Henry Fielding,
The History of the Adventures of Joseph Andrews and his Friend…
“ O the living! how was I surprized to find, instead of my own girl that Ihad put into the cradle, who was as fine a fat thriving child as youshall see in a summer's day, a poor sickly boy, that did not seem tohave an hour to live. I ran out, pulling my hair off and crying like anymad after the women, but never could hear a word of them from that dayto this. When I came back the poor infant (which is our Joseph there, asstout as he now stands) lifted up its eyes upon me so piteously, that,to be sure, notwithstanding my passion, I could not find in my heart todo it any mischief. ”
