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misfortunes; what with bad crops, and bad ed, and she accommodated Edwards and him with debts, which are worse, his affairs went to wreck; beds in her house, there being nothing like an and both he and his wife died of broken hearts. inn nearer than the distance of some miles. And a sweet couple they were, sir; there was In the morning, Harley persuaded Edwards not a properer man to look on in the country than to come with the children to his house, which John Edwards, and so indeed were all the Ed- was distant but a short day's journey. The boy wardses.”—“What Edwardses ?” cried the old walked in his grandfather's hand; and the name soldier, hastily." The Edwardses of South- of Edwards procured him a neighbouring farmhill; and a worthy family they were.”—“South- er's horse, on which a servant mounted, with hill!” said he, in a languid voice, and fell back the girl on a pillow before him. into the arms of the astonished Harley. The With this train Harley returned to the abode school-mistress ran for some water, and a smell- of his fathers; and we cannot but think that ing bottle, with the assistance of which they his enjoyment was as great as if he had arrived soon recovered the unfortunate Edwards. He from the tour of Europe, with a Swiss valet for stared wildly for some time; then folding his his companion, and half a dozen snuff-boxes, orphan grandchildren in his arms,

with invisible hinges, in his pocket. But we children, my children !” he cried, “ have í take our ideas from sounds which folly has infound you thus? My poor Jack! art thou gone? vented; Fashion, Bon-ton, and Vertù, are the I thought thou should'st have carried thy fa- names of certain idols, to which we sacrifice the ther's grey hairs to the grave ! and these little genuine pleasures of the soul; in this world of ones”—his tears choked his utterance, and he semblance, we are contented with personating fell again on the necks of his children.

happiness; to feel it, is an art beyond us. “My dear old man !” said Harley, “ Provi- It was otherwise with Harley; he ran up dence has sent you to relieve them ; it will bless stairs to his aunt, with the history of his fellowme if I can be the means of assisting you.”- travellers glowing on his lips. His aunt was an “ Yes, indeed, sir," answered the boy ; “ fa- economist, but she knew the pleasure of doing ther, when he was a-dying, bade God bless us; charitable things, and withal, was fond of her and prayed, that if grandfather lived, he might nephew, and solicitous to oblige him. She resend him to support us.”—“Where did they ceived old Edwards, therefore, with a look of lay my boy?” said Edwards.-" In the Old more complacency than is perhaps natural to Church-yard,” replied the woman,“ hard by his maiden ladies of threescore, and was remarkmother.”_" I will shew it you,” answered the ably attentive to his grand-children. She roastboy, for I have wept over it many a time, ed apples with her own hands for their supper, when first I came among strange folks.” He and made up a little bed beside her own for the took the old man's hand, Harley laid hold of girl. Edwards made some attempts towards his sister's, and they walked in silence to the an acknowledgment for these favours, but his church-yard.

young friend stopped them in their beginnings. There was an old stone with the corner bro- * Whosoever receiveth any of these children”ken off, and some letters, half-covered with said his aunt; for her acquaintance with her moss, to denote the names of the dead. There Bible was habitual. was a cyphered R. E. plainer than the rest.-It Early next morning, Harley stole into the was the tomb they sought. “Here it is, grand- room where Edwards lay; he expected to have father,” said the boy. Edwards gazed upon it found him a-bed, but in this he was mistaken; without uttering a word. The girl, who had the old man had risen, and was leaning over his only sighed before, now wept outright-her sleeping grandson, with the tears flowing down brother sobbed, but he stiflerl his sobbing. “I his cheeks. At first he did not perceive Harhave told sister," said he, “ that she should not ley; when he did, he endeavoured to hide his take it so to heart; she can knit already, and I grief, and crossing his eyes with his hand, exshall soon be able to dig.-We shall not starve, pressed his surprise at seeing him so early astir. sister, indeed we shall not, nor shall grandfa- is I was thinking of you,” said Harley," and ther neither.” The girl cried afresh; Harley your children. I learned last night that a small kissed off her tears as they flowed, and wept farm of mine in the neighbourhood is now vabetween every kiss.

cant; if you will occupy it, I shall gain a good neighbour, and be able, in some measure, to re

pay the notice you took of me when a boy; and CHAP. XXXVI.

