Charlotte's Daughter; or,
The Three Orphans. A Sequel to Charlotte Temple
by Mrs. Rowson
CHAPTER I. FALSE
CHAPTER II. THE
AND THE MASTER
OF THE MANSION.
CHAPTER III. THE
CHAPTER V. A
CHAPTER VI. A
CHAPTER X. THE
FRUITS OF ERROR.
CHAPTER XIII. AN
BEST REMEDY FOR
CHAPTER XVI. AN
CHAPTER XIX. THE
CHAPTER XIX. AN
The incidents of Mrs. Rowson's life were such as peculiarly to fit
her for the task of a novelist. Her pursuits were not less suited to
render her productions in this department of literature, eminently
useful to those, for whose benefit they seem to have been particularly
intended, the young of her own sex.
She was the daughter of William Haswell, a lieutenant in the British
navy, and was born in Portsmouth, England, in the year 1763. Her
mother, whose maiden name was Musgrove, lost her life in giving her
existence. In the winter of 1769, Lieutenant Haswell, being ordered
upon the New England station, sailed for this country with his daughter
and her nurse, and was shipwrecked on Lovell's island, where they
suffered the greatest hardships, being obliged to remain two days on
the wreck before they could receive any assistance from the shore. It
is to the recollection of this scene that we are indebted, for the
vivid description of a shipwreck, in her popular novel of Rebecca, or
the Fille de Chambre.
During his residence on this station, Lieutenant Haswell became
acquainted with a Miss Woodward, a native of Massachusetts, and
married her. With her he resided at Nantasket eight years, a period
which his daughter describes as among the happiest seasons of her life.
Enjoying a genteel competency, an agreeable domestic circle, the
friendly attentions of the most respectable inhabitants of the
province, and the society of his brother officers, Lieutenant Haswell
could scarcely have known an ungratified wish as it regarded his
When the revolution commenced, as he had served for thirty years
under the British Government, it is not surprising that he should have
adhered to the royal cause. The consequence was, that his property was
confiscated and himself detained as a prisoner of war, and ordered from
the sea coast with his family, which then consisted of his wife, his
daughter, and two sons, the offspring of his second marriage.
For a lively description of the sufferings of this period, we must
again refer the reader to the "Fille de Chambre." It is worthy of
remark, that notwithstanding the treatment which the rigorous policy of
that period occasioned, and which must have appeared to her young mind
harsh and severe, the amiable subject of this memoir seems to have
harboured no resentment against the authors of her father's and her own
sufferings. In describing these scenes, she delighted to dwell on the
humanity of those who treated them kindly, and to bury the recollection
of what must then have been regarded as an injury, inflicted by the
patriots of that country, which she subsequently adopted as her own.
After a detention of two years and a half, a part of which was spent
in Hingham and a part in Abington, Lieutenant Haswell and his family
were sent by cartel to Halifax, from whence they soon after embarked
for England. The two sons mentioned above, afterwards became
distinguished officers in the naval service of the United States.
During her residence in this country, Miss Haswell became acquainted
with the great statesman James Otis, and, by her early display of
talents, is said to have attracted his particular notice and favour, so
much so that he called her his little pupil, and allowed her frequently
to share the hours of social relaxation of one of the most powerful and
cultivated minds of the age. She was fond of recurring to this
intimacy, and regarded the distinction thus bestowed on her childhood
as one of the proudest of her life.
Another kind of patronage awaited her in England. There she was
permitted to dedicate her first novel, "Victoria," published in 1786,
to Her Grace the Dutchess of Devonshire, a lady whose liberality to
those who were toiling in the rugged path of fame, has gained for her
name a celebrity, which her rank, beauty, and even her talents, could
never have attained.
The design of "Victoria" is set forth in the title. It is contained
in a series of letters interspersed with poetry. The scenes and
incidents are rather inartificially connected, and the plot is
deficient in unity and combination. But its true and natural
delineation of character, and that pure and elevated morality, which
ever characterized her works, afforded a promise of future success,
which was soon to be fulfilled. The touching pathos of those passages
in which Victoria is described as losing her reason from the cruel
treatment which she receives, her plaintive sorrow when deserted, and
the overpowering revulsion of feeling, when restored to her first
love, are worthy the best hours of the gifted writer.
Among the many marks of favour, with which the Dutchess of
Devonshire, at this period, distinguished Miss Haswell, one of the most
important was an introduction to the Prince of Wales, which resulted in
her obtaining a pension for her father. It must have been a
circumstance in no small degree gratifying to both, that the care and
attention bestowed on the daughter's education, should have enabled her
to distinguish herself so much, as to attract the attention of patrons,
who could so efficiently serve the father. She thus enforced, by
example, the filial piety which she had already recommended by precept
She was now to enter upon a new sphere of duty, and a new field for
the exercise of her affections as well as her talents; for in the same
year in which her first work was published, Miss Haswell united her
fate with the man of her choice, and became the wife of Mr. William
Rowson. In the happiness occasioned by this event, she did not forget
the duty which she had imposed on herself as the friend and instructer
to the young of her own sex. Her systematic arrangement and strict
economy of time, enabled her still to continue the work of composition.
Her next work, the "Inquisitor," is a series of sketches after the
manner of Sterne, and possesses many of his beauties with none of his
looseness of principle. The "Inquisitor" is represented as possessing a
ring, which has the property of rendering its wearer invisible. By this
he introduces himself into a great variety of scenes in the metropolis,
and performs numerous acts of benevolence. The reader is made
acquainted with life in London, without being disgusted with the
indecency, affectation and nonsense, which disfigure many more modern
delineations of that popular subject.
This was followed by a Collection of Poems; and shortly after by
"Mary, or the Test of Honour," which last was principally taken from a
manuscript furnished by a bookseller, and was never claimed by Mrs.
Rowson as her own.
It appears that the prejudice existing among parents against any
thing which was called a novel, was much stronger at that time than at
present; and it must be acknowledged that the numerous volumes of
sentimental nonsense, which issued from the Minerva press, furnished
but too sufficient ground for such a prejudice. Mrs. Rowson was fully
aware of its existence, and, that the daughters of those who were
influenced by it, might not lose the benefit of her valuable counsel,
she soon after published the work called "Mentoria, or the Young Lady's
Friend." It consists of a series of Tales illustrating and enforcing
the virtues most essential to success and happiness in life, and
especially that of filial piety. These are communicated, by the female
Mentor, to certain young ladies who are just entering into the higher
circles of London, and to whom she had acted as governess during the
earlier stages of their education. The stories are simple, the style
excellent, and the advice conveyed in them invaluable, to any young
female, who is just entering upon the arduous duties and trials of
life, whether in an exalted or an humble sphere.
"Charlotte Temple," by far the most popular of Mrs. Rowson's novels,
was published in 1790. With respect to the story on which this
favourite work is founded, the author observes, "I had the recital from
the lady whom I have introduced under the name of Beauchamp. I was
myself personally acquainted with Montraville, and from the most
authentic sources could now trace his history till within a very few
years; a history which would tend to prove that retribution treads upon
the heels of vice, and that though not always apparent, yet even in the
midst of splendor and prosperity, conscience stings the guilty, and
"Puts rankles in the vessels of their peace."
The tears of many thousand readers have borne ample testimony to the
power and pathos of this work.
Her next novel, "Rebecca, or the Fille de Chambre," was published in
1792. Some of the most striking events in the life of Rebecca are drawn
from the personal experience of the author. In the preface to the
second American edition, published in 1814, she says,
"Though Rebecca is a fictitious character, many of the scenes in
which she is engaged are sober realities. The scenes in her father's
family previous to her leaving it, those at Lord Ossiter's, the
distress at sea, the subsequent shipwreck; the burning of Boston
light-house, the death of the poor marine, the imprisonment of the
family, the friendship experienced by them in the most distressed
circumstances, the removal of her farther into the country, and
exchange to Halifax, are events which really took place between the
years 1769 and 1778, though the persons here mentioned as the sufferers
This novel is deservedly popular. It is hardly assuming too much to
say, that Rebecca is one of the best drawn female characters in modern
fiction. Not only the stronger traits, but all the nicer shades, the
innocent foibles and amiable weaknesses of woman, are given with a
truth which discovers a careful study of female manners and a thorough
acquaintance with the human heart.
Mrs. Rowson had inherited a decent independence from her paternal
grandfather, and it is to the unexpected loss of this, that we are to
attribute her adopting the stage as a temporary means of relief from
pecuniary embarrassment. She returned to the United States in 1793, and
was engaged at the Philadelphia Theatre for three years.
During this engagement, she wrote "Trials of the Human Heart," a
novel, in four volumes, (1795,) "Slaves in Algiers," an opera, "The
Volunteers," a farce, and the "Female Patriot," a play altered from
Massinger, and several odes, epilogues, &c. which were collected and
published with other Miscellaneous Poems in Boston, in 1804. "The
Standard of Liberty," a poetical address to the army of the United
States, which is to be found in this collection, was recited by Mrs.
Whitlock from the stage in Baltimore, in 1795, in presence of the
independent militia companies of the city.
In 1796 Mrs. Rowson came to Boston, and was engaged at the Federal
Street Theatre, and for her benefit produced the comedy of "Americans
in England." This was the last of her dramatic works, except an
occasional song or ode. The subjects of most of her compositions of
this class, were of a purely temporary and local interest, and could
scarcely be expected to add much to her reputation as a writer.
At the close of her engagement, she took a final leave of the stage,
and without any other prospect of patronage than what arose from her
known talents and probity in every previous situation, she entered upon
one of the most delicate and responsible, we might add one of the most
exalted and worthy undertakings, to which a female can aspire, that of
educating the young of her own sex. She commenced with one pupil, and
in less than a twelve-month, she had a hundred under her care, and a
long list of anxious applicants, whom she could not admit.
Her school was removed to Medford, and subsequently to Newton, where
she remained till 1810, when she returned to Boston, and continued to
reside in the city till the time of her decease. From the commencement
of her seminary it continued to be crowded with pupils from every part
of the United States, and from the British Provinces in North America
and the West Indies. During this period, she wrote many works connected
with the subject of education, particularly two systems of "Geography,"
a "Dictionary," "Historical Exercises," and "Biblical Dialogues." She
also conducted the Boston Weekly Magazine, and contributed largely to
the success of that popular periodical, by her ability as an editor and
"Sarah, or the Exemplary Wife," "Reuben and Rachel," and
"Charlotte's Daughter, or the Three Orphans," were also written, while
the author was engaged in the arduous duties of an instructor. "Sarah"
was first published in the "Boston Weekly Magazine," in 1805, and was
republished in a separate volume in 1813. It is in the form of a series
of letters, and is one of the most interesting of her novels, although
it has not enjoyed so great a popularity as "Charlotte Temple." The
scene of "Reuben and Rachel" is laid in this country, and whether from
that or some other cause, it has here been preferred by a large class
of readers to any of the author's productions.
"Charlotte's Daughter," which is now first published, was not
prepared for the press until after the author's decease. It would be
hardly becoming to speak of its character on the present occasion.
The "Biblical Dialogues," was the last work of Mrs. Rowson published
during her life time. It contains a connected view of sacred and
profane history, from the creation to the death of our Saviour, and of
the most important ecclesiastical and civil events which succeeded,
down to the period of the Reformation, conveyed in the form of familiar
dialogues between a father and his family. It is a work of considerable
research, written in her usual easy and interesting style, and
calculated to be eminently useful in the higher schools and academies.
During the latter part of her life, Mrs. Rowson having retired from
the business of instruction, passed her time, in completing and
publishing her later works, participating in the social intercourse of
a select circle of friends, and enjoying the consolations, which arise
from the review of a life spent in active virtue and diffusive
benevolence. She died in Boston, March 2, 1824.
No writer of fiction has enjoyed a greater popularity in this
country than Mrs. Rowson. Of "Charlotte Temple" upwards of twenty-five
thousand copies were sold in a short time after its appearance, and
three sets of stereotype plates are at present sending forth their
interminable series of editions, in different parts of the country.
Several of her other novels have gone through many editions.
If we were required to point out a single circumstance to which more
than all others this remarkable success is to be attributed, we should
say it was that of her delincations being drawn directly from nature.
Next to this, the easy familiarity of her style and the uniformly moral
tendency of her works, have furnished the readiest passports to the
favour of the American people. She cannot be pronounced a consummate
artist, nor did her education furnish the requisite qualifications of a
highly finished writer. Novel writing as an art, she seems to have
considered a secondary object. Her main design was to instruct the
opening minds and elevate the moral character of her own sex. Fiction
was one of the instruments which she employed for this laudable
purpose. In using it, she drew practical maxims of conduct from the
results of every day experience. Such a plan hardly admitted of
extraordinary exhibitions of what is technically called power.
Her pictures have been criticised for being tame. Admitting that they
are occasionally so, it results from the nature of her designs and her
subjects. A critic might as well find fault with one of the quiet
landscapes of Doughty for not exhibiting the savage grandeur and
sublimity of Salvator Rosa, as object to Mrs. Rowson's delineations of
domestic life for a want of strength and energy. She was, however, by
no means deficient in spirited representations of character, when the
occasion required them. Her pathetic passages will be found to justify
In exhibiting the foibles of fashionable life she was peculiarly
happy. The interview of Rebecca with Lady Ossiter, after the decease of
her ladyship's mother, will furnish a fair specimen of her talent in
this way. We would solicit the reader's indulgence for introducing it
"On entering the dressing room, she found her ladyship deeply
engaged with her mantua maker and milliner. She did not even notice the
entrance of Rebecca; but thus continued her directions to the former of
"Let them be as elegant and as full as possible; but at the same
time, remember, I wish to pay every respect to my poor mother. It was a
very sudden thing, Mrs. Modily, you cannot think how it shocked me; my
nerves will not be settled again this fortnight, I dare say. Then a
thing of this kind forces one to be mewed up and see no company. So I
thought I might as well stay where I was, as go to town. But, as I was
saying, Modily, let my white bombazine be made very handsome and full
trimmed with crape. I do not mean to keep from visiting above a
fortnight, and, I think in a month or six weeks, I may wear white
muslin, with black crape ornaments for undress."
The accommodating mantuamaker agreed to all the lady said, when,
turning round to speak to her milliner, Lady Ossiter was struck by the
elegant person, and modest, humble countenance of Rebecca.
"Oh! I suppose," said she, carelessly, "you are the young woman my
mother mentioned in her last moments?"
"Rebecca courtesied assent, but was unable to speak.
"Ah! she was very good to you, I understand. Well, don't make
yourself uneasy, I will be your friend in future."
"Rebecca attempted to express her thanks, but her emotions were so
violent, that she was forced to continue silent.
"I dare say, child," said her ladyship, "you have some taste in
dress: come, give me your opinion about the caps I have ordered. Here,
La Blond, show her those caps: Well, now, what do you think? Will these
be deep enough? For, though I hate mourning, I would not be wanting in
respect. One's friends are apt to say such ill-natured things; one
can't be too cautious in giving them occasion. Do you think I should go
without powder? You look monstrous well without powder; but then you
have light hair, and your black dress, though so plain, is becoming.
Who are you in mourning for, child?"
"Rebecca was struck almost speechless with astonishment. "Good
Heavens!" said she mentally, "can this be the daughter of Lady Worthy?"
"Who are you in mourning for, child," repeated Lady Ossiter.
"My father, madam."
"Oh! you have lost your father. Well, it can't be helped. Old folks
must be expected to fall off. You must not be low spirited if you are
with me: I hate low spirited people; though, since I lost my poor
mother I am low enough myself. But I endeavour to shake it off as much
as I can. It is of no manner of use to grieve. When folks are once
dead, we can't recall them, though we fretted ourselves blind."
"But we cannot always command our feelings, madam," said Rebecca.
"No, child, that is true. I am sure I often wish my own feelings
were not so delicate as they are. It is a great affliction to have too
much sensibility. Pray what is your name, my dear?"
"Rebecca? That's a queer old fashioned name. I remember when my
mother used to make me read the great family bible, I remember then
reading about a Rebecca Somebody. But, Law! child, 'tis a vastly vulgar
name. I'd alter it, if I were you. One never hears of such a name among
people of any refinement."
"I am sorry it does not please your ladyship," said Rebecca, almost
smiling at her absurdity;—"but as I was christened by it, I must be
satisfied with it."
"Well, then, Rebecca, but what is your other name?"
"Ah, Lord! they are both three syllables—that is so tiresome.
Well, but, Rebecca, (for I like that name best on account of its
oddity) should you have any objection to enter into my service?"
"Far from it, madam; I shall cheerfully serve any part of the family
of my dear departed lady."
"Ah! but I am not quite so sentimental as my mother was: I shall not
want any person to work and read by me. I shall want you to be useful;
now, for instance, to make up my morning caps, to trim my muslin
dresses. Can you speak French, child?"
