‘Thursday,’ says she, ’no, Child, if it please God, you shall not
  begin upon Childermas-day; tell your Writing-Master that Friday will
  be soon enough’.

I was reflecting with my self on the Odness of her Fancy, and wondering that any body would establish it as a Rule to lose a Day in every Week.  In the midst of these my Musings she desired me to reach her a little Salt upon the Point of my Knife, which I did in such a Trepidation and hurry of Obedience, that I let it drop by the way; at which she immediately startled, and said it fell towards her.  Upon this I looked very blank; and, observing the Concern of the whole Table, began to consider my self, with some Confusion, as a Person that had brought a Disaster upon the Family.  The Lady however recovering her self, after a little space, said to her Husband with a Sigh,

  ‘My Dear, Misfortunes never come Single’.

My Friend, I found, acted but an under Part at his Table, and being a Man of more Goodnature than Understanding, thinks himself obliged to fall in with all the Passions and Humours of his Yoke-fellow: 

  ‘Do not you remember, Child’, says she, ’that the Pidgeon-House fell
  the very Afternoon that our careless Wench spilt the Salt upon the
  Table?’

  ‘Yes’, says he, ’my Dear, and the next Post brought us an Account of
  the Battel of Almanza’. [1]

The Reader may guess at the figure I made, after having done all this Mischief.  I dispatched my Dinner as soon as I could, with my usual Taciturnity; when, to my utter Confusion, the Lady seeing me [quitting [2]] my Knife and Fork, and laying them across one another upon my Plate, desired me that I would humour her so far as to take them out of that Figure, and place them side by side.  What the Absurdity was which I had committed I did not know, but I suppose there was some traditionary Superstition in it; and therefore, in obedience to the Lady of the House, I disposed of my Knife and Fork in two parallel Lines, which is the figure I shall always lay them in for the future, though I do not know any Reason for it.

It is not difficult for a Man to see that a Person has conceived an Aversion to him.  For my own part, I quickly found, by the Lady’s Looks, that she regarded me as a very odd kind of Fellow, with an unfortunate Aspect:  For which Reason I took my leave immediately after Dinner, and withdrew to my own Lodgings.  Upon my Return home, I fell into a profound Contemplation on the Evils that attend these superstitious Follies of Mankind; how they subject us to imaginary Afflictions, and additional Sorrows, that do not properly come within our Lot.  As if the natural Calamities of Life were not sufficient for it, we turn the most indifferent Circumstances into Misfortunes, and suffer as much from trifling Accidents, as from real Evils.  I have known the shooting of a Star spoil a Night’s Rest; and have seen a Man in Love grow pale and lose his Appetite, upon the plucking of a Merry-thought.  A Screech-Owl at Midnight has alarmed a Family, more than a Band of Robbers; nay, the Voice of a Cricket hath struck more Terrour, than the Roaring of a Lion.  There is nothing so inconsiderable [which [3]] may not appear dreadful to an Imagination that is filled with Omens and Prognosticks.  A Rusty Nail, or a Crooked Pin, shoot up into Prodigies.