as the furniture of the house is mine, it will be

so much trouble saved.” Edwards' tears gushHe returns home.— A description of his Retinue. ed afresh, and Harley led him to see the place

he intended for him. It was with some difficulty that Harley pre- The house upon this farm was indeed little vailed on the old man to leave the spot where better than a hut; its situation, however, was the remains of his son were laid. At last, with pleasant, and Edwards, assisted by the benefithe assistance of the school-mistress, he prevail- cence of Harley, set about improving its neat


ness and convenience. He staked out a piece of consideration. There are certain stations in the green before for a garden, and Peter, who wealth, as well as in rank and honour, to which acted in Harley's family as valet, butler, and the warriors of the East aspire. It is there, ivgardener, had orders to furnish him with par- deed, where the wishes of their friends assign cels of the different seeds he chose to sow in it. them eminence, and to that object the question I have seen his master at work in this little of their country is pointed at their return. When spot, with his coat off, and his dibble in his shall I see a commander return from India in hand : it was a scene of tranquil virtue to have the pride of honourable poverty? You describe stopped an angel on his errands of mercy! the victories they bave gained; they are sullied Harley had contrived to lead a little bubbling by the cause in which they fought: You enubrook' through a green walk in the middle of merate the spoils of those victories; they are cothe ground, upon which he had erected a mill vered with the blood of the vanquished ! in miniature for the diversion of Edwards' in

“ Could tell me of some conqueror giving fant grandson, and made shift in its construc- peace and happiness to the conquered ? Did he tion to introduce a pliant bit of wood, that an- accept the gifts of their princes, to use them for swered with its fairy clack to the murmuring of the comfort of those whose fathers, sons, or husthe rill that turned it. I have seen him stand, bands, fell in battle? Did he use his power to listening to these mingled sounds, with his eye gain security and freedom to the regions of opfixed on the boy, and the smile of conscious pression and slavery? Did he endear the Brisatisfaction on his cheek, while the old man, tish name by examples of generosity, which the with a look half turned to Harley, and half to most barbarous or most depraved are rarely able Heaven, breathed an ejaculation of gratitude and to resist? Did he return with the consciousness piety,

of duty discharged to his country, and humaFather of mercies ! I also would thank thee, nity to his fellow-creatures ? Did he return that not only hast thou assigned eternal rewards with no lace on his coat, no slaves in his retito virtue, but that, even in this bad world, the nue, no chariot at his door, and no Burgundy lines of our duty, and our happiness, are so fre- at his table ? — These were laurels which princes quently woven together.

might envy—which an honest man would not condemn !"

“ Your maxims, Mr Harley, are certainly A FRAGMENT.

right,” said Edwards. “ I am not capable of

arguing with you, but I imagine there are great The Man of Feeling talks of what he does not temptations in a great degree of riches, which it not understand.-An incident.

is no easy matter to resist. Those a poor man

like me cannot describe, because he never knew ****“ EDWARDS," said he, “ I have a pro- them, and perhaps I have reason to bless God per regard for the prosperity of my country; that I never did ; for then, it is likely, I should every native of it appropriates to himself soine have withstood them no better than my neighshare of the power or the fame, which, as a na- bours. For you know, sir, that it is not the fation, it acquires; but I cannot throw off the shion now, as it was in former times, that I have man so much, as to rejoice at our conquests in read of in books, when your great generals died India. You tell me of immense territories sub- so poor, that they did not leave wherewithal to ject to the English : I cannot think of their pos- buy them a coffin, and people thought the betsessions without being led to inquire by what ter of their memories for it. If they did so nowright they possess them. They came there as a-days, I question if any body, except yourself, traders, bartering the commodities they brought and some few like you, would thank them.” for others which their purchasers could spare ; “ I am sorry,” replied Harley, “ that there and however great their profits were, they were is so much truth in what you say; but, howthen equitable. But what title have the sub- ever the general current of opinion may point, jects of another kingdom to establish an empire the feelings are not yet lost that applaud benein India? to give laws to a country where the volence, and censure inhumanity. Let us en. inhabitants received them on the terms of friend- deavour to strengthen them in ourselves, and ly commerce? You say they are happier under we, who live sequestered from the noise of the our regulations than under the tyranny of their multitude, have better opportunities of listenown petty princes. I must doubt it, from the ing undisturbed to their voice.” conduct of those by whom these regulations They now approached the little dwelling of have been made. They have drained the trea. Edwards. A maid-servant, whom he had hired suries of Nabobs, who must fill them by op- to assist him in the care of his grandchildren, pressing the industry of their subjects. Nor is met them a little way from the house. “ There this to be wondered at, when we consider the is a young lady within with the children,” said motive upon which those gentlemen do not de- she. Edwards expressed his surprise at the viny their going to India. The fame of conquest, sit; it was, however, not the less true, and we barbarous as that motive is, is but a secondary mean to account for it.