"Yes, madam, and shall be happy to render myself useful in any thing
within the compass of my power. I do not wish to eat the bread of
Rebecca spoke with a degree of spirit that surprised Lady Ossiter:
however, she unabashed proceeded:
"I have two little boys and a girl; I really have not time to attend
to them: now I could wish you to bear them read, give them some little
knowledge of the French, and take care of Miss Ossiter's clothes. Can
you make frocks?"
"I make no doubt but I can, if I try, and my utmost endeavours shall
not be wanting."
"That is well. I understand my mother did not suffer you to eat with
the servants, so you shall have your meals in the nursery with the
children. I suppose, if my woman should happen to be ill, or out of the
way, you would have no objection to dress or undress me."
"I am afraid I should be awkward, madam; but if you will pardon my
want of experience, you shall always find me ready to obey your
"And what wages do you expect?"
"Whatever you please."
"What did my mother give you?"
"I had no settled salary."
"Well, but I like to know what I am about—I'll give you sixteen
guineas a year."
Rebecca agreed to the terms, and retiring to her apartment, left
Lady Ossiter to finish her consultation with her milliner and
mantuamaker—while she took up her pen, and informed her mother that
she had entered into a new line of life, in which she hoped to be
enabled to do her duty, and gain the approbation of her lady."
Her later novels abound with passages of a similar character. The
situations are artless; and yet the characters are brought into strong
contrast, and strikingly displayed.
Still she has none of the tricks of practised authorship. There is
no straining for effect, nor laboured extravagance of expression in any
of her performances. On the contrary her style is perfectly simple,
perspicuous and unaffected. She seems to have given herself up to
"`nature's teachings," and in so doing, she frequently accomplished
what art and refinement labour in vain to effect. There is a naiveté in
her female characters, an unconscious disclosure of their little
foibles, which is never to be found except in the delineations of
female writers, who draw from nature; for these nicer traits lie beyond
the observation of writers of the other sex.
In her pathetic passages we are struck with a natural eloquence,
which never fails to reach the hearts of her readers; and it is perhaps
in these passages that her genius exerts its highest efforts. When
brought into circumstances of distress, her characters assume a new
dignity; the deeper springs of feeling are opened; and its expression
bursts forth with an energy, of which while reading her more calm
delineations, we had hardly suspected the writer to be capable.
In this abandonment of herself to nature, if we may be allowed the
expression, Mrs. Rowson was certainly far in advance of the popular
writers of fiction of her day; for, it must be recollected that except
the present publication, all her novels were given to the world before
the great reform in this department of literature had been effected by
the commanding genius of Scott. She wrote in the time of Radcliffe and
her imitators; in the very atmosphere of the Della Cruscan school; and
some of her works actually issued from the Minerva Press, although it
is difficult to tell what could entitle them to such a distinction.
It is no trifling merit, that she should have drawn her characters
and incidents directly from the life, when it was the prevailing
fashion of writers of fiction to riot exclusively in the regions of
fancy; nor is it less to her praise, that in an age of false sentiment
and meretricious style, she should have relied for success on the
unpretending qualities of good sense, pure morality, and unaffected
We shall conclude this memoir with a notice of Mrs. Rowson's
personal character, from the pen of one who was favoured with her
"Mrs. Rowson was singularly fitted for a teacher. Such intelligence
as she possessed, was then rare among those who took upon themselves
the task of forming the characters, and enlightening the minds of young
females. To her scholars she was easy and accessible, but not too
familiar. Her manners were dignified, without distance or affectation.
Her method of governing the school was strict, cautious and precise,
without severity, suspicion or capriciousness. She watched the progress
of sentiment, as well as of knowledge in the minds of her pupils, and
taught them that they might fully confide in her judgment; and when
their imaginations reflected the hues of life, she struggled to give a
just direction to the bright colours, that they might not fall to
dazzle or enchant, when there was but little reason or stability of
purpose to oppose the delirium. A guide to the female mind in this
dangerous hour, is a friend that can never be forgotten. Many have
ability "to wake the fancy," but few have power, by the same means, "to
mend the heart," particularly the female heart, when the character is
passing from girlish frivolity, to sentiment, susceptibility and
passion. She did not chill by austerity, "the genial current of the
soul," but taught it to flow in the channels of correct feeling, taste,
virtue and religion. Many dames, perhaps, who have the care of female
youth, can boast of bringing forward as fine scholars as Mrs. Rowson,
but few can show so many excellent wives and exemplary mothers—and
this is the proudest criterion of the worth of instruction that can be
offered to the world. Many educated by her care might with justice
"My soul, first kindled by thy bright example, To noble thought and
generous emulation, Now but reflects those beams that flow'd from
"Few men were ever great whose mothers were not intelligent and
virtuous—first impressions often stamp the future character.
Education, for every purpose, is further advanced in the nursery than
is generally imagined.
"Mrs. Rowson was a model of industry. By a judicious arrangement of
her time, she found opportunities to visit her friends, attend to her
pupils, and to write large volumes for amusement and instruction; and
yet never seemed hurried or overwhelmed with cares or labours.—Method
gave harmony to her avocations, and if she suffered, it was not
perceived; if she was weary or exhausted, it was not known to those
around her. This was the more wonderful, as she was for a great portion
of her life, a valetudinarian. She was an economist of the closest
calculation, in every arrangement of her school, or household affairs.
The mere good, industrious housewife, learned something more of her
duty, and added to her stock of culinary information at every visit she
paid this patron of industry and economy. The science and skill of the
kitchen were as familiar to her as works of taste, and if she ever
seemed proud of any acquirement, it was of the knowledge of housewifery.
"Mrs. Rowson was an admirable conversationist. There was nothing
affected or pedantic in her manner, at the same time that there was
nothing trite or common-place. In colloquial intercourse she rather
followed than led, although at home in most subjects—interesting to
the learned or accomplished. She was firm, at all times, in her
opinions, but modest in support of them. She reasoned with eloquence,
and skill, but seldom pushed her remarks in the form of debate. She was
patient in the protracted communion of opposing thoughts, but shrunk at
once from the war of words. Bland and gentle, she pursued her course of
thinking fairly, and astutely to perfect victory, but her opponent
never felt in her presence the mortification of a defeat.
"She was truly a mother in Israel—to her charities there was no
end. Not only "apportioned maids" and apprenticed orphans blessed her
bounty, but many, cast helpless on the world, found in her the
affection, tenderness and care of a parent. Her charities were not the
whim of a benevolent moment, but such as suffer long and are kind, and
which reach to the extent of the necessity. The widow and fatherless
will remember her affectionate efforts in their behalf—she was
President of a society for their relief, and for many years, her purse,
pen and powers of solicitation, were always at their service; and the
cold winds of winter, and the shattered hovel, and the children of
want, have been witnesses to the zeal and judgment she has shown in
their cause, and could also declare how often she stole silently to
places, where misery watched and wept, to bring consolation and comfort.
"Mrs. Rowson possessed a most affectionate disposition— too often
the sad concomitant of genius. There are times when the pulses of a
susceptible heart cannot be checked by reason, nor soothed by religious
hopes—the ills of the world crowd upon its surface, until it bleeds
and breaks. There will always be some evils in our path, however
circumspectly we may travel. No one can stay in this sad world, until
the common age of man, without numbering more dear friends among the
dead, than he finds among the living. A strong and fervid imagination,
after years spent in labouring to paint the bow upon the dark
surrounding clouds of life, but finding the lively tints fade away as
fast as they are drawn, often grows weary of thinking on the business
of existence, and fixing an upward gaze on another world, stands
abstracted from this, until the curtain falls and the drama is closed
CHAPTER I. FALSE PRIDE AND
"What are you doing there Lucy?" said Mrs. Cavendish to a lovely
girl, about fifteen years old. She was kneeling at the feet of an old
man sitting just within the door of a small thatched cottage situated
about five miles from Southampton on the coast of Hampshire. "What are
you doing there child?" said she, in rather a sharp tone, repeating her
"Binding up sergeant Blandford's leg ma'am," said the kind hearted
young creature, looking up in the face of the person who spoke to her.
At the same time, rising on one knee she rested the lame limb on a
stool on which was a soft cushion which this child of benevolence had
provided for the old soldier.
"And was there no one but you Miss Blakeney who could perform such
an office? You demean yourself strangely." "I did not think it was any
degradation," replied Lucy, "to perform an act of kindness to a fellow
creature, but I have done now," continued she rising, "and will walk
home with you ma'am if you please." She then wished the sergeant a
good night, and tying on her bonnet which had been thrown on the floor
during her employment, she took Mrs. Cavendish's arm, and they
proceeded to the house of the Rector of the village.
"There! Mr. Matthews," exclaimed the lady on entering the parlour,
"there! I have brought home Miss Blakeney, and where do you think I
found her? and how employed?"
"Where you found her," replied Mr. Matthews, smiling, "I will not
pretend to say; for she is a sad rambler, but I dare be bound that you
did not find her either foolishly or improperly employed."
"I found her in old Blandford's cottage, swathing up his lame leg."
"And how my good madam," inquired Mr. Matthews, "could innocence be
better employed, than in administering to the comforts of the defender
of his country?"
"Well, well, you always think her right, but we shall hear what my
sister says to it. Mrs. Matthews, do you approve of a young lady of
rank and fortune making herself familiar with all the beggars and low
people in the place?"
"By no means," said the stately Mrs. Matthews, "and I am astonished
that Miss Blakeney has not a higher sense of propriety and her own
"Dear me, ma'm," interrupted Lucy, "it was to make myself of
consequence that I did it; for lady Mary, here at home, says I am
nobody, an insignificant Miss Mushroom, but sergeant Blandford calls me
his guardian angel, his comforter; and I am sure those are titles of
"Bless me," said Mrs. Cavendish, "what plebeian ideas the girl has
imbibed, it is lucky for you child, that you were so early removed from
"I hope madam," replied Lucy, "you do not mean to say that it was
fortunate for me that I was so early deprived of the protection of my
dear grandfather? Alas! it was a heavy day for me; he taught me that
the only way to become of real consequence, is to be useful to my
fellow creatures." Lucy put her hand before her eyes to hide the tears
she could not restrain, and courtesying respectfully to Mr. Matthews,
his wife and sister, she left the room.
"Well, I protest sister," said Mrs. Cavendish, "that is the most
extraordinary girl I ever knew; with a vast number of low ideas and
habits, she can sometimes assume the hauteur and air of a
dutchess. In what a respectful yet independent manner she went out of
the room, I must repeat she is a most extraordinary girl."
Mrs. Matthews was too much irritated to reply with calmness, she
therefore wisely continued silent. Mr. Matthews was silent from a
different cause, and supper being soon after announced, the whole
family went into the parlour; Lucy had dried her tears, and with a
placid countenance seated herself by her reverend friend, Mr. Matthews.
"You, I hope, are not angry with me, Sir?" said she with
peculiar emphasis. "No my child," he replied, pressing the hand she had
laid upon his arm, "No, I am not angry, but my little Lucy must
remember that she is now advancing towards womanhood, and that it is
not always safe, nor perfectly proper, to be rambling about in the
dusk of the evening without a companion."
"Then if you say so sir, I will never do it again; but indeed you do
not know how happy my visits make old Mr. Blandford; you know, sir, he
is very poor; so Lady Mary would not go with me if I asked her; and he
is very lame, so if Aura went with me, she is such a mad-cap, perhaps
she might laugh at him; besides, when I sometimes ask Mrs. Matthews to
let her walk with me, she has something for her to do, and cannot spare
"Well, my dear," said the kind hearted old gentleman, "when you want
to visit him again ask me to go with you." "Oh! you are the best old
man in the world," cried Lucy, as rising she put her arms round his
neck and kissed him. "There now, there is a specimen of low breeding,"
said Mrs. Cavendish, "you ought to know, Miss Blakeney, that nothing
can be more rude than to call a person old." "I did not mean to
offend," said Lucy. "No! I am sure you did not," replied Mr. Matthews,
"and so let us eat our supper, for when a man or woman, sister, is
turned of sixty they may be termed old, without much exaggeration, or
the smallest breach of politeness."
But the reader will perhaps like to be introduced to the several
individuals who compose this family.
CHAPTER II. THE LITTLE HEIRESS, AND
THE MASTER OF THE MANSION.
Lucy Blakeney had from her earliest infancy been under the
protection of her maternal grandfather; her mother had ushered her into
life at the expense of her own, and captain Blakeney of the navy,
having been her godfather, she was baptized by the name of Blakeney in
addition to her own family name. Captain Blakeney was the intimate
friend of her grandfather, he had loved her mother as his own child,
and dying a bachelor when Lucy was ten years old, he left her the whole
of the property he had acquired during the war which had given to the
United States of America, rank and consequence among the nations of the
earth; and during which period he had been fortunate in taking prizes,
so that at the time of his death, his property amounted to more than
twenty thousand pounds sterling. This he bequeathed to his little
favourite on condition that she took the name and bore the arms of
Blakeney; indeed, she had never been called by any other name, but the
will required that the assumption should be legally authorized, and a
further condition was, that whoever married her, should change his own
family name to that of Blakeney, but on a failure of this, the original
sum was to go to increase the pensions of the widows of officers of the
navy dying in actual service, Lucy only retaining the interest which
might have accumulated during her minority.
About two years after this rich bequest, Lucy literally became an
orphan by the death of both her grandparents, within a few months of
each other. She inherited from her grandfather a handsome patrimony,
enough to support and educate her in a very superior style, without
infringing on the bequest of captain Blakeney, the interest of which
yearly accumulating would make her by the time she was twenty one, a
The reverend Mr. Matthews had lived in habits of intimacy with both
the grandfather of Lucy and captain Blakeney, though considerably
younger than either; he was nominated her guardian in conjunction with
Sir Robert Ainslie, a banker in London, a man of strict probity, to
whom the management of her fortune was intrusted.
To Mr. Matthews the care of her person was consigned, he had
promised her grandfather that she should reside constantly in his
family, and under his eye receive instruction in the accomplishments
becoming the rank she would most probably fill in society, from the
best masters; whilst the cultivation of her mental powers, the
formation of her moral and religious character, and the correction of
those erring propensities which are the sad inheritance of all the sons
and daughters of Adam, he solemnly promised should be his own peculiar
Mr. Matthews was, what every minister of the Gospel should be, the
profound scholar, the finished gentleman, and the sincere, devout
christian. Plain and unaffected in his address to his parishioners, on
the sabbath day, or any day set apart for devotional exercises, he at
all other times exemplified in his own conduct the piety and pure
morality he had from the pulpit forcibly recommended to others. Liberal
as far as his circumstances would allow, without ostentation; strictly
economical without meanness; conscientiously pious without bigotry or
intolerance; mild in his temper, meek and gentle in his demeanour, he
kept his eye steadily fixed on his divine master, and in perfect
humility of spirit endeavoured as far as human nature permits, to tread
in his steps.
Alfred Matthews was the youngest son of a younger branch of an
honourable but reduced family, he received his early education at Eton,
on the foundation, from whence he removed to Cambridge, where he
finished his studies, and received the honours of the university; his
moral character, steady deportment, and literary abilities had raised
him so high in the esteem of the heads of the college, that he was
recommended as private tutor, and afterwards became the travelling
companion to the young Earl of Hartford and his brother, Lord John
Milcombe. Returning from this tour, he for a considerable time became
stationary as domestic chaplain in the family of the Earl. This
nobleman had two sisters, the children of his mother by a former
marriage, both by several years his seniors. The elder, Philippa, was
of a serious cast, accomplished, sensible, well informed, pleasing in
her person, and engaging in her manners. Constantia, the younger of the
two, had been celebrated for her beauty, she was stately, somewhat
affected, and very dictatorial: they were both highly tinctured with
family pride, thinking the name of Cavendish, might rank almost with
royalty itself; but withal so strongly attached to each other, that
whatever one resolved to do or say, the other upheld as unquestionably
To both these ladies Mr. Matthews was an acceptable companion, and
from the society of both he reaped the most unaffected pleasure. He
admired their talents, and esteemed their virtues; but his heart felt
no warmer sentiment, till from several concurring circumstances he
could not but perceive, that the amiable Philippa evinced a tenderer
attachment than her sister. On some subjects she could never converse
with him without hesitation and blushes, while Constantia was easy and
unembarrassed upon all topics. This discovery awakened his gratitude,
but honour told him that the sister of his patron was in too elevated a
station for him to hope to obtain her brother's consent to their union,
he therefore requested permission to retire from the family.
"I am sorry to lose you from our family circle Mr. Matthews," said
the Earl, when he mentioned his desire; "but it is natural that you
should wish to have a fire side of your own, and it is probable that
you may also wish for a companion to make that fire side cheerful, I
must beg you to accept the Rectory of L— which has lately become
vacant and is in my gift, till something better can be offered." Every
thing being arranged for his leaving the family, it was mentioned the
next evening at supper. Philippa felt her colour vary, but she neither
looked up nor spoke; Constantia, turning towards him, with vivacity,
inquired "How long he had taken the whim of keeping bachelor's hall,
though I beg your pardon for the suggestion," said she, "perhaps some
fair lady"—here she stopped, for Philippa's agitation was evident,
and Constantia perceived that her brother noticed it.
