left the husband and wife to a personal conference together, inwhich Mr Partridge soon learned the cause of all his sufferings.Chapter v.