This young lady, then, was no other than him, that the fire needed stirring ; and taking Miss Walton. She had heard the old man's his- up the poker, demolished the turban'd head of tory from Harley, as we have already related it. a Saracen, while his master was seeking out a Curiosity, or some other motive, made her de body for it. “ The morning is main cold, sir," sirous to see his grandchildren; this she had an said Peter.—“Is it?" said Harley.-"Yes, sir. opportunity of gratifying soon, the children, in I have been as far as Tom Dowson's to fetch some of their walks, having strolled as far as some barberries he had picked for Mrs Margery. her father's avenue. She put several questions There was a rare junketting last night at Thoto both-she was delighted with the simplicity mas's among Sir Harry Benson's servants ; he of their answers, and promised, that if they lay at Squire Walton's, but he would not suffer continued to be good children, and do as their his servants to trouble the family ; so, to be grandfather bid them, she would soon see them sure, they were all at Tom's, and had a fiddle again, and bring some present or other for their and a hot supper in the big room where the reward. This promise she had performed now; justices meet about the destroying of hares and she came attended only by her maid, and brought partridges, and them things, and Tom's eyes with her a complete suit of green for the boy, looked so red and so bleared when I called him and a chintz gown, a cap, and a suit of ribbands, to get the barberries. And I hear as how Sir for his sister. She had time enough, with her Harry is going to be married to Miss Walton.” maid's assistance, to equip them in their new ha- -" How! Miss Walton married !” said Harley. biliments before Harley and Edwards returned. Why, it mayn't be true, sir, for all that; but The boy heard his grandfather's voice, and with Tom's wife told it me, and to be sure the serthat silent joy which his present finery inspired, vants told her, and their master told them, as I ran to the door to meet him. Putting one hand guess, sir ; but it mayn’t be true for all that, as in his, with the other pointing to his sister, I said before." -“ Have done with your idle in“See,” said he, “what Miss Walton has brought formation,” said Harley. “ Is my aunt come us!” Edwards gazed on them. Harley fixed down into the parlour to breakfast ?"_“Yes, his eyes on Miss Walton; hers were turned to sir."-" Tell her I'll be with her immediate the ground ; in Edwards' was a beamy moisture. ly.” He folded his hands together. “I cannot speak, When Peter was gone, he stood with his eyes young lady,” said he,“ to thank you.” Nei- fixed on the ground, and the last words of his ther could Harley. There were a thousand sen- intelligence vibrating in his ears ;-—"Miss Waltiments, but they gushed so impetuously on his ton married !” he sighed—and walked down heart that he could not utter a syllable. stairs, with his shoe as it was, and the buckle

in his hand. His aunt, however, was pretty well accustomed to those appearances of absence;

besides, that the natural gravity of her temper, CHAP. XL.

which was commonly called into exertion by

the care of her household concerns, was such The Man of Feeling jealous.

as not easily to be discomposed by any circum

stance of accidental impropriety. She, too, had The desire of communicating knowledge or been informed of the intended match between intelligence, is an argument with those who Sir Harry Benson and Miss Walton. “ I have hold that man is naturally a social animal. It been thinking," said she, “ that they are disis, indeed, one of the earliest propensities we tant relations ; for the great-grandfather of this discover ; but it may be doubted whether the Sir Harry Benson, who was knight of the shire pleasure (for pleasure there certainly is) arising in the reign of Charles the First, and one of the from it, be not often more selfish than social; cavaliers of those times, was married to a daugh. for we frequently observe the tidings of ill ter of the Walton family.” Harley answered communicated as eagerly as the annunciation of dryly, that it might be so; but that he never good. Is it that we delight in observing the troubled himself about those matters. effects of the stronger passions ? for we are all deed,” said she, “ you are to blame, nephew, philosophers in this respect ; and it is, perhaps, for not knowing a little more of them ; before amongst the spectators at Tyburn that the most I was near your age, I had sewed the pedigree genuine are to be found.

of our family in a set of chair-bottoms, that were Was it from this motive that Peter came one made a present of to my grandmother, who was morning into his master's room with a meaning a very notable woman, and had a proper regard face of recital ? His master, indeed, did not at for gentility, I'll assure you ; but now-a-days, first observe it; for he was sitting with one it is money, not birth, that makes people reshoe buckled, delineating portraits in the fire. spected ; the more shame for the times," “ I have brushed those clothes, sir, as you or- Harley was in no very good humour for endered me.” Harley nodded his head; but Peter tering into a discussion of this question ; but he observed that his hat wanted brushing too ; his always entertained so much filial respect for his master nodded again. At last Peter bethought aunt, as to attend to her discourse.