When the ladies had retired, the Earl suddenly addressed his friend,
"If I am not very much mistaken, Mr. Matthews, one of my sisters would
have no objection to break in upon your bachelor scheme. Come, be
candid, is the inclination mutual?" "I hope, my lord," replied Mr.
Matthews, "that you do not suspect me of the presumption."—"I see no
presumption in it my friend," rejoined the Earl; "your family, your
education, your talents, set you upon an equality with any woman, and
though Philippa is not rich, yet her fortune and your income from the
Rectory will supply the comforts, conveniences, and many of the
elegances of life."
The conversation continued till the hour of repose, when after
taking counsel of his pillow. Mr. Matthews resolved to solicit the
favour of Miss Cavendish, and proved a successful wooer—a few months
after, he became master of the Rectory—had a fire side of his own,
and an amiable companion to render that fire side cheerful.
In the course of twenty years many changes had taken place: the Earl
of Hartford had married a beautiful, but very dissipated woman, who,
though she brought him but a very small fortune, knew extremely well
how to make use of his, and diffuse its benefits in a most elegant and
fashionable style. Her profusion knew no bounds, and, the Earl being
taken off by a rapid fever, his affairs were found in so embarrassed a
state that his sisters' fortunes, which had never been paid, though
they had regularly received the interest, were reduced to less than
half their original value, which was twenty thousand pounds. With this
comparatively small portion, Mrs. Matthews and Mrs. Constantia
Cavendish were obliged to be content.
Mr. Matthews continued Rector of L—, but no change of
circumstances could lead him to accept a plurality of livings. It was a
point of conscience with him to be paid for no more duty than he was
able to perform himself, and as he was not able to allow a curate a
liberal stipend, he employed none. When Mrs. Constantia argued with him
on the subject; as she sometimes would; and wondered that he would
perform all offices of the Rectorship himself, when he might have a
curate who would think himself well paid by fifty pounds a year, and
who would take the most troublesome part upon himself. "I should be
sorry sister," he would reply "to consider any part of my duty a
trouble, and what right have I to expect another to do for fifty
pounds, what I am paid five hundred for doing? Every clergyman is, or
should be a gentleman, and I think it highly disgraceful for one
minister of the gospel to be lolling on velvet cushions, rolling in his
carriage, and faring sumptuously every day, while many, very many of
his poor brethren, labourers in the same vineyard, bowed with poverty,
burthened with large families, would, like Lazarus, be glad to feed on
the crumbs that fall from the rich man's table."
But Mr. Matthews was an old fashioned person, and perhaps will not
be thought very entertaining, so I will bring forward the young ladies.
CHAPTER III. THE THREE ORPHANS.
We have already announced Lucy Blakeney, and if what has been said,
does not give a competent idea of her character, we must leave it to
time to develope; as to her person, it was of the middle size,
perfectly well proportioned, and her figure and limbs had that
roundness, which, in the eye of an artist, constitutes beauty. Her
complexion was rather fair than dark, her eyes open, large, full hazel,
her hair light brown, and her face animated with the glow of health and
the smile of good humour.
Lady Mary Lumly had lost her mother a few years previous to the
commencement of our story. She was an only child and had been indulged
to a degree of criminality by this doatingly fond but weak mother, so
that she had reached her sixteenth year without having had one idea
impressed upon either head or heart that could in the least qualify her
for rational society, or indeed for any society, but such as her fancy
had created, from an indiscriminate perusal of every work of fiction
that issued from the press. Her father died when she was an infant;
his estates which had never been adequate to his expenses, passed with
the title to a male branch of the family, her mother retired to her
jointure house in Lancashire. Ill health secluded her from company, and
finding her dear Mary averse from study, she sought in a governess for
her daughter, more an easy companion for herself, than a conscientious
able instructress for her child. The common elements of education,
reading, writing, and English grammar, a little dancing, a little
music, and a trifling knowledge of the French language constituted the
whole of her accomplishments; when at the death of her mother, the
guardian to whom the care of her little fortune had been intrusted,
entreated Mrs. Matthews to receive her into her family. There was some
relationship in the case, and Mrs. Cavendish thinking, that with her
romantic ideas, and uninformed mind, a boarding school, such as her
income could afford, would not be a proper asylum for her, prevailed on
her sister to accede to the proposal.
When scarcely past the age of childhood or indeed infancy, she had
been allowed to sit beside her mother, while the tale of misfortune, of
love or folly, was read aloud by the governess, and being possessed of
a quick apprehension, strong sensibility, and a fertile imagination,
she peopled the world, to which she was in effect a stranger, with
lords and ladies, distressed beauties, and adoring lovers, to the
absolute exclusion of every natural character, every rational idea, and
truly moral or christian like feeling. Wealth and titles, which were
sure to be heaped on the hero or heroine of the tale at last, she
considered as the ultimatum of all sublunary good. Her mother
had been a woman of high rank, but small fortune; she had therefore
amongst other weak prejudices imbided a strong predilection in favour
of ancient nobility, and not to have a particle of noble blood flowing
through one's veins was, in her opinion, to be quite insignificant.
This orphan of quality was as handsome as flaxen hair, light
eyebrows, fair skin, blooming cheeks, and large glossy blue eyes could
make her. The features of her face were perfectly regular but there was
no expression in them, her smile was the smile of innocence, but it was
also the smile of vacancy. She was tall, her limbs were long and her
figure flat and lean; yet she thought herself a perfect model for a
statuary. Her temper was naturally good, but the overweening pride and
morbid sensibility, which were the fruits of the imprudent system of
her education, rendered her quick to take offence where no offence was
meant, and not unfrequently bathed her in tears, without any real
cause. At the period when we introduced her to our readers, she was
nearly seventeen years old, and had been under the care of Mr.
Matthews, for the last four years.
Aura Melville completed the trio of fair orphans. Aura was the only
child of a poor clergyman to whom Mr. Matthews had been, during a long
and painful illness, an undeviating friend; she was ten years old, when
death released her father from a state of suffering—her mother had
been dead several years previous to this event.
It was an evening towards the end of July, the pale light of a moon
just entered on its second quarter shone faintly into the chamber of
the feeble invalid, a chamber to which he had been confined for more
than eight months; the casement was open and the evening breeze passing
through the blooming jessamine, that climbed the thatch of the humble
cottage, wafted its refreshing perfume to cool the hectic cheek of the
almost expiring Melville. He was seated in an easy chair, Mr. Matthews
by his side, and the little Aura on a cushion at his feet, "Look, my
own papa," said she, "how beautifully the moon shines; does not this
cool breeze make you feel better? I love to look at the moon when it is
new," continued she, "I do not know why, but it makes me feel so
pleasantly, and yet sometimes I feel as if I could cry; and I say to
myself what a good God our God is, to give us such a beautiful light to
make our nights pleasant and cheerful, that, without it, are so dark
and gloomy. Oh! my own dear papa, if it would but please our good God
to make you well!" Melville pressed her hand, Mr. Matthews felt the
drop of sensibility rise to his eye; but neither of them spoke.
The child, finding both remain silent, continued. "I hope you will
be better, a great deal better, before next new moon." "I shall be
well, quite well, my darling, in a very little time, said her father,
for before this moon is at the full, I shall be at rest." "You will
rest a good deal before that, I hope," said she with tender simplicity,
then pausing a moment, she sprang up, and throwing her arms round his
neck, she exclaimed, "Ah! I understand you now: Oh, my own dear papa!
what will become of Aura! Oh, my good God, if it please you to let me
die with my papa! for when he is gone there will be no one to love or
care for his poor Aura." Her sobs impeded farther utterance—Melville
had clasped the interesting child in his arms, his head sunk on her
shoulder, her cheek rested on his. Mr. Matthews, fearing this tender
scene would be too much for his debilitated frame, went towards them
and endeavoured to withdraw her from his embrace. At the slightest
effort, his arms relaxed their hold, his head was raised from her
shoulder, but instantly falling back against the chair, Mr. Matthews,
shocked to the very soul, perceived that Aura was an orphan.
The poor child's anguish, when she discovered the truth, is not to
be described. "She shall never want a protector," said he mentally, as
he was leading her from the house of death to his own mansion.
"Philippa," said he, presenting Aura to his wife, "Providence has
sent us a daughter; be a mother to her my dear companion, love her,
correct her, teach her to be like yourself, she will then be most
Mrs. Matthews with all her family pride, possessed a kind and
feeling heart, that heart loved most tenderly Alfred Matthews,—could
she do otherwise than comply with his request? She took the poor girl
to her bosom, and though she experienced not the most tender affection,
yet Aura Melville found in her all the care and solicitude of a mother.
Her father had laid a good foundation in her innocent mind, and Mr.
Matthews carefully completed the education he had begun, and at the age
of nineteen, the period when first she appears in our pages, she was a
pleasing well informed young woman; highly polished in her manners, yet
without one showy accomplishment. She knew enough of music to enjoy and
understand its simple beauties, but she performed on no instrument. She
moved gracefully, and could, if called upon, join a cotillion or contra
dance, without distressing others; her understanding was of the highest
order, and so well cultivated that she could converse with sense and
propriety on almost any subject. Yet unobtrusive, modest and humble,
she was silent and retired, unless called forth by the voice of
kindness and encouragement. She was beloved in the family; industrious,
discreet, cheerful, good humoured, grateful to her benefactors, and
contented with her lot; she won the regard and without exacting it,
gained the respect of all who knew her.
CHAPTER IV. ROMANCE, PIETY,
Lucy, after the gentle reproof she received from Mr. Matthews, was
careful not to go out in the evening without a companion; she
frequently visited the cottages of the poor class of industrious
peasants, and as her allowance for clothes and pocket money was
liberal and her habits by no means expensive, she had many
opportunities of relieving the distresses of some, and adding to the
comforts of others. Sometimes she would tempt Lady Mary to ramble with
her, but that young lady but little understood the common incidents,
and necessities of life, and even had she comprehended them ever so
well, she was so thoughtless in her expenditure on dress and trifles,
that she seldom had any thing to bestow. Aura Melville was therefore
her usual associate and adviser in these visits of charity. Her bosom
sympathized in their sufferings, and her judgment suggested the relief
likely to be of most benefit.
One evening Lady Mary had been walking with a young lady in the
neighbourhood, whose tastes and feelings resembled her own, when, just
as the family were preparing to take their tea, she rushed into the
parlour and in a flood of tears exclaimed, "Oh, my dear sir, my kind
Mr. Matthews, if you do not help me I shall lose my senses." "How, my
dear?" said he, approaching the seat on which she had thrown herself in
an attitude of the utmost distress. "Oh, sir," said she, sobbing, "I
must have five guineas directly, for I wanted so many things when you
paid me my last quarter's allowance, that I have not a guinea left." "I
am sorry for that," replied Mr. Matthews, "for you know that it will be
six weeks before another payment is due." "Oh yes, I know that: but I
thought you would be so good as to lend it to me on this very, very
urgent occasion!" "And pray what may the very, very urgent occasion
be?" asked he smiling, and placing a chair near the tea table, he
motioned with his hand for her to draw nigh and partake the social
meal, for which the rest of the family were now waiting.
"I cannot eat, indeed I cannot, sir," she replied with an hysterical
sob, "I can do nothing till you comply with my request."
"That I certainly shall not do at present, child. I must understand
for what this sum is required, and how you mean to dispose of it. Five
guineas, Lady Mary, is a considerable sum; it should not be hastily or
unadvisedly lavished away. It might rescue many suffering individuals
from absolute want."
"Yes, sir, it is for that I want it, I know you will let me have
it." "I am not quite so sure about that. But come, Mary Lumly," for so
the good man was wont to call her when he was pleased with her, "come,
draw nigh and take your tea, after which you shall tell your story and
to-morrow morning we will see what can be done."
"To-morrow! sir, to-morrow!" exclaimed she wildly, "to-morrow, it
may be too late, they are suffering the extremity of want, and are you
so cold hearted as to talk of to-morrow?"
Miss Blakeney and Aura Melville exchanged looks with each other. Mr.
Matthews sat down and began his tea. "You must permit me to tell you,
Lady Mary Lumly," said Mrs. Cavendish, in her stately manner, "that
this is very unbecoming behaviour, you call it no doubt sensibility;
but you give it too dignified a name. It is an affectation of fine
feeling, it arises more from a wish to display your own humanity, than
from any genuine sympathy. The heart has little to do with it. You have
spoken rudely to my brother Matthews; he, worthy man, knows what true
sensibility is, and is actuated by its dictates, though you,
disrespectful girl, have called him cold hearted."
Resentment at being spoken to, in so plain a style, soon dried Lady
Mary's tears. She seated herself at the tea table, took her cup, played
with her spoon, poured the tea into the saucer, then back into the cup;
in short, did every thing but drink it.
The tea service removed, Mr. Matthews said, "come hither, Mary
Lumly, and now let us hear your tragical tale." Lady Mary's excessive
enthusiasm had by this time considerably abated, but she felt somewhat
vexed at the plain, well meant reproof of Mrs. Cavendish. However, she
seated herself on the sofa beside Mr. Matthews, and in a concilatory
tone began. "I am afraid that I have not been so respectful as I ought
to be, sir, but my feelings ran away with me." "Your impetuosity, you
should say, child," interrupted Mrs. Cavendish.—Lady Mary coloured
highly. "The evening is really very fine," said the good Rector, "come,
Mary, you and I will go and inhale the sweets of the flowers," then
drawing her arm under his, he led her into the garden.
"So you have been taking a ramble with Miss Brenton this afternoon."
"Yes, sir, and we went farther than we intended, for we went through
the little copse, and took a path which neither of us had any knowledge
of, and having walked a considerable way without seeing any house, or
meeting any one, we began to feel alarmed." "I think you were very
imprudent, Mary, you might have encountered ill bred clowns or evil
minded persons who would have insulted you."
"I know it, sir, but I am very glad I went, for all that."
"Why, just as we began to feel a little frightened, we heard a child
cry, and following the sound, we came to a very wretched hovel, for it
could not be called even a cottage. At the door sat a child about four
years old, crying. "What is the matter child?" said Miss Brenton.
"Mammy is sick and Granny fell out of her chair, and Daddy a'n't come
home yet." We both of us were in the hut in a moment, Oh! dear sir, I
never shall forget it, on the bed as they called it, but it was only
some straw laid upon a kind of shelf made of boards and covered with a
ragged blanket, so dirty that I was almost afraid to go near it,
and—and—on this wretched bed lay a poor pale woman with a little,
very little baby on her arm."
Lady Mary's lip quivered, Mr. Matthews pressed her hand and said,
"But the poor old Granny? you have not told me about her."
"She had been up all the preceding night with her daughter, and not
having any help all day, or much nourishment I believe, she had fainted
and fell out of her chair; the little girl whose crying had brought us
to the place, had run out in great alarm; but when we entered the
house, the old woman had recovered, and was sitting, pale as a ghost
and unable to articulate, by the handful of fire, over which hung an
"Why this is a most deplorable tale, my dear Mary."
"But I have not told you the worst, sir."
"Why I suppose the worst was, you had no money to give them?"
"No, I had a crown in my purse, and I gave it to the old woman, who
as she looked at it burst into tears and recovering her speech, said
"God forever bless you."
"But had Miss Brenton nothing to give?"
"Oh no, sir, she said her sensibility was so great she could not
stay in the hovel, and they were so dirty that she was afraid of
contracting some infectious disorder."
"Then that was the worst, for I suppose she ran away and left you?"
"Yes, she did, and said she would wait for me by the road side, so
while I was inquiring what they most wanted, and the poor sick woman
with the baby, said, "every thing," a rough looking man with two boys
and a girl came in; he went to the sick woman, asked her how she did,
and then turning to the old woman said, "Mother, is there any thing for
supper?" "Yes, thank God," said the mother, "I have got summut for ye,
John, which a kind hearted christian man gave me this morn." She then
opened the pot, took out a small piece of meat, and two or three
turnips, and said, "there, John, is a nice piece of mutton, and Sally
has supped a little of the broth, oh! 'twas a great comfort to her, and
here, dears, taking up some of the water in which the meat had been
boiled, in porringers, here's a nice supper for ye all." She then gave
the children each a piece of bread, so black, that I ran out of the
place ashamed that my curiosity had kept me there so long, when I had
so little to give."
"It was not curiosity, Mary, it was a better feeling: but had you
been mistress of five guineas, and had them in your purse at that
moment would you have given them?"
"Oh yes, ten, if I could have commanded them, but now, sir, that you
know the whole, you will, I am sure, lend me the money."
"We will see about it to-morrow, your crown will for the present
provide a few necessaries, so rest in quiet, my good girl, for believe
me the bit of boiled mutton and turnips were heartily relished by the
man; and the water as you call it, the children, who I suppose had been
out at work all day, ate with a keener appetite than you would have
partaken of the most delicate viands."
The next morning Lady Mary, who was not an early riser, and did not
generally make her appearance till the rest of the family were seated
at the breakfast table, was surprised, upon entering the parlour, to
find Miss Blakeney, and Miss Melville had just returned from a walk in
which they had been accompanied by their guardian, their hair
disordered by the morning breeze and their countenances glowing with
health and pleasure.
"You are an idler, Mary Lumly," said Mr. Matthews, "but exercise is
so necessary to preserve health that I am resolved that you shall
accompany me in a round of visits to some of my parishioners this
morning." This was an invitation he frequently gave to one or the
other of the fair orphans under his protection. The morning was fine,
and Lady Mary hoping he would take the path through the copse, readily
assented, and being soon equipped for her walk, gaily tripped by his
side till she found that he took a directly opposite path to what she
"I was in hopes you would have gone with me to visit the poor people
I mentioned," said she in rather a supplicating voice. "All in good
time, child," he replied, "I have several poor and some sick persons to
visit." The first cottage they entered, they saw a pale looking woman
at her spinning; near her, two children seated on a stool, held a
spelling book between them, and in an old high backed arm chair sat a
man, the very picture of misery; his feet and hands were wrapped in
coarse flannel. Every thing around them indicated extreme poverty, yet
every thing was perfectly clean: the children's clothes were coarse,
but not ragged, the mother preferring a patch of a different colour, to
a hole or rent.
"How are you, neighbour?" said Mr. Matthews, "and how are you, my
good Dame, and how do you contrive to keep all so tight and orderly,
when you have a sick husband to attend, and nothing but your own labour
to support him, yourself and your children?" "Oh, sir," said the woman,
rising, "we have much to be thankful for. The good Sir Robert Ainslie
has ordered his steward to let us live in this cottage, rent free, till
my husband shall get better, and the house keeper lets little Bessey
here have a pitcher of milk and a plate of cold meat every now and
then, so, please your Reverence, we are not so bad off as we might be."
"What is the matter with your husband?" asked Lady Mary, with a look
of wonder at the woman's expression of contentment, when there was so
much apparent wretchedness around her.
"Why, your Ladyship, Thomas, though he be an industrious kind
husband, was never over strong; he worked too hard, and last summer
took a bad fever; and when he was getting better he would go to work
again before he had got up his strength; the season was very wet and he
was out late and early, so, you see, he got a bad cold, and his fever
came on worse than ever, and the rheumatics set in, and ever since he
has been a cripple like, not being able to use his hands or feet."
"Dear me, that is very terrible," said Lady Mary, "how can you
possibly live, how do you get time to work."
"I gets up early, my Lady, and sits up late; sometimes I can earn,
one way or another, three and sixpence a week, and sometimes, but not
very often, five shillings."
"Five shillings!" repeated the astonished Mary, "can four people
live on five shillings a week?"
"Mr. Matthews had been, during this time, talking with the invalid,
but catching her last words he replied, "Aye, child, and many worthy
honest christians with larger families are obliged to do with less."
"We, I am sure," said Thomas, "ought not to complain, thanks be to
God and my good Dame, we are main comfortable, but I fear me, your
Reverence, she will kill herself, she washes and mends our clothes
when she ought to be resting, after spinning all day or going out to
work, to help the gentlefolks' servants to wash and clean house. I
sometimes hope and pray that I may soon recover the use of my hands and
feet, or that it will please my Maker to lay me at rest."
"No! no! heaven forbid, Thomas, I can work very well, I can be
contented with any thing, so you are spared, and you will get well by
and by, and then we shall all be happy again."
The tears which had for some time trembled in Lady Mary's eyes, now
rushed down her cheeks, she drew forth her empty purse and looked
beseechingly at Mr. Matthews. He did not particularly notice her, but
asked, "Does the doctor attend you regularly? Is he kind and
"Oh yes, sir, and we gets all the physic and such stuff from the
Potticary without paying, thanks to you, reverend sir, then the
housekeeper at the great house sent us some oatmeal and sago, a nutmeg
and a whole bottle of wine, and that has made poor Thomas comfortable
for above a month past. Oh we have so many blessings."
"Mr. Matthews gave the woman an approving smile, and presenting her
with half a crown, said, "This young lady desires me to give you this,
it may enable you to add a little to your comforts. Good morning,
continue this humble contented frame of mind and rely on your heavenly
Father, he will in his own good time relieve you from your
difficulties, or enable you to support them with patience."
"My dear sir," said Lady Mary when they had left the cottage, "what
a trifle you gave to that distressed family."
"Mary," replied the Rector, "it is not the bestowing large sums that
constitutes real benevolence, nor do such donations ultimately benefit
the persons on whom they are bestowed, they rather serve to paralyze
the hand of industry, while they lead the individual to depend on
adventitious circumstances for relief, instead of exerting his own
energies to soften or surmount the difficulties with which he may be
Many other calls were made in the course of the morning, till at
length they stopped at a very small cottage, and on entering, Mary was
struck with the appearance of an elderly man and woman both seemingly
past the period of being useful either to themselves or others. A few
embers were in the grate, over which hung a teakettle, and on a deal
table stood a pewter teapot, some yellow cups and saucers and a piece
of the same kind of bread, the sight of which had filled her with such
disgust the evening before, a little dark brown sugar and about a gill
of skimmed milk completed the preparation for their humble meal.
"Why you are early at your tea, or late at your breakfast, Gammer,"
said Mr. Matthews as he entered. The old dame laid down the patchwork
with which she had been employing herself, and her husband closed the
bible in which he was reading.
"Bless you, good sir," said he, "tea is often all our sustenance and
serves for breakfast, dinner and supper, but we are old, and can take
but little exercise, so a little food suffices; if sometimes we can get
a morsel of bacon or a crumb of cheese to relish our bread, it is quite
a treat, and a herring laid on the coals is a feast indeed; but it is
long since we have known better times, and we be got used to the
change. I wish indeed sometimes that I had something to comfort my poor
old dame, but since the death of our little darlings, what sustains our
tottering frames is of little consequence; we are thankful for what we
"Thankful," said Lady Mary internally, "thankful for such a poor
shed to keep them from the weather, such a miserable looking bed to
rest their old limbs upon, and some black tea and dry bread for their
Mr. Matthews saw that she was struck, and willing to give her time
for rumination sat down beside the old man on a stool. The only vacant
wooden chair being dusted by the dame, Lady Mary seated herself and
pursuing her train of thought, audibly said. "I should think, poor
woman, you had cause for repining and discontent rather than
"Ah no, lady," she replied, "what right have I to expect more than
others; how many thousands in this kingdom have not even a hovel to
shelter them, scarcely a rag to cover them, and only the bare ground to
sleep on, whilst their poor children beg their daily bread from door to
"Dreadful!" said Lady Mary, and her cheek assumed a marble hue.
"But that is not the worst," continued the woman, "many of these
poor souls are as ignorant as the blackamoors of Africa, they cannot
read their Bibles; they do not know that idleness is next to thieving;
they do not know the God who made them, or the Saviour who redeemed
them. How much happier are we! This is a poor place to be sure, but it
is our own, and if our bed is hard, we can lie down with quiet
consciences; if we have but little food we eat it with thankfulness;
and when we are low spirited, our frames feeble and our hearts
oppressed, we can read the word of consolation in God's own book. Oh
lady, these are great blessings."
"But I understood from what your husband said, that you had seen
better days; how can you bring your mind to bear the ills of age and
poverty without complaint."
"It is because I know that He who has allotted my portion knows what
is best for me. It is because I am fully sensible that his bounties are
far beyond my deserts."
"What? such poor fare! such a hut! and you a good well conducted
woman, and these wretched accommodations more than you deserve?"
"Yes, Lady, had the best of us no more than we deserve, our portion
would be hard indeed. You say I have seen better days, so I have. But I
weary you, and I beg your pardon, too, Reverend Sir."
"You have it, dame, go on, tell your story to that young lady, I
have much to say to your good man."
Thus encouraged, Gammer Lonsdale again addressed her attentive
auditor. "When I married my good man there, I had three hundred pounds,
which had been left me by my grandfather, and my husband had scraped
together about as much more. So we stocked a farm, and for years went
on quite well; we never had but one child, it was a girl, and, God
forgive us! we were very proud of her, for Alice Lonsdale grew up a
very pretty young woman. I taught her to be domestic, and to use her
needle, but alack-a-day, I did not teach her to know herself. There was
our first great fault, and when people praised her beauty or her
singing, (for Alice sung sweetly, Lady,) we used to join in the praise,
and her father, poor man, would chuck her under the chin, and say aye!
aye! in good time we shall see our girl either a 'squire's or a
parson's lady. So Alice grew vain and conceited, and in an evil hour we
consented that she should pay a visit to a neighbouring market town,
and attend a dancing school, for as we had settled it in our weak heads
that she was to be a lady, it was but right that she should learn to
"Alice was now turned of fifteen, and during the time of her visit
to Dorking, (for at that period we lived in Surry,) she became
acquainted with a young man, the son of a reputable tradesman in that
town. After her return, he sometimes called to see her, and, to make
short of my story, when she was eighteen, with the consent of both his
parents and her own, Alice became his wife. We gave her five hundred
pounds, his father gave him seven hundred, which furnished a small
house neatly in Croyden, where he had some family connections, and
stocked a shop in the grocery line.
"For some time things went on smoothly; and when her father and I
visited them about a year after their marriage, we thought they were
getting before-hand. He appeared to be industrious and attentive, and
Alice was cheerful and happy. I staid with my poor girl during her
first confinement, and was very proud of the little grandson with which
she presented me. After this I saw her no more for two years, but I
used to fancy that her letters were not so sprightly as formerly.
However, I knew that when a woman becomes a wife and mother, the
vivacity of girlhood is sobered. However some reports having reached us
that her husband was become unsteady, and that it was thought he was
much involved in debt, my good man took a journey to inquire about it.
He found things worse than had been represented. Alice was pale,
dejected and miserable; her husband had got acquainted with a set of
worthless beings who called themselves honest fellows; frequented
clubs, and acted private plays, which being done once in the hall of a
public house and money taken for admission, they were all taken up and
had to pay a heavy fine.
"My husband had not been many days in Croyden, before he had reason
to think, that Alice was injured in the tenderest point, and that with
her own domestic; but she made no complaint, and while her father was
considering what he should do that might best promote her happiness,
Lewis, for that was her husband's name, was arrested for fifteen
hundred pounds, on his note which he had given for stock, and as we
afterwards learnt, sold at under price to supply his extravagance.
Alice pleaded with her father to assist him, her situation was
delicate, and old Mr. Lewis being sent for, his affairs were
compromised, the two fathers being bound for him.
"My good man then returned home, where he had not been more than a
month, when one evening just at dusk, a chaise stopped at the gate, and
in a few moments, Alice, leading her little boy, ran up the walk, and
throwing herself into my arms with an hysterical sob fainted. It was
long before she could articulate. At length she told us old Mr. Lewis
was dead, his property was not sufficient to pay his debts, that her
heartless husband had taken what valuables he could collect, and raised
money upon every thing that was not already mortgaged, and absconded
with the abandoned woman I told you about. He had told Alice that he
was going to Dorking to look into his late father's affairs. Ah, lady,
he had been there before, and gleaned all he could from the wreck, even
to the leaving his old widowed mother destitute. The same night the
woman who lived with Alice, having asked leave to go out, never
returned, and upon examination it was found that she had taken her
clothes, to which she had added some of the most valuable belonging to
"The next day the furniture of the house was taken by a man who said
he had advanced money upon it, and my poor girl was literally turned
into the street. In this distress the landlord of a large inn had
compassion on her. He advanced her a few guineas and sent her in his
own chaise to her father, her best and only friend.
"I found upon inquiry that my child had not been altogether
faultless, she had been thoughtless in her expenses, and never having
been controlled in her youth, she could not practice the necessary
patience and forbearance which her situation required; so that instead
of weaning her unhappy partner from his pursuits, she perhaps irritated
his temper and made him more dissipated. A few days after her return,
my husband was arrested upon the note, and being unable to pay so large
a sum, his stock upon the farm was seized, and not being able to meet
his rent, which from various circumstances had run for six months, we
were obliged to quit the farm and take a cottage a little way from
Croyden. Here Alice gave birth to a daughter and a few days after was
laid at rest in the grave. But our misfortunes were not ended. Though
by working hard and living poor, we kept free from debt, yet it was a
struggle to maintain the two children.
"But we managed to keep them clean and tidy, so that they went to
school, and lovely babies they were, and my vain proud heart made them
my idols, but it was God's will that I should be humbled to the very
dust. One night the thatch of our cottage caught fire and we awoke
almost suffocated with smoke. We sprang up; I caught up the girl and
ran out, but before my husband could escape with the boy, a rafter
fell, and I thought I had lost them both, but with great atruggling he
got out, though greatly bruised and burnt. The child was so hurt that
he was a caipple as long as he lived.
"We were now houseless, pennyless and naked; neither of us very
young, my health not good, and my husband likely to be confined months
before he could go to work, if indeed he should be ever able to work
again. A cottager who lived about a mile from us, who had got up early
to carry something to Croyden market, saw the fire, and calling his
son, they ran to our assistance, but nothing was saved. He took my
husband on his back; the lad took the boy; both father and son had
pulled off their outer jackets to wrap them round me and my little
girl; and we proceeded as well as we could to neighbour Woodstock's
"They did all they could for us, but they were poor themselves.
However, on applying to the 'squire, of whom we had rented the hut, we
had lived in, he bade his housekeeper send us some old clothes. She not
only obeyed him in that, but brought us some little comforts, and with
her came a sweet boy about the age of little Alice. When this dear
child went back, he told his father, who was then visiting the 'squire,
how poor and how sick we were, and the next day brought him to see us.
"Sir Robert Ainslie, for it was he himself, spoke to us kindly, gave
us money to purchase some clothing, and procured a doctor to visit my
husband and grandson; he also spoke to the minister about us, and he
came to console and pray with us. Oh, lady, that was the greatest
charity of all; for we did not know where to look for consolation till
he taught us. We had never considered that a good and all wise Father
has a right to chastise his children when and how he pleases; we had
been full of complaining and discontent before. But he read to us and
prayed with us, and at length convinced us that it was possible to be
happy though poor.
"When my husband got able to move about, the dear boy, Master
Ainslie, came with his father, one day, and laying a folded paper on my
lap said, "Papa gives you that." So I opened it and found it was a gift
of this place we now live in, and a promise of five guineas a year as
long as I lived.
"I could not speak to thank him. He told me that he had lately
purchased an estate in Hampshire; that he had been to look at it and
have it put in repair, just before he came into Surry; that he
recollected this cottage, and had written to his steward to have it got
ready for us, and that he would have us sent to it free of all expense.
"Well, in a short time we moved here and were happier than we had
ever been in our lives before, for Sir Robert wrote about us to our
good Rector here, who has comforted and strengthened our minds. Our
dear Alice grew apace; she earned a little towards clothing herself,
and then she was so dutiful to her grandfather and me, and so kind to
her crippled brother! But seven years agone last Lammas, the small pox
came into the neighbourhood. The boy took it first. Nothing could
separate his siter from him, and in one short week I followed both my
darlings to the grave."
The old woman stopped a moment, put her hand to her forehead, then
looking up meekly, cried in an under tone, "Thy will be done! It will
not be long before I go to them, but they can never return to me. It
was the hand of mercy that took them, for what had they to make life
desirable. The boy's inheritance was decrepitude and poverty, and poor
Alice had all her mother's beauty, and who knows what snares might have
been laid, what temptations might have assailed her. She might have
been lost both soul and body. Now, thanks be to God! she is safe in the
house of her heavenly Father."
"Come, child, it is time for us to be walking," exclaimed Mr.
Matthews, so taking leave of the old people, he led her out of the
cottage. Perceiving her cheeks wet with tears which she was
endeavouring to conceal, "These are good tears," said he, "indulge them
freely, they flow from pity and admiration."
"From pity, indeed," she replied, "but I cannot admire what I do not
rightly understand." Then pausing a moment, she continued, "Pray, sir,
are not these people methodists?"
"What do you mean by a methodist?"
"I hardly know how to explain myself, but I know I have often heard
my mamma and governess laugh about some folks that lived in our
neighbourhood, who used to talk a great deal about religion, and pray
and sing psalms, even when they were in trouble, and they called them
"Is it then," said Mr. Matthews gravely, "a ridiculous thing to say
our prayers, or praise the name of Him from whom all our blessings
"No, sir, but when he has taken from us those we love, it is
difficult to feel perfectly resigned. I am sure I could not praise him
when my mamma died."