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“ We blame the pride of the rich,” said he, from Mr Walton's ?"_" From Mr Walton's, “ but are not we ashamed of our poverty?". sir! there is none of his servants here, that I

Why, one would not choose,” replied his know of.”_" Nor of Sir Harry Benson's?"aunt, “ to make a much worse figure than one's He did not wait for an answer ; but, having by neighbours; but, as I was saying before, the this time observed the hat with its party-cotimes (as my friend Mrs Dorothy Walton ob- loured ornament hanging on a peg near the serves) are shamefully degenerated in this re- door, he pressed forwards into the kitchen, and spect. There was but t’other day, at Mr Wal- addressing himself to a stranger whom he saw ton's, that fat fellow's daughter, the London there, asked him, with no small tremor in his merchant, as he calls himself,—though I have voice, “ If he had any commands for him?" heard that he was little better than the keeper The inan looked silly, and said, “ That he had of a chandler's shop,—we were leaving the gen- nothing to trouble his honour with.”—“ Are tlemen to go to tea. She had a hoop, forsooth, not you a servant of Sir Harry Benson's?”– as large and as stiff-and it shewed a pair of “ No, sir.”_"You'll pardon me, young man ; bandy legs, as thick as two- I was nearer the I judged by the favour in your hat.”—“Sir, I door by an apron's length, and the pert hussy am his Majesty's servant, God bless him! and brushed by me, as who should say, Make way these favours we always wear when we are refor your betters, and with one of her London- cruiting.” “Recruiting!” his eyes glistened at bobs—but Mrs Dorothy did not let her pass the word; he seized the soldier's hand, and, with it; for all the time of drinking tea, she shaking it violently, ordered Peter to fetch a spoke of the precedency of family, and the dis- bottle of his aunt's best dram. The bottle was parity there is between people who are come brought. “ You shall drink the King's health,” of something, and your mushroom-gentry who said Harley,“ in a bumper."-" The King, and wear their coats-of-arms in their purses.' your honour.”—“ Nay, you shall drink the · Her indignation was interrupted by the arri, King's health by itself; you may drink mine val of her maid with a damask table-cloth, and in another.” Péter looked in his master's face, a set of napkins, from the loom, which had been and filled with some little reluctance.“ Now, spun by her mistress's own hand. There was to your mistress," said Harley ; every

soldier the family-crest in each corner, and in the has a mistress." The man excused himselfmiddle a view of the battle of Worcester, where To your mistress! you cannot refuse it.” 'Twas one of her ancestors had been a captain in the Mrs Margery's best dram! Peter stood with the King's forces; and with a sort of poetical li- bottle a little inclined, but not so as to discharge cence in perspective, there was seen the Royal a drop of its contents. “Fill it, Peter,” said his Oak, with more wig than leaves upon it. master, “ fill it to the brim.” Peter filled it;

On all this the good lady was very copious, and the soldier, having named Sukey Simpson, and took up the remaining intervals of filling dispatched it in at winkling. « Thou art an tea, to describe its excellencies to Harley ; add- honest fellow," said Harley, “and I love thee;" ing, that she intended this as a present for his and shaking his hand again, desired Peter to wife, when he should get one. He sighed, and make him his guest at dinner, and walked up looked foolish, and commending the serenity of into his room with a pace much quicker and the day, walked out into the garden.

more springy than usual. He sat down on a little seat which command. This agreeable disappointment, however, he ed an extensive prospect round the house. He was not long suffered to enjoy. The Curate hapleaned on his hand, and scored the ground with pened that day to dine with him ; his visits, inhis stick:—“Miss Walton married !” said he ; deed, were more properly to the aunt than the “ but what is that to me ? May she be happy! nephew; and many of the intelligent ladies in her virtues deserve it; to me, her marriage is the parish, who, like some very great philosootherwise indifferent:~I had romantic dreams; phers, have the happy knack at accounting for they are fled !-it is perfectly indifferent.” every thing, gave out, that there was a particu

Just at that moment, he saw a servant, with lar attachment between them, which wanted a knot of ribbands in his hat, go into the house. only to be matured by some more years of courtHis cheeks grew flushed at the sight! He kept ship, to end in the tenderest connection. In this his eye fixed for some time on the door by conclusion, indeed, supposing the premises to which he had entered; then, starting to his have been true, they were somewhat justified feet, hastily followed him.