"But you could pray to him, I hope?"
"No, indeed I could not, I thought him very cruel."
"Poor child," said he tenderly, "what a barren waste thy mind was at
"But you have made me better, Sir."
"I hope God will make you wiser, my love! And now, Mary, let me
advise you, never to use the term methodist in this way again. Dame
Lonsdale and her husband are good pious members of the church of
England; they are what every christian should be, humble, devout, and
grateful, but let the mode in which they worship, be what it may, if
they are sincere, they will be accepted: there are many roads to the
foot of the cross, and whichever may be taken, if it is pursued with a
pure and upright heart, is safe, and He who suffered on it, will remove
every burthen from us whether it be earthly affliction, or sorrow for
committed offences." While Mr. Matthews was speaking, a sudden turn in
the road made Lady Mary start, for she beheld just before her, the
identical cottage to which she had been so desirous to come when they
first began their ramble.
CHAPTER V. A LESSON—CHANGE OF
"As I live, sir," said she in delight, "there is the place I wanted
"Then we will go in and see how the poor people are," said Mr.
They entered, but how changed was the scene, a clean though coarsely
furnished bed stood in one corner of the room; the old wooden frame had
been removed; the room was neatly swept and sanded, a new sauce pan was
by the fire, in which gruel was boiling, the sick woman and her infant
were in clean clothes befitting their station, and the old mother also
appeared in better habiliments, whilst a healthy looking young woman
was busied about some domestic concerns.
Every thing wore such a look of comfort, that Lady Mary thought she
had mistaken the place. But the old woman recognized her, and rising,
began to say how lucky her good ladyship's visit had been to them all,
for that morning two beautiful young ladies came to see them.
"Mayhap," continued she, "they be your sisters, though they were so
good natured and condescending, they seemed more like angels than aught
else; and it was not more than two hours after they went away before a
man came to the door with a cart, and what should be in it, think ye,
but that nice bedstead and bed, with blankets, and sheets, and
coverlet, and some clothes for Sally and her baby; and he brought that
good young body to tend she, till she be up again; dear heart! how John
will be surprised when he comes home, he won't know his place, not he,
but will think the fairies have been here."
"Ah!" said Lady Mary, looking at Mr. Matthews, "I fancy I know who
the fairies were."
The Rector put his finger on his lip, and telling the women that he
was glad to find they were so well provided for, he led his ward from
"Now, Mary," said he smiling, "how much do you think those fairies
whom you so shrewdly guess at, expended for all the comforts and
conveniences, these poor people seem to have acquired, since last
"Oh! a great deal," said she, "more than five guineas, I dare say.
First there is a bed—"
"That is not a bed, but a second hand mattrass, which, though a good
one, cost little or nothing. The blankets and coverlet, came from my
house, and are with the bed linen lent only. If we find the
woman on her recovery, industrious, clean, and well behaved, they will
be given to her. The rest was very trifling, a little tea, oatmeal,
sugar, and materials for brown bread, half a cheese, half a side of
bacon, some coals and candles, were all purchased for less than a
guinea and a half. Had you given the sum you intended, they would have
squandered it away, and not made themselves half so comfortable. I make
a point of inquiring the characters of any poor, who are my
parishioners, before I give them any relief, and this morning while
Lucy and Aura were visiting your protégés, I investigated their
character. The man is an honest hard working fellow, his wife, I find
from good authority, is idle, and by no means cleanly in her habits.
You, child, have no idea how much the prosperity and comfort of a poor
man, and often of a rich man too, depends on the conduct of his wife.
The old woman is his wife's mother, she is old and feeble, can do but
little, and often, by a querulous temper, makes things worse than they
would otherwise be. You say the children were ragged and dirty; I shall
see that they are comfortably clothed, and, if I find that the clothes
are kept whole and clean, I will befriend the family farther, but if
they are let run to rags, without washing or mending, I shall do no
Thus, in walking, chatting, making various calls, and commenting on
the scenes they witnessed, time passed unobserved by Lady Mary. At
length Mr. Matthews, drawing out his watch, exclaimed, "I protest, it
is almost four o'clock."
"Indeed!" said Mary, "I am afraid we shall have dinner waiting." The
Rector's hour of dining was half past three.
"I do not think they will wait," he replied, "I have frequently
requested they would not wait for me, for you know I am frequently
detained by a sick bed, or an unhappy person whose mind is depressed."
They had now a mile to walk, and Lady Mary assured the Rector that
she was "very, very hungry!" Arriving at home they discovered that the
family had dined, and the ladies gone out on some particular purpose.
A cloth had been therefore laid in the study for the ramblers.
"Come," said Mr. Matthews, "sit down, Mary, you say you are hungry,
we will waive ceremony on this occasion, and you shall dine in your
morning dress. What have we here?" he continued raising a cover, and
discovering part of a boiled leg of mutton, which had been kept
perfectly hot, and on a dish beside it stood a few turnips not mashed.
"Are there no capers, John?"
"No sir, the cook did not recollect that they were out till it was
too late to get any, and my mistress said she was sure you would excuse
"Well, well, we must do as well as we can," said he, laying a slice
of mutton and one of the turnips, on Lady Mary's plate.
She did not wait for other sauce than a keen appetite, but having
dispatched two or three slices of the meat, with a good quantity of the
vegetable and bread, declared she never had relished a dinner so well
in her life.
"You will have a bit of tart?" said the Rector, "I warrant John can
find one, or a bit of cheese and biscuit."
"Oh no! my dear sir, I have eaten so heartily."
"Poor dear young woman!" said Mr. Matthews, in an affected tone of
sensibility, "how my heart aches for you, out all the morning, walking
from cottage to cottage, coming home hungry and weary, and had nothing
to eat but a bit of boiled mutton and turnips, and to wash it down, a
glass of cold water." Here Mr. Matthews pretended to sob; when Lady
Mary comprehending the ridicule, burst out a laughing.
"You see, my child," said he, assuming his own kind and gracious
manner, "how misplaced sensibility is, when it fancies any thing more
than wholesome fare, however plain or coarse it may be, is necessary to
satisfy the appetite of those whom exercise or labour have rendered
really hungry. Where indeed there is a scanty quantity, it should
awaken our good feelings, and lead us to extend the hand of charity."
"Dear Sir," said Lady Mary, "you have this day taught me a lesson
that I trust through life I shall never forget."
Month after month, and year after year, passed on while Mr. Matthews
was endeavouring to cultivate the understandings, fortify the
principles, and, by air and exercise, invigorate the frames of his fair
wards. During the six pleasantest months, masters in music and drawing,
from Southampton, attended Lady Mary and Miss Blakeney, and the other
six, they employed themselves in imparting what they had gained to Aura
Melville, in her leisure hours.
Thus they were improved in a far greater degree, by the attention
necessary to bestow on every acquirement in which they were desirous to
instruct her. There were many genteel families in the neighbourhood,
but none visited on a more intimate footing, than that of Sir Robert
Ainslie. His son Edward, had become a great favourite at the Rectory,
ever since they had known the story of old Dame Lonsdale and the
cottage; but as he was pursuing his studies at Oxford, they saw him but
It was in the summer of 1794, when Lucy had just entered her
twentieth year, that Mrs. Cavendish proposed that, to change the scene,
and give the young people a glimpse of the fashionable world, a few
weeks should be spent in Brighton, and that, the ensuing winter, they
should go to London. Mr. and Mrs. Matthews were fondly attached to the
place where they had passed so many happy years, yet, sensible that
Lucy in particular, should be introduced properly into a world where
she would most likely be called upon to act a prominent part, they
consented, and about the latter part of June, they commenced their
Sir Robert Ainslie and his son were to meet them there, for Edward
was to be their escort to public places, when Mr. Matthews felt
disinclined to mix in the gay scenes of fashionable life, their
attendant in walks upon the Stiene, or excursions in the beautiful
environs of Brighton.
This was very pleasant to the whole party. The elderly ladies were
fond of the society of Sir Robert. Mr. Matthews regarded him as an old
and esteemed friend, and the young ones as a kind of parent, and his
son as their brother. Lady Mary, indeed, could have fancied herself in
love with Edward, and often in the most pathetic terms lamented to her
young companions that he was not nobly born, he was so handsome,
so generous, so gallant.
"Yes," said Aura, with an arch glance from under her long eyelashes,
"so generally gallant that no one can have the vanity to suppose
herself a particular favourite."
"No, indeed that is true, and I should lament to find
particularized by him, as you know my poor mother used to say, she
should not rest in her grave if she thought I should ever match myself
with any one below the rank of nobility."
"I think," said Aura, laughing, "you need be under no apprehension,
unless indeed it should be from the fear that should he offer, you
might not be able to keep your resolution."
They were soon settled in their new abode at Brighton, their names
enrolled on the books at the rooms, libraries, &c. and the unaffected
manners of the three fair orphans, their simple style of dress,
unobtrusive beauty, and the general report that they were all three
heiresses, drew numerous admirers and pretenders, around them. But the
grave and gentlemanly manners of Mr. Matthews, the stately hauteur of
Mrs. Cavendish, with the brotherly attention of Edward Ainslie, kept
impertinence and intrusion at an awful distance.
Edward felt kindly to all, but his heart gave the preference to
Lucy, though he feared to give way to its natural impulse, lest the
world, nay, even the object of his tenderness, should think him
Sir Robert Ainslie had two sons and a daughter by a former marriage;
these were married and settled, and were too much the seniors of the
present young party to ever have been in habits of intimacy with them.
The mother of Edward had survived his birth but a few years; and he
became the consoler, delight, and darling of his father. The youth was
endowed with fine talents, a mind of the strictest rectitude, and
perhaps a remark that his cool, calculating, eldest brother once made,
that it would be a fine spec for Ned, if he could catch the
handsome heiress, led him to put a curb on that sensibility and
admiration, which might otherwise have led him to appear as her
One fine morning, as they were strolling on the Stiene, an elegant
youth, in military uniform, accosted him with "Ainslie, my dear lad,
how are you, this is a lucky encounter for me, for I hope you spend
some time here, my regiment is here on duty for six months." Edward
received his proffered hand with great cordiality, and presenting him
to the ladies as Lieutenant Frranklin, of the — regiment, named to
his friend, each of the fair trio, and he joining the party, they
sauntered on the sands an hour longer, waited on the ladies to Mr.
Matthews' door, and then both gentlemen bade them good morning.
"Why, you are in luck's way, Ned," said the officer, "to be on such
easy terms with the Graces, for really I must say your three beauties
are worthy that appellation. Are you in any way related to either of
"By no means," he replied, "my father is guardian to one, who is a
splendid heiress, and in habits of great intimacy with the reverend Mr.
Matthews, who is guardian to the other two."
"Heiresses also, eh! Ned?"
"Not exactly so, one has a genteel independence, the other, poor
girl, is an orphan, whose family is only known to her guardian, and
whose fortune, if report says true, depends entirely on his kindness."
"But which is the heiress?"
"That I shall leave to your sagacity to discover; but I hope you do
not mean to set out in life, with interested views in the choice of a
"Oh no, my good grandfather took care I should have no occasion to
do that, he left me enough for comfort, and even elegance, with prudent
management, and as I have no propensities for gaming, racing, or other
fashionable follies, I shall look out for good nature, good sense, and
discretion in a wife, in preference to wealth. To be sure, a little
beauty, and a handsome address, would, though not indispensable, be
very acceptable qualities."
Lieutenant Franklin was the eldest of four sons, his father was an
officer of artillery, had seen some hard service, passed a number of
years abroad, and during that period had accumulated a large fortune.
He had married the only daughter of a wealthy man, resident in the part
of the world where he was stationed; was intrusted by government with
providing military stores, &c. during a seven years' war, for a large
army in actual service, and when the war was ended, returned to his own
country; which he had left nine years before, a Captain of Artillery,
with little besides his pay, an honourable descent, and fair character,
to receive the thanks of royalty for his intrepidity, and to dash into
the world of splendour and gaiety. His house was one of the most
elegant in Portland place, his equipage and establishment, such as
might have become a nobleman of the first rank. Bellevue, a large
estate near Feversham in Kent, consisting of a large handsome and
commodious mansion, several well tenanted farms, pleasure grounds, fish
ponds, green and hot houses, was purchased for his summer residence.
Promoted to the rank of Colonel of artillery, and having held the
office of chief engineer during his service abroad, the father of
Lieutenant Franklin stood in an elevated rank, and associated with the
first personages in the kingdom. His eldest son, as has been mentioned,
was amply provided for, and had chosen the army for his profession. The
others, as yet little more than boys, were finishing their education at
some of the best establishments near London. His two daughters, Julia
and Harriet, were attended by masters at home, under the
superintendence of an excellent governess.
From the moment of his introduction to the family of Mr. Matthews,
Sir Robert Ainslie having spoken of him in high terms, Mr. Franklin
became a frequent and always a welcome guest. Though Miss Blakeney was
known to have an independent fortune, its extent was not confided even
to herself; for Mr. Matthews knew that wealth attracts flattery and
good as he believed Lucy's heart to be, he feared for the frailty of
human nature, if exposed to the breath of that worst of mental poisons,
injudicious and indiscriminate adulation.
A cursory observer would never have taken Lucy for the independent
heiress, the retired modesty of her manners, the respectful deference
which she paid her guardian and his family, united to an intuitive
politeness and real affection with which she ever distinguished Aura
Melville, would have led any one to think she was the dependent.
Lady Mary was afraid of Aura, her wit, though in general harmlessly
playful, was sometimes sarcastic, and the vain girl of quality often
smarted under its lash, and if she met the steady eye of Aura, at a
time when she was displaying airs of self complacency, her own would
sink under it. The seniors of the family encouraged this involuntary
respect paid to their protégeé, and hy their own manner towards her
gave their visitors reason to think, that they were receiving, rather
than conferring a favour, by her residence among them.
Thus every circumstance coincided to establish the general idea
entertained that Aura was the independent heiress, Lady Mary, a young
person of rank, with only a moderate fortune, and Lucy Blakeney, the
orphan, depending on the kindness of Mr. Matthews. Another circumstance
contributed to the mistake. Miss Blakeney, though her guardian allowed
her a very handsome stipend for clothes and pocket money, was yet
extremely simple in her attire, her apparel was ever of the best
quality, but it was unostentatious, no display of splendour, no glitter
or finery disfigured her interesting person; and she scarcely ever
purchased a handsome article of dress for public occasions, without
presenting something of the same kind, perhaps more elegant or of a
finer texture than her own, to her friend Miss Melville, yet she
contrived to do this without its being observed, for in all their
little shopping parties, Aura was uniformly pursebearer, as Lucy used
laughingly to say, to save herself trouble, but in reality to hide her
Franklin then easily fell into the common error; and charmed with
the person and manners of Miss Blakeney, feeling how proud and happy he
should feel to raise so lovely a young woman from dependence to a state
of comparative affluence, he determined to scrutinize her conduct, mark
her disposition, and should all agree with the captivating external, to
offer her his hand, and devote his life to her happiness. Lucy
Blakeney, had she been really a destitute orphan, would, when she
perceived Franklin's attentions to be serious, and supposed that he
imagined her to be an heiress, have insisted on Mr. Matthews'
explaining her real situation; but when the reverse was the case, what
woman but would have felt highly flattered by the attentions of one of
the handsomest officers of the corps to which he belonged, a man of
honour, and perfect rectitude of conduct, high in the esteem of
personages of the first rank, and known to be in possession of a
handsome fortune, who thus avowedly loved her for herself alone?
Mr. Matthews had a little spice of romance in his composition, and
although he did not withdraw the veil from Miss Blakeney's situation,
he would have shrunk with horror from the idea of obtaining a splendid
alliance for Aura upon the false supposition of her being an heiress.
But there was no immediate call on the integrity of the
conscientious guardian on this account. Though numerous were the moths
and summer flies who, in expectation of a rich remuneration flitted
round Aura Melville, she kept them at such a distance, that they
neither disturbed her peace or annoyed her in any way. They were all
treated alike, sometimes listened to with perfect nonchalance,
sometimes laughed at, and often mortified with an hauteur which
bordered on contempt.
CHAPTER VI. A RENCONTRE—A
BALL—LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.
It was on one of those mornings when the visitants of Brighton sally
forth to ransack libraries, torment shopkeepers, and lounge upon the
Stiene, when Edward Ainslie taking Lucy under one arm and Lady Mary
under the other, having taken a walk upon the downs, strolled into one
of the public Libraries, where raffles, scandal and flirtation were
going forward amongst an heterogeneous crowd, assembled there.
At the upper end of the room sat an elderly gentleman in a military
undress, apparently in very ill health; beside him stood an elegant
fashionable woman, evidently past the meridian of life, but still
bearing on her conntenance traces of beauty and strong intellectual
endowments. Ainslie and his party had been conducted by the master of
the shop to seats near these persons.
"I wonder where Mr. Franklin is?" said Lady Mary, as she seated
herself, "he has neglected us all last evening and this morning, and I
shall scold him well when I see him again."
"I have no doubt," said Lucy, "but Mr. Franklin can give a very good
"Heavens!" exclaimed the lady who stood by the military invalid.
"What is the matter, my dear? Oh! pray make way, let him have air, he
is very weak."
Lucy looked round, the veteran had sunk upon the shoulder of his
wife, pale and almost lifeless. Having some eau de Luce in her
hand which she had just before purchased, Lucy stepped forward and
presented it to the languid sufferer. The volatile revived him, he
opened his eyes, and gazing wildly on Lucy, pushed her hand away
"Take her away, this vision haunts me forever, sleeping or waking,
it is still before me."
At that moment Lieutenant Franklin broke through the crowd, that
filled the room, and giving Ainslie and the ladies a slight bow of
recognition, helped the poor invalid to rise, and assisted by the lady,
led him to a carriage which waited at the door of the shop, the footman
helped him in, and Franklin handing in the lady sprang in after them,
and it drove off.
"Who is he?" "What is the matter?" was the general inquiry.
Ainslie's party merely heard that it was a brave veteran, who had
served many years abroad, and received a wound, from the effects of
which he still continued to suffer, and that he sometimes laboured
under slight fits of insanity. Lucy's eyes filled. She thought of old
Serjeant Blandford. "But what is his disabled limb," said she mentally,
"compared to the sufferings of this brave officer? Blandford has but a
poor cottage and the pay of an invalid, 'tis true, but he is cheerful
and even happy. This poor gentleman appears to be surrounded with
affluence, but is yet miserable."
Ainslie sighed as he led them from the library, but made no remark.
While Lady Mary said,
"Dear! what a pity that a man who has so beautiful an equipage,
should be so sick and unhappy. Only think how elegant his liveries
were, and how richly the arms were emblazoned on the pannels of the
carriage." Lady Mary had become skilful in the language of heraldry,
under the tuition of her mother, who doated on rank, pedigree, &c. and
could have held forth for hours on the crests, supporters, mottoes, and
heraldic bearings of most of the noble families in England.
"Who was that young lady who offered your father the
eau de Luce
, and to whom you bowed this morning, Jack," asked the mother of
Franklin, as he sat tete a tete with her after a melancholy dinner on
the evening of the day in which the events just related took place.
"A Miss Blakeney, a very amiable girl under the protection of the
Rev. Mr. Matthews, who with his wife, and her sister, the Honourable
Mrs. Cavendish, and two young ladies to whom he is guardian, are
passing a few weeks in Brighton. They are a charming family. I wish my
father's health would permit my bringing you acquainted with them."
"It is impossible," said his mother, sighing, "for besides that the
health of your dear father is in a very precarious state, I fear that
he has something heavy at his heart; he is much altered, Jack, within
the last few months; his rest is disturbed, and indeed it is only by
powerful opiates that he obtains any, and by them alone the smallest
exhiliration of spirits."
"His wound is no doubt very painful, my dear madam," replied the
son, "but we will hope that change of scene, and strict attention to
the advice of the medical gentlemen who attend him, will in time
At that moment the Colonel's bell summoned his servant, and the
mother of Franklin flew to the apartment of her husband, to strive to
alleviate his sufferings by her tenderness and cheer him by her
"Where was I, Julia," said the Colonel, "when that faintness seized
"At the Library near the Stiene, my dear. Do you not recollect the
interesting girl who presented her smelling bottle?"
The Colonel put his hand to his head, spoke a few words in an under
voice, and leaning back on a sofa on which he was seated, closed his
eyes, and his wife continuing silent he dropped into a perturbed
"We will return to London," said he on awaking; "we will set off
to-morrow, and then make an excursion to Margate and Ramsgate; from
thence to Bellevue, where we will finish the summer."
"Why not go to your sister's for a few weeks? she will be much
disappointed if we do not make her a visit this season."
"What, to Hampshire? no! no! I cannot go to Hampshire."
The next morning, Mr. Franklin having breakfasted with and taken
leave of his parents, they set off from Brighton, where they had been
but three days, in the vain hope that another place would contribute to
restore the health and spirits of the Colonel.
As the delicacy of every member of Mr. Matthew's family forbade the
smallest recurrence to the rencontre in the library with the invalid
officer who, they had learnt, was the father of Lieutenant Franklin,
when two days after he mentioned the departure of his parents from
Brighton, no remark was made, but the kind wish offered that his health
might soon be restored.
The officers upon duty at Brighton having received many civilities
from numerous families of distinction, temporary residents there,
determined, as it drew near the close of the season, to give a splendid
ball. Mr. Matthews' family were among the invited guests. Lady Mary was
wild with delight, even Lucy felt somewhat exhilirated at the idea of a
ball where all the splendor and fashion of the place would assemble,
and where it was expected some personages of exalted rank would make
Aura Melville was the most stoical of the trio, though it must be
confessed her heart did palpitate a little quicker than usual, when
Edward Ainslie requested to be her partner the two first dances.—
Perhaps those quickened pulsations will in some measure account for the
perfect indifference with which she had listened to all her admirers.
Balls in anticipation, and indeed in reality are very pleasant to
those engaged in them, but most insufferably dull in detail. It will
therefore be sufficient to say that our three orphans enjoyed
themselves extremely well.
The attentions of Franklin to Lucy were very pointed. So much so,
that Mr. Matthews was resolved should they continue, and the Lieutenant
follow them into Hampshire, to call upon him for an explanation of his
intentions, and candidly state to him Miss Blakeney's real situation;
in order that should an union take place, such settlements might be
made as should secure to her independence for life, whatever events
might hereafter happen.
The morning after the ball Lady Mary held forth for a full hour upon
the splendid appearance, gallant manners, and evident admiration of a
young baronet, who had danced, flirted, and flattered, till he had
stirred up a strange commotion in her little vain heart. Lucy heard her
and smiled. Aura smiled too, but it was with a look of arch meaning,
while she replied to the often repeated question of,
"Do you not own he is very handsome?"
"Why, yes, as far as tolerable features, good eyes and teeth, with
more than tolerable dress goes, I think he is passable; but my dear
Lady Mary, he has no noble blood in his veins: his Grandfather was only Lord Mayor of London, and you know you told me your mother
would not rest in her grave if you matched with aught below nobility.
Now, Sir Stephen Haynes's father and his father before him, were only
stationers and booksellers— and who knows, my pretty Mary—Lady
Mary, I beg your pardon—who knows but this very Sir Stephen Haynes,
may on the female side be a collateral descendant of the renowned
Whittington, who made such a fortunate voyage to St. Helena with his cat."
"How do you know it was to St. Helena, Aura?" said Mr. Matthews
looking up, for he had been reading in the parlour where the young
folks were talking over the events of the preceding evening.
"Oh! I only surmised, sir, because I read in some geographical work
that the island of St. Helena was infested with rats, so that the
inhabitants could neither raise or preserve grain of any kind upon it,
in which case, a cat must have been a very valuable animal."
Lady Mary would have left the parlour in a pet, but that she hoped
the Baronet would call in the course of the morning. He did so, and
exercised the art of flattery so successfully, that Mary Lumley totally
forgot the expressions of her dying mother, about her degrading herself
by a plebeian marriage, and began to think she could be well content to
be Lady Mary Haynes, though her husband was not a sprig of nobility.
Mr. Matthews had the interest and happiness of each of the orphans
under his guardianship much at heart. He thought that Mary Lumley had
many good natural qualities; he saw that they had been injured by the
injudicious conduct of her mother; he had endeavoured to rectify some
of her romantic notions and in some measure he had succeeded, but he
knew enough of human nature, to be quite aware that when love and
romance unite in the mind of a volatile young woman, there is scarcely
a possibility of restraining her from taking her own way. Yet he felt
it his duty to inquire into the circumstances of the Baronet.
In three months Lady Mary would be her own mistress, and though her
fortune was but trifling, yet settled on herself it might secure to her
those comforts and conveniencies of life to which she had ever been
accustomed. He found upon inquiry, that Sir Stephen Haynes, though the
only son of a wealthy city knight, had pretty well dissipated his
patrimony, and of the many thousand pounds and hundred acres he had
inherited from his father, all that remained was Walstead Hall, a
handsome seat in Wiltshire, with gardens, pinery, and farms for
pasturage and tillage annexed, but which was deeply mortgaged; so that
his whole income at that period would not amount to seven hundred
pounds a year.
"Mary Lumley has good sense," said he to himself, "I will speak to
her upon this momentous subject. For what will her seven thousand
pounds do? It will not clear him of incumbrances, and when it is gone,
what is she to do? Mary," said he, addressing her one morning when she
was alone with him in the breakfast parlour, "does this young man, who
is such a favourite with you, aspire to your hand?"
"He loves me, sir," replied she, "he has a noble estate in
Wiltshire, is the only son of a good family, and is willing to make any
honourable arrangements previous to our union."
"You have then agreed to accept him?"
Lady Mary looked foolish. "I—I—have not refused him, sir."
"Well Mary, allow me to tell you that he is a bankrupt in both
fortune and character. He has lost large sums at the gaming table, has
associated with abandoned women, and unprincipled men. Can you hope for
happiness in an union with such a person?"
"He may, and I have no doubt will reform, sir."
"May is barely possible,
will hardly probable. Men who
in early life have associated with profligate women, form their opinion
of the sex in general, from that early knowledge. They will not believe
any woman capable of resisting temptation, or practising self denial on
principle, because they have found dissolute wives, and easy conquests
in young women who are void of religion and virtue. Such men, Mary, may
from passion, or from interest, protest that they love you:—But, the
passion gratified, the interested motives either complied with or
disappointed ('tis of no consequence which) the stimulus loses its
force, and the ardent lover sinks into the domestic tyrant, or the
"I cannot think, sir," said Lady Mary, "that Sir Stephen will
degenerate into either."
"I would hope, Mary Lumley," he replied, "that you will not take a
step of such consequence to your future peace as a matrimonial union,
without exercising, not only your own understanding, but consulting me,
the guardian under whom you were placed, and whose knowledge of the
world will enable him to direct you to avoid those rocks and quicksands
on which the voyagers of youth and inexperience are liable to be
wrecked. I am very earnest in this cause, I know the delicacy with
which you have been brought up, I am well acacquainted with the
dangerous, I had almost said weak sensibility to which you too
frequently yield. It is my duty as your guardian, to take care that a
proper settlement be made before you are married."
"I shall not marry directly, sir," said she, "and I believe in a
short period the law will consider me of an age to dispose of my own
person, and take care of my own interest."
"That is very true," said Mr. Matthews, with a sigh, "but let me
conjure you, Lady Mary, not to be precipitate. Consult your friends. Be
advised by those who love you. Ill could you support the deprivations a
dissipated, heartless husband may bring upon you: dreadful would be the
pangs that would agonize your heart, when that husband should treat
with contempt and coldness, the woman he now pretends to idolize."
"I cannot believe either possible, sir."
"May you never find the suggestions realized, my poor child. I will
however see Sir Stephen, and speak to him," continued Mr. Matthews.
"I must beg you will not," said the young lady petulantly, "Sir
Stephen's views must be disinterested. What is my paltry fortune to his
estates and possessions? he says he does not want a shilling with me."
"Then, Mary, let him prove the truth of his assertion by settling
the whole of your fortune on yourself."
"What, sir, when his mind is so liberal, shall I prove myself a
narrow minded selfish wretch, who has no confidence in the man she is
about to make her husband? No, sir, when I make him master of my
person, I shall also give him possession of my property, and I trust he
is of too generous a disposition ever to abuse my confidence." Lady
Mary left the room almost in tears, and Mr. Matthews in order to
compose his temper, which had been somewhat irritated by this
unpleasant discussion, walked towards the Stiene.
"What is the matter, Lady Mary," said Miss Blakeney, as she
encountered her young associate on the stairs.
"Oh nothing very particular; only my guardian has been lecturing me
about Haynes: as if a young woman nearly twenty-one was not competent
to conduct herself and judge of her own actions."
"Why, as to that," replied Lucy, smiling, as they entered the
drawing room together, "some women are not adequate to the task at
forty: but jesting aside, I sincerely hope you will not take any
decided step in this business contrary to the advice of Mr. Matthews.
You have scarcely known Sir Stephen Haynes a fortnight, and are almost
a stranger to his temper, habits and principles."
"You are nearly as much a stranger to Lieutenant Franklin, and yet I
do not think that you would refuse him if he offered himself."
"You are mistaken, Lady Mary, I have no idea of romantic
attachments, and laugh when I hear of love at first sight. I should
never accept of any man without the approbation of Mr. Matthews and my
guardian, Sir Robert Ainslie; and I must have taken leave of my senses,
before I should enter into engagements with a young man not quite
twenty, for I understand Mr. Franklin is nearly a year younger than
Here the conversation was interrupted by the entrance of the elder
ladies and Aura Melville; pleasurable engagements occupied the
remainder of the day, and no incident of consequence took place while
they continued at Brighton.
About the middle of September, they returned to their delightful
residence near Southampton, and for two months, Ainslie, Haynes, and
Franklin, appeared not in the family circle. The first attended his
father to London; the second was on the turf, dashing away upon the
credit of intending soon to marry Lady Mary Lumley, whom he represented
as a rich heiress; and the third confined to Brighton by his remaining
term of duty.
CHAPTER VII. FOLLY—RECTITUDE—A
VISIT TO SERJEANT BLANDFORD.
"Where in the world can Mary Lumley be," said Mrs. Cavendish, as the
evening drew in, and the chill air of October reminded the inmates of
Mr. Matthews' mansion, that no one could be walking for pleasure at
that hour. Lady Mary had gone out in the morning expressing her
intention of spending the day with Miss Brenton. Now as it was
customary for Mrs. Brenton's servant to attend the young lady home if
she staid to a late hour, the family did not feel much alarmed until
ten o'clock approached. Mr. Matthews broke off a game of chess he was
playing with Lucy, and looked at his watch, Aura paced the room, and
the two elder ladies expressed much uneasiness.
At length a ring at the gate made them start. Mr. Matthews in his
anxiety preceded the servant to the door, and was well convinced by the
precipitate retreat of the person who accompanied Lady Mary that it was
no menial; nay, he fancied that he saw him kiss her hand, as he opened
the door for her admittance.
"You are imprudent, Mary," said the anxious guardian, "to be out so
late on this chilly evening, and with such slight covering. Who was the
person who parted from you at the door?"
"A gentleman who dined at Mrs. Brenton's."
"And does Lady Mary Lumley allow herself to be escorted the distance
of nearly a mile in an unfrequented road, at this hour, by a stranger?"
"He was no stranger to Mrs. Brenton, sir."
"Nor to you, Mary, or I am mistaken."—
"I have seen him before," said she, hesitating, "I have met him
several times," and taking a light from the sideboard where several
were placed, she left the room.
"Mary will throw herself away," said Mrs. Matthews.
"Then she must abide the consequences," replied Mrs. Cavendish."
"Ah, much I fear," rejoined her sister, "the punishment will exceed
the offence. That, may be committed in a moment of romantic folly; but
the bitter repentance that will succeed, may last through a long and
Soon after Christmas, which no circumstances whatever would have
prevented Mr. Matthews from celebrating in his own mansion and at his
own church, the family removed to London, where a handsome ready
furnished house in Southampton street, Bloomsbury Square, had been
taken for them by Sir Robert Ainslie. Here Sir Stephen Haynes renewed
his visits, but generally took care to call when he was sure of meeting
other company, and assiduously avoided giving Mr. Matthews an
opportunity of speaking to him alone. His manners to Lady Mary were
polite, but distant, and her guardian began to surmise that he had
altered his plans, and had some wealthier prize in view; he was
therefore thrown off his guard, and determined to take no further
notice of the subject to his fair ward.
The seventeenth of February was Lady Mary's birth day, that ardently
desired day which freed her from the trammels of restraint, and made
her, as she joyously expressed it, when Lucy and Aura affectionately
kissed her and gave their congratulations, a free and independent agent.
"Then," said Aura, seriously, "I hope you will remain so at least
for some years: enjoy this liberty you seem to prize so much; for, be
assured there are shackles much less endurable than the salutary
restraints of the excellent Mr. Matthews and his revered wife and
sister, and not so easily thrown off."
At one o'clock, the writings necessary being prepared, Lady Mary was
put in possession of her little fortune. When all was finished, Mrs.
Matthews expressed her hope that she would remain in their family at
least during the ensuing summer. She answered, formally, that "she had
not yet determined how she should dispose of herself; she should remain
with them during the time she staid in London, and then in all
probability make a visit to her friend Miss Brenton."