by the known opinion of the lady, who freWhen he approached the door of the kitchen, quently declared herself a friend to the ceremowhere he supposed the man had entered, his nial of former times, when a lover might have heart throbbed so violently, that, when he sighed seven years at his mistress's feet, before would have called Peter, his voice failed in the he was allowed the liberty of kissing her hand. attempt. He stood a moment listening in this 'Tis true, Mrs Margery was now about her breathless state of palpitation ; Peter came out grand climacteric; no matter : that is just the by chance. “Did your honour want any thing?” age when we expect to grow younger. But I " Where is the servant that came just now verily believe there was nothing in the report;


the Curate's connection was only that of a ge- The following pastoral he left, some time after, nealogist ; for in that character, he was no way on the handle of a tea-kettle, at a neighbouring inferior to Mrs Margery herself. He dealt also house where we were visiting; and as I filled in the present times ; for he was a politician the tea-pot after him, I happened to put it in and a newsmonger.

my pocket by a similar act of forgetfulness. It He had hardly said grace after dinner, when is such as might be expected from a man who he told Mrs Margery that she might soon ex- makes verses for amusement. I am pleased with pect a pair of white gloves, as Sir Harry Ben- somewhat of good-nature that runs through it, son, he was very well'informed, was just going because I have commonly observed the writers to be married to Miss Walton. Harley spilt the of those complaints to bestow epithets on their wine he was carrying to his mouth. He had lost mistresses rather too harsh for the mere litime, however, to recollect

himself before the berty of choice, which led them to prefer anoCurate had finished the different particulars of ther to the poet himself: I do not doubt the vehis intelligence, and summing up all the he- hemence of their passion; but, alas! the sensaroism he was master of, filled a bumper, and tions of love are soinething more than the redrank to Miss Walton. “ With all my heart," turns of gratitude, said the Curate, “the bride that is to be.” Har. ley would have said Bride too ; but the word Bride stuck in his throat. His confusion, in

LAVINIA. deed, was manifest ; but the Curate began to enter on some point of descent with Mrs Margery, and Harley had very soon after an opportunity of leaving them, while they were deeply

Why steals from my bosom the siglı ? engaged in a question, whether the name of

Why fix'd is my gaze on the ground ? some great man, in the time of Henry the Come, give me my pipe, and I'll try Seventh, was Richard or Humphrey.

To banish my cares with the sound. He did not see his aunt again till supper ; the time between he spent in walking, like some Erewhile were its notes of accord troubled ghost, round the place where his trea

With the smile of the flower-footed Muse ; sure lay. He went as far as a little gate, that

Ah! why, by its master implored, led into a copse near Mr Walton's house, to Should it now the gay carol refuse ? which that gentleman had been so obliging as to let him have a key. He had just begun to

'Twas taught by Lavinia's smile

In the mirth-loving chorus to join : open it, when he saw, on a terrace below, Miss

Ah me! how unweeting the while ! Walton walking with a gentleman in a riding LAVINIA cannot be mine! dress, whom he immediately guessed to be Sir Harry Benson. He stopped of a sudden ; his Another, more happy, the maid hand shook so much that he could hardly turn By fortune is destined to blessthe key; he opened the gate, however, and ad- 'Though the hope has forsook that betray'd, vanced a few paces. The lady's lap-dog pricked Yet why should I love her the less ? up its ears, and barked ; he stopped again

Her beauties are bright as the morn, -“ The little dogs and all,

With rapture I counted them o'er ;

Such virtues these beautics adorn, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see they bark at me."

I knew her, and praised them no more. His resolution failed; he slunk back, and lock

I term'd her no goddess of love, ing the gate as softly as he could, stood on tip

I call'd not her beauty divinc: toe looking over the wall till they were gone. At These far other passions may prove, that instant a shepherd blew his horn: the ro

But they could not be figures of mine. mantic melancholy of the sound quite overcame him !—it was the very note that wanted to be It ne'er was apparel'd with art, touched-he sighed ! he dropped a tear !—and On words it could never rely; returned.

It reign'd in the throb of my heart, At supper, his aunt observed that he was gra- It spoke in the glance of my eye. ver than usual ; but she did not suspect the

Oh fool! in the circle to shine Cause: indeed, it may seem odd that she was the

That fashion's gay daughters approve, only person in the family who had no suspicion

You must speak as the fashions inclinc ;of his attachment to Miss Walton. It was fre

Alas! are there fashions in love? quently matter of discourse amongst the servants : perhaps her maiden coldness—but for

Yet sure they are simple who prize those things we need not account,

The tongue that is smooth to deceive In a day or two, he was so much master of Yet sure she had sense to despise hiinself as to be able to rhyme upon the subject." The tirisel that folly may weave.


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