About three weeks after this event, Lieutenant Franklin made a short
visit to London, paid his respects to Lucy and her guardian's family,
lamented that his father's ill health obliging him to pass the winter
in Bath, he could not have the pleasure of making her acquainted with
persons she was prepared so highly to esteem. "And for myself, Miss
Blakeney," continued he, "I shall not be so happy as to see you above
once more, as I have only a fortnight's leave of absence, and must
devote the larger part of that time to attentions to my suffering
father, and in striving to soothe and cheer the depressed spirits of my
mother. But in June, I hope, my dear sir," turning to Mr. Matthews, "to
be permitted to pay my respects to you in Hampshire."
Mr. Matthews expressed the pleasure it would give him to see him
there, reflecting at the same time that at the period of the intended
visit, he should decide upon the conduct to be observed in developing
his intentions towards Lucy.
It was now determined that before Easter, Mr. Matthews and his
family should return to their pleasant residence near Southampton. Lucy
and Aura were delighted to leave London and return to inhale the sweets
of the opening Spring and invigorating breezes from the sea. Lady Mary
appeared indifferent; but three days before their intended departure,
she shewed Miss Blakeney a letter which she had received from Miss
Brenton, which stated that she was going to pass Easter with an aunt
who lived near Windsor, and entreated Lady Mary to accompany her.
"I never was at Windsor, Miss Blakeney, and I should like to see
that celebrated castle. I have heard my poor mother talk of it."
As Lady Mary pronounced the words,
poor mother, a deep blush
suffused her face and neck, and her voice faltered almost to a sob, as
she finished the sentence. Lucy Blakeney did not want discernment; she
looked earnestly at Lady Mary, and catching her hand, said tenderly,
"But do not go to see it now, dear Mary, go with us into Hampshire,
and I promise you when I am of age, which you know will be soon, we
will make a most delectable excursion, take dear Guardy and
Ma-Matthews, majestic Mrs. Cavendish and our lively Aura, and setting
out in search of adventures, storm Windsor Castle in the course of our
route; and you shall repeat all your lamented mother told you, for you
know she was better acquainted with history than we are, especially
when it was any thing concerning Kings and Princes, Dukes and Lords."
Now all this was said in a playful good humoured manner: But at her
heart Lucy feared this excursion with Miss Brenton would lead to no
"I cannot retract my promise, dear Lucy," said Mary, in a soft
tremulous voice, "Miss Brenton will be in town to-night, and will call
for me to-morrow as she proceeds to Windsor."
"Would it not have been as well to have consulted"— Lucy would
have proceeded, but Lady Mary stopped her with, "I cannot consent to
ask leave of the stiff Mr. Matthews, his precise Lady, and the
dictatorial Mrs. Cavendish."
"Oh fie! Lady Mary," replied Lucy, with something of sternness in
her voice: "can you forget the parental kindness they have shewn you
for five years past? You will say, perhaps, the interest of your
fortune, paid for your board, &c. True, those pecuniary debts were
amply discharged. But who can repay the debt of gratitude due to those
who cultivate the best feelings of the heart, and direct the
understanding to the highest sources of improvement, whose precept and
example go hand in hand to lead inexperienced youth into the path of
"I never shall forget what I owe them, Miss Blakeney," she replied,
"but I cannot consent to solicit permission to do what I like, and go
where I please, from persons who, however good in their way, have no
right now to control me. I shall myself mention my intention to the
family, at the breakfast table to-morrow morning. Miss Brenton will
commence her journey about noon, and will call for me; in the mean time
I must beg it as a favour, you will not disclose this conversation to
When she had left the room, Lucy stood for a moment irresolute what
course to pursue. "It will do no good," said she mentally, "to distress
the family by mentioning this intended excursion, which however they
may disapprove, they cannot prevent; and perhaps I judge too hardly of
Lady Mary, when I think there is some other point in view than merely
visiting Windsor Castle." Thus resolving upon silence, she joined the
family at dinner, and found, to her surprise, that Lady Mary had
complained of a head ache and requested to have some trifling
refreshment in her own apartment.
The next morning at breakfast, no Lady Mary appeared, and when the
footman was desired to send one of the female servants to call her, he
"Lady Mary is not in the house."
"Not in the house?" cried Mr. Matthews, starting from his chair,
"poor stray lamb, I fear the shepherd too easily gave up his trust, and
thou wilt return no more to the fold."
Mrs. Matthews turned deathly pale, and leaned back in her chair.
"It is no more than I expected," said Mrs. Cavendish, drawing
herself up and taking a cup of tea from the trembling hand of Aura.
"Be not too much alarmed," said Lucy Blakeney, "I believe Lady Mary
was engaged in a pleasurable excursion to Windsor, with Miss Brenton,
who arrived in town last evening, and was proceeding thither to visit
her aunt. She mentioned it to me yesterday, but said they should not
leave town till noon, and that at breakfast she would take leave of the
family. Perhaps her friend went earlier than she expected, and Mary
Lumley did not like to have the family disturbed, but I have no doubt
she has left some letter or message."
"Lady Mary left the house at four o'clock in the morning," said the
footman, "she went out through the area, because she was afraid of
making a noise to alarm any one, the chaise did not draw up to the
house, but stood at the bottom of the street. Betty, the house maid,
took her bandbox, and I carried her trunk, when on her jumping in I saw
she was received by a gentleman, and a lady seemed to be in the farther
corner. There were four horses to the chaise, and a groom in livery
followed it on horseback. `To Windsor,' said the gentleman, as the door
was shut, and they went off like lightning."
"Call Betty, this instant," said Mr. Matthews. Betty appeared.
"Where is Lady Mary Lumley gone?" said he.
"To Windsor, with her friend Miss Brenton," she replied, pertly.
"Did she leave no letter or message, girl?"
"Lawes me, yes, there is a letter up stairs for you, I believes."
"Go fetch it, instantly."
"Stop," said he, when the girl gave him a sealed billet, "why did
you assist her out of the house in so clandestine a manner? Why not
boldly open the front door, have the carriage drawn up, and call one of
my servants to have adjusted her baggage, and if necessary to have
proceeded with her?"
"'Cause the poor dear lady cried, and said you and my ladies there
wanted to make a slave of her, when she was as free to act for herself
as you was, and if you knew of her going you would try to stop her."
"'Tis well, go!" said Mr. Matthews, waving his hand. Betty withdrew
with an impertinent toss of her head, and Mr. Matthews opened the
letter. It ran thus:
I am sensible you will blame the step I am about to take, but I
cannot be happy unless as the wife of Sir Stephen Haynes. Before you
will receive this, I shall be considerably advanced on the road to
Scotland, not that, being my own mistress, any one has a right to
control me, but I dreaded expostulation, shuddered at the idea of
published banns, or a formal wedding by license, with settlements,
lawyers, and parchments. These things have, I believe, little to do
"But they have a great deal to do with prudence, I conceive," said
the agitated Rector, pausing a moment from the perusal of the letter.
"Sir Stephen," he at length proceeded, "has promised to settle half
his fortune on me, as a voluntary act of gratitude after I am his wife,
and in return for this liberality I have given my little fortune into
his hands. He talks of purchasing a peerage, and I begin to have
different ideas of nobility since he has convinced me that all by
nature are equal, and that distinctions have been always purchased by
some means or other; and what matter is it whether by fighting for the
rights of the monarch, or by advancing money to supply his necessities.
"My dear friend Miss Brenton accompanies me to Scotland, I shall,
after a short tour, visit her in Hampshire, then, having taken a view
of Sir Stephen's place in Wiltshire, and given our orders for repairs,
new furnishing, &c. we shall make an excursion of a few months to the
continent. On our return we shall pay our respects to you in Hampshire,
and solicit a visit from any of the inmates of your mansion who may
feel disposed so to honour us. I beg you to accept my thanks for your
care of my interest and happiness, although we happened not to think
alike upon the latter subject, and make my acknowledgments to Mrs.
Matthews and the other ladies of the family for their kind attentions.
I am, Sir, with Respect and Esteem,
Mr. Matthews folded the letter. "The die is east," said he, "poor
Mary Lumley, thou art fallen into bad hands. Settle half his fortune!
according to the course he has pursued, by this time he may not have an
acre of land, or a single guinea he can call his own.—That Miss
Brenton has been of great injury to the unfortunate girl, for nothing
can be more prejudicial to a young woman of strong imagination and ill
regulated feelings, than those kind of artificial friendships and
tender confidences, where flattery is substituted for real affection,
and mutual self-complacency for disinterested attachment; where self
willed folly is dignified with the name of enthusiastic liberality of
sentiment, and the excitement of gratified vanity is mistaken for
unchangeable, exalted love; such, I am persuaded, was the only
friendship that subsisted between Julia Brenton, and our thoughtless
Mary Lumley, and by her she has been led on to adopt the idea of "All
for Love or the World well lost," and to act upon that mischievous, I
could almost say dissolute principle."
"I always knew Lady Mary to be vain and thoughtless, and from the
romantic bias given to her early ideas easily led and highly
enthusiastic," said Aura Melville, "but I do believe her mind is pure."
"There is the misery of it!" said Mr. Matthews, sighing, "for when
that pure mind shall discover that it has allied itself to sensuality
and profligacy, that it has chosen for its associate a being who will
divide his time between jockeys and gamesters; and that he is never so
happy as when in company with men and women of low breeding and gross
conversation, what must it feel?"
No answer was made. The breakfast was removed almost untasted; no
steps however could be taken to prevent this ill starred union. Mr.
Matthews walked to Sir Robert Ainslie's, and discovered that the whole
of Lady Mary's fortune had been the day before withdrawn from his
hands, where it had been placed by her guardian on delivering up his
trust, by an order under her own signature."
"What, all? principal and the few hundreds of interest I had saved
for her, that she might have a little store to supply her purse upon
coming of age?"
"All," replied Sir Robert, "I was not aware of the circumstance till
this morning, and was preparing to call on you when you were announced.
The order was in favour of Julia Brenton. There was no authority by
which we could refuse to pay it."
"Certainly not," said Mr. Matthews, "but she has ruined herself."
The second morning after this very painful occurrence, Mr. Matthews'
family set off towards home, where they arrived in safety, and with
real pleasure took possession of their old apartments, and began to
pursue their usual avocations in that beloved mansion, reading,
working, walking, arranging their plants and flowers, in the garden,
and greenhouse, and occasionally riding round the country, accompanied
by their paternal friend the Rector.
Mr. Matthews took an early opportunity to call on Mrs. Brenton, but
the old lady knew nothing of her daughter's plans, had received but one
letter from her since her departure. That indeed was dated from
Windsor, but she appeared totally ignorant of the marriage of Lady
Mary, or the active part her daughter had taken in the affair.
Lucy and Aura recommenced their rambles to the cottages of their
poor neighbours, nor was the old sergeant forgotten, and be it known,
that though Miss Blakeney sometimes thought that June would increase
their party, yet was she never heard to complain of the leaden wings of
time, or to sigh profoundly, and look interestingly sentimental.
The latter end of June brought Sir Robert Ainslie's family to their
seat in Hampshire, and a few days after, Lieutenant Franklin, to visit
his friend Edward.
"Lucy, my love," said Mr. Matthews, a few days after the arrival of
these young men in their neighbourhood, "Will you candidly answer me
one question, and seriously make me one promise?"
"I will answer any question you may please to make, very honestly,
my dear sir," said she smiling, "and as to promises, I am convinced you
would require none but what was meant to secure my happiness."
"Now, my good girl, to put you to the test, has Mr. Franklin ever
made any professions to you, or sought more than by general attentions
to engage your affections?"
"Never, sir, Mr. Franklin never uttered a syllable to me that could
be construed into any thing more than that politeness and gallantry
which gentlemen of his profession think incumbent upon them to pay to
our sex." A slight blush tinged her face as she spoke.
"But, my dear Lucy, have you never thought those polite gallantries,
as you term them, were sometimes a little particular?"
"The thought"—she replied with a little hesitation. "But pray do
not think me a vain girl, I have thought his looks and manner said more
than his words."
"Good, ingenuous girl," said the Rector, "and you would not be
displeased if you found yourself the object of his affection.—Well,
well," he continued, "I will not insist on an answer to this last
question. But now to your promise."
"Name it, sir."
"It is that you will enter into no engagements of a matrimonial kind
till you have seen your twenty-first birth day. I have a letter in my
possession written by your grandfather in the last hour of his life. It
was designed to be delivered to you when your minority ended; you
surely remember how very suddenly that good man was called out of time
"Can I ever forget it?" replied Lucy, with emotion. "He had retired
to his study as all imagined for a few hours repose, which it was his
custom to take of an afternoon, and was found dead in his easy chair, I
think I was told with a written paper before him, and the pen still
between his fingers."
"It was so, my child, I was in the house at the time, where I
arrived after he had retired, and that paper was an unfinished letter
to you. Promise me, therefore, Lucy, that you will enter into no
serious engagements till you have read that letter."
"I do promise most solemnly, and also voluntarily add, that every
behest in the letter of that dear lamented parent, shall be adhered to
"I know I can depend on you," replied Mr. Matthews, "and am
A few days after this conversation, Franklin having taken his tea at
the Rectory, proposed a walk, and Aura being engaged in some domestic
concerns which Mrs. Matthews had requested her to see performed, Lucy
accepted the invitation. "I will take this young soldier to the cottage
of my old friend Serjeant Blandford," said she to Mr. Matthews, "and he
shall tell him some of his famous stories, and fight over his battles."
It was a very fine evening, but as the sun descended, a dark cloud
received the glorious orb, which as it shrouded his beams, transfused
their radiance to itself, making the edges of its deep purple tint
flame with gold and crimson.
"That cloud foretels a shower, I think," said Lucy, as approaching
the old man's dwelling she turned her eyes for the first time towards
the declining sun.
"It will not come on very rapidly," said Franklin."
"We will make a short visit to the old soldier," said she. Then
looking stedfastly at the advancing cloud, she continued, "That cloud
is an emblem of misfortune overwhelming for a while the virtuous
person; which though for a time it may prevent their general
usefulness, and obscure the splendor of their actions, cannot entirely
hide their brilliancy, but catches as it were a glory from the radiance
it partially obscures."
"Or rather," said Franklin, "it is like a veil thrown over the face
of a beautiful woman, which shades but cannot diminish her loveliness."
Before they reached old Blandford's hut, the cloud had spread
rapidly and large drops of rain had fallen, so that Lucy's muslin dress
was but a poor defence, and was easily wet through. She had thrown a
black lace mantle over her shoulders when she began her walk, but
pulling it off as she rushed into the house, and at the same time
divesting her head of a straw cottage bonnet, her redundant hair fell
over her face and shoulders.
"Bless me, is it you, Miss Blakeney?" said the old man, rising and
supporting himself with his crutch.
"Yes, it is, good Blandford, and finely wet I am, but I use myself
so much to all changes of atmosphere that I do not fear taking cold. I
walked very fast when it began to rain, and am incommoded by the heat.
So let me sit down, and give me a draught of water."
"Drink sparingly," said Franklin.
At the sound of his voice old Blandford started, and looking first
at one and then at the other, asked,
"Who is this, Miss Lucy?
"My name is Franklin," said the lieutenant, "and I come to visit an
old brother soldier." He then presented the veteran his hand, who
gazing earnestly on him exclaimed, "I could almost have sworn that you
were—but I'm an old fool, it is impossible— and this dear lady has
often made me think I had seen her face before, though not till this
moment could I bring to mind whom she was so like. But just as she is
now, only paler and in great distress, I once saw"—he paused—
"Saw whom?" said Lucy.
"It is a melancholy story, Miss, and you will not like to hear it,
"I have no objection to hear it, if it is not very long, for the
rain is almost over, and the moment it ceases, we must set off toward
Blandford stretched out his disabled leg, rested his chin on the
handle of his crutch, and thus began.—
"You know, Miss Blakeney, I served abroad several years, and got my
wound fighting with the—."
"Well, never mind, you have told me all that before, now to your
"Why, Miss, it was one cold night about the end of October, 1774, I
was but a private then, when as I had been to the Colonel's quarters
for orders, as I went from the door, a poor shivering young creature,
her face pale as death, and nothing over her but a thin white gown, and
a black something, like that you threw off just now, though the snow
was falling fast, and the wind was very bleak."
Just then Mr. Matthews' carriage drove up to the cottage, and a
request was delivered to Miss Blakeney that she would return in it, as
her friends feared she might take cold. The sergeant was therefore
obliged te break off his story, when it was scarcely begun, Lucy saying,
"You shall tell it me some other time, my good Blandford, but now
Lieutenant Franklin handed her into the coach, bowing as he
laughingly said, "A soldier is not afraid of the damp arising from a
trifling shower, so I shall walk back to Sir Robert Ainslie's."
This delicate conduct was not lost upon Miss Blakeney, and raised
the young man in the estimation of Mr. Matthews.
A short time after this, Mr. Franklin openly made a declaration of
his sentiments to Lucy, who referred him to her guardian for the reason
why she could not give a decided answer till her twenty-first birth day
was passed. When Franklin heard that Miss Blakeney was in reality a
wealthy heiress, instead of the dependant orphan he had depicted in his
own mind, and found that he must adopt her name or relinquish her
fortune, he felt something like hesitation; he had already laid aside
his own family name and assumed that of his grandfather.
"I will be candid, my dear sir," said he, "happiness to me appears
unattainable unless in a union with Miss Blakeney, but I must consult
my father, and I fear he will never consent to my changing the
venerated name I now bear for any other. You know fortune has not been
an object with me, for I loved and would have married your ward, though
she had nothing but her invaluable self to bestow: but I cannot
reconcile it to my own sense of integrity to despoil her of so fair an
independence, which entitles her to those appendages and elegancies,
which my moderate fortune could not afford."
"You are a worthy young man," said Mr. Matthews, "persevere in this
course of integrity, and perhaps things may turn out so, as to obviate
these difficulties. At any rate you will avoid self reproach, and
happiness is so hardly attainable in this world, that it would be a
pity while too eagerly pursuing it, to run the risk of mingling gall
with the honey."
When Franklin took leave of Lucy, she held out her hand, and he
pressed it to his lips. Her eyes were evidently full, while with a
tremulous voice she said,
"Remember I have entered into no engagements, and whatever the
import of my grandfather's letter may be, I am firmly resolved to abide
by his directions. You have requested leave to commence a
correspondence; you must allow me to decline it. It could be of no
service. When the time comes that I shall see this formidable letter,
you shall hear either from Mr. Matthews or myself the result: and let
that be what it may, I shall ever retain a most grateful sense of your
disinterested attachment, and if no nearer tie can ever connect us, I
shall ever regard you as a friend and brother."
She then hastily left the room and shut herself in her own
apartment, to give vent to feelings she was unwilling to have
witnessed, though she was unable to suppress. Franklin returned to Sir
Robert Ainslie's, from whence, at an early hour next morning, he
departed with his young friend for London.
CHAPTER VIII. UNPLEASANT
Though Sir Stephen Haynes had proposed to the credulous Lady Mary
the delightful excursions which she stated in her letter to Mr.
Matthews, he never seriously intended any other excursion than the one
that made him master of her fortune, and indeed could he have obtained
possession of that without incumbering himself with her person, he
would gladly have done it. When however the hymeneal knot was tied, and
the romantic, thoughtless girl had paid him the seven thousand pounds,
he carelessly asked her if she had reserved any for her own use. Miss
Brenton, who was present, not giving her friend time to speak, answered
for her, "Certainly, Sir Stephen, Lady Mary has retained a trifle for
her pocket expenses, till you have the settlements properly adjusted,
and can pay her first quarter."
Sir Stephen looked out of the window and began to whistle. Miss
Brenton laid her finger on her lip, looking earnestly at Lady Mary to
impose silence upon her, for the truth was she had persuaded her to
retain five hundred pounds, which was the sum Mr. Matthews had
mentioned as having laid by for her, during her minority.
"It will be time enough to talk of these things when we have been to
Wiltshire," said the new made bride. "Sir Stephen will then make his
own generous arrangements, and I shall not have occasion for much money
till I get to London, when I must have an entire new wardrobe, have the
few jewels my mother left me more fashionably set—You will have a new
carriage, I presume, Sir Stephen," addressing her husband, "and new
"I don't know that I shall have either, madam," said he. It was the
first time he had ever addressed her by the formal title of madam. She
looked at him and her colour varied, but thinking he might suppose that
she wished to hurry to London, she said,
"I did not mean that we should go directly there, if we are only
there time enough to have every thing ready for the birth day, when I
shall expect to be presented by some of my mother's relations."
"Then you will be disappointed," he replied, sharply, "for, I do not
think I shall go to London at all. It is a devilish expensive place,
and you cannot suppose that your fortune entitles you to form such
expectations, however your ladyship's rank may be."
"I never deceived you in regard to my fortune, Sir Stephen," she
answered, her lip beginning to quiver, and a choaking sensation to
arise in her throat.
"But I suppose you knew that your accommodating friend there had
done it; she represented your fortune more than quadruple the paltry
sum you have given me."—
"I have given you all, Sir Stephen," said she, "and had it been a
thousand times as much, would have given it as freely." She hid her
face with her handkerchief, and burst into an hysterical sob.
"Oh, pray don't let us have a crying match so early in the honey
moon," said he, "I hate whimpering, it spoils a pretty face and makes
an ugly one detestable." He snatched up his hat, and sauntered out.
It may be easily imagined what a young woman of such uncontrollable
feelings as Lady Mary, must have endured, at this discovery of the
selfish disposition of a man to whom she had entrusted her all of
fortune, her all of earthly felicity—she threw herself into the arms
of Miss Brenton and exclaimed,
"Theresa, why have you done this? I thought him disinterested, I
thought he loved me for myself, why, why did you lead him to
think"—"My dear Mary," said Miss Brenton soothingly, "how can you
blame me? I did not know the extent of your fortune, you were reputed
an heiress, your guardian never contradicted the report, and knowing
how immensely rich Sir Stephen was left by his father, I rejoiced in
the prospect of seeing my dear friend, so amiable, so lovely, united to
a man able to add to her exalted rank the gifts of fortune. And when I
knew your sensitive heart was engaged by him, I thought in promoting
your union, I was promoting your happiness."
"Forgive my petulance, Theresa," said Lady Mary, drying her eyes,
"but what must I do, how must I conduct myself?"
Let it be remembered that Lady Mary was but a wife of three days,
for on their return from Scotland they had stopped at Alnwick in
Northumberland, where so much of antiquity and ancient splendor were to
be seen, connected with historic tales of chivalry and renown, that
Mary Lumley, as she passed through it on her imprudent expedition, had
expressed a wish to stop on her return, and view the castle, the gates
of the town, and other objects, to which her enthusiastic spirit of
romance, had given the highest interest.
Accordingly, on the second night of their retrograde journey, they
stopped at an old fashioned but well attended comfortable inn, in the
ancient town of Alnwick; not very far from the beautiful seat so long
descended from father to son in the noble family of Percy, of
Northumberland. On the second morning after her arrival there, the
scene took place, which led to the question of "what must I do? how
must I conduct myself?"
"Struggle to suppress your feelings," said Miss Brenton, "when Sir
Stephen returns receive him with composure, and on no account let him
know of the small sum you have retained, for from all I see and hear, I
suspect it will be some time before you gain any thing from him."
Theresa Brenton was an artful, selfish young woman, her mother was a
widow with a small jointure, and Theresa, with a very trifling fortune
of her own, looked round for ways and means to lead a life of case and
affluence, without infringing on a small patrimony inherited from her
father, except to supply the articles of clothing and pocket money. She
had early began to try her talent at flattery upon Lucy Blakeney, but
Lucy had too much sense to be led, or hoodwinked by soft speeches, and
a yielding versatility of manners. She was always polite, and treated
Miss Brenton with that suavity of demeanour which was her general
characteristic; but she could not love her as an associate, nor confide
in her as a friend.
Lady Mary Lumley had been accustomed to the voice of adulation from
her earliest remembrance; she had observed how subservient her
governess always was to the will of her mother; she never contradicted
her, and if at any time she was unreasonably petulant, from ennui, or
irritable nerves, she was always silent, or soothed her into good
humour again. Lady Mary thought this a proof of the strongest
affection; she loved her governess, who was equally indulgent to her
foibles, and glossed them over with the name of amiable weaknesses.
It may be here observed, that a conduct which was kind and
consoling, to a woman formerly followed and courted by an admiring
world, moving in the most splendid circles, indulged in every wish of
her heart, but who was now weak in health, depressed in fortune, and
neglected by that world; it was the height of cruelty to practice
toward a young creature just entering into life.
When after the death of her mother Lady Mary was removed to the
regular well conducted family of Mr. Matthews, where a kind of sedate
cheerfulness went hand in hand with rational amusement and mental
improvement; the change was so great that she was glad to meet a more
congenial associate in Theresa Brenton. The consequence was, that they
became in the language of romantic misses, "sworn friends." Lady
Mary would complain of the formality of Mrs. Cavendish, the strictness
of Mr. Matthews, and the undeviating preciseness of his wife. Miss
Brenton would reply, "I feel for you, my dear Mary, it must be very
painful to your sensitive mind, but be patient, it cannot last forever,
and the time will arrive when, being your own mistress, you can indulge
those amiable sensibilities which throw a fascinating charm around you,
and whilst constituting your own happiness, render you the delight of
all who know you."
In the mean time Theresa Brenton would, when Mary Lumley received
her quarterly allowance, accompany her from pure good nature, on
her shopping expeditions, and when her friend purchased any elegant or
expensive article, would lament, that she had not the power to indulge
herself in any thing beyond usefulness, when often the thoughtless, yet
generous minded Mary, would suffer considerable depredations on her
purse, rather than dear Theresa should feel the want of an article,
that would set off her pretty person so well, but which her confined
finances would not allow her to purchase.
Miss Brenton was herself deceived in regard to Sir Stephen's
fortune, when following Lady Mary from Brighton he contrived to get an
introduction to the family, where he found he could make a staunch
auxiliary by a profusion of protestations and a few showy presents. His
equipage and dress were so elegant, his disregard of expense so
evident, that both Mrs. and Miss Brenton conceived his revenues to be
immense, and Theresa thought by assisting her friend in eluding
her guardian's watchfulness and forming a matrimonial union with Sir
Stephen, she should secure to herself an invitation to pass one winter
at least in London, during which period she might secure an
establishment for herself, and, another season, dash forth, at parties,
balls and routs, at the opera, theatre, or masquerade, as the rival or
superior of her angelic friend Lady Mary Haynes. She therefore
pretended not to know the extent of Lady Mary's fortune, but led the
scheming selfish Baronet to conclude that it was above twenty thousand
Mary Lumley herself would have spurned at such an imposition, but
Mary Lumley never made that mental exertion which is necessary when
persons mean to judge and decide for themselves. She had been blindly
led by the flattery and opinions of Theresa Brenton, and was taught to
believe that in asking for or submitting to the advice of Mr. Matthews,
she was making herself a slave to the will of one who being old and
fastidious, was incapable of deciding upon what would constitute the
happiness of a young and beautiful woman.
But Theresa Brenton in abetting the elopement had overreached
herself. She had no idea that when she received, by Lady Mary's order,
the whole of her little fortune from Sir Robert Ainslie, that the
innocent confiding girl meant to give it unconditionally to her
husband, before he had made the promised settlements, which even at
that time she had no doubt that he had the power to make. But when she
found it impossible to persuade her from so doing, she strongly urged
her to retain the five hundred pounds in her own hands.
When dinner was announced and the ladies met Sir Stephen, Lady Mary
strove to smile, Miss Brenton was remarkably cheerful, and when the
cloth was removed, he made a proposal to visit Alnwick castle that
afternoon. The smiles naturally returned to the face of his bride, and
the carriage being ordered, they proceeded to the stately mansion of
Sir Stephen knew when he made the proposal that some of the family
being at that time in Northumberland, it was not likely that they would
be admitted to view the castle; and when he received for answer on
applying for admittance at the porter's lodge, that there was company
there at present, turning to Lady Mary, he said,
"Well, it can't be helped, but we will take a drive round to view a
little romantic spot which I am sure you will be pleased with; when I
went out this morning, I met a friend I had not seen for many years who
now lives within a short distance of Alnwick, I walked with him to his
house where he resides with his mother, and from thence, on one of his
horses, accompanied him on a ride in this delightful country, where
there is so much to gratify both the taste and the judgment."
As they rode along, Sir Stephen was uncommonly attentive and
entertaining. At an opening from a wood, he pointed out a cottage,
built in the antique style, with a garden gay with early spring flowers
and surrounded by a small patch of ground in which were a variety of
beautiful flowering shrubs, though they now only shewed their under
green leaves. The ladies both exclaimed,
"Well, what a lovely place, it is just a situation to realize the
idea of love in a cottage."
Sir Stephen bade the postillion drive up to the gate.
"Come," said he, "we will alight and get some tea here. There will
be a fine moon this evening, and we shall have a pleasant drive
afterwards." But Miss Brenton observed, "that she thought the road they
had come was very lonely; they had seen but few passengers and those
not very prepossessing in their looks."
"Besides," said Lady Mary, "this is certainly not a house of
"We shall try that," said he, jumping out, and insisting on the
ladies alighting, he led the way up to an old fashioned porch, over
which climbed the woodbine, and sweet brier, just bursting into
vegetation. An elderly woman opened the door and ushered them into a
not inelegant, but small parlour.
"Where is Mr. Craftly?" asked Sir Stephen.
"I expect him in every moment, your honour!" said the woman, whom we
will call Janet, "and he told me should your honour arrive before him,
to shew the ladies their rooms, and obey their orders in every thing."
The ladies were struck almost dumb with astonishment. "Our rooms?
why, are we to remain here all night?" faintly articulated Lady Mary.
"Your lady, Sir Stephen, has no night clothes here," said Miss
Brenton, with rather more firmness of voice, "and how can we be
accommodated in this little place."
"Pho! Theresa," he replied, half jocularly, "don't raise obstacles
where none really exist: I have ordered the trunks to be brought, I did
not like our situation at the Inn, and my friend having offered me the
use of this cottage for a short period, I concluded it would just suit
Lady Mary's taste, and you know you both declared just now it was
exactly the situation to realize the idea of love in a cottage."
"True," said Lady Mary, with a slight degree of acrimony, "but I do
not know how I shall like the cottage without the love."
At this moment Craftly entered, and Sir Stephen taking his arm
walked into the little shrubbery.
"What can this mean, Theresa?" inquired the pale and agitated bride.
Miss Brenton shrugged her shoulders, but remained silent; and they
concluded to go and inspect the apartments.
The cottage consisted of two parlours, a kitchen and four bed
chambers, neatly but not elegantly furnished.
"I won't stay here," said Lady Mary.
"But how shall we get away?" rejoined her companion, "for I believe
the carriage is gone in which we came. But be patient, dear Mary, this
may only be a little frolic of Sir Stephen's to try your temper. Take
no notice, ask no questions, endeavour to be cheerful, and all may be
well yet. He knew your mother's attachment to rank and splendor, he may
fear that you inherit her family pride."
"I wish to Heaven I had!" she ardently replied, "I should never have
fallen into this humiliating situation."
"Well, what is done cannot be undone," said Theresa with a
non-chalance surprizing to her friend.
At tea, though Mary was calm, she could not be cheerful. Miss
Brenton was rather silent and observant. Craftly stayed the evening,
and after supper challenged Sir Stephen to a game at piquet. The ladies
retired to their chambers, where they found their trunks, but on
looking round Lady Mary missed her dressing case, in which were her
jewels and all her money except about twenty-five guineas which were in
She had inquired into the establishment of the cottage, and found it
consisted only of the elderly person she had first seen, who acted as
cook and housekeeper, and a rude country girl, who was to attend the
ladies and take care of the chambers; a half grown boy, to clean knives
and attend at meal times, and a poor old crone who occasionally came to
superintend the garden and grounds. The girl accustomed to early hours,
was gone to bed; the woman thought her work was finished when the
supper table was cleared, and the boy expressed his discontent when he
found he must sit up to wait on the gentlemen.
When, therefore, Lady Mary, on retiring to her room, found no one to
assist her in undressing, or to go to Sir Stephen to inquire for her
dressing case, Miss Brenton, who felt more alarmed than she was willing
to own, snatched up the candle, for there was but one in the apartment,
and without apology, hastened back to the parlour.
"Sir Stephen," said she, throwing open the door, "your lady's
dressing case is not come"
"Well," he replied, "what of that? I suppose she can do without it
for one night, lend her some of your things, Theresa, for I believe they are come."
"They may be, but I was so disturbed upon missing this valuable
case, (for it belonged to your lady's mother, and she prizes it very
highly,) that I did not look for, or even think of my own things."
"Well, well, I dare say it is safe enough, I will see about it
to-morrow, so good Theresa, do go now, and leave us to play our game in
"What a fool I have been, and how I have misled poor Lady Mary,"
said Miss Brenton, mentally, as she ascended the stairs. But
endeavouring to suppress her feelings, and look cheerful as she entered
the room where her friend was undressing, she said,
"The box will be here to-morrow, you must condescend, dear Mary, to
use my dressing apparatus to-night and in the morning, I hope we shall
prevail on Sir Stephen to give up the wild scheme of staying any time
in this cottage, and commence a journey if not to London, at least into
Hampshire, where I am sure my mother will be happy to receive you till
Sir Stephen can look round and settle in a proper habitation."
After a few remarks, not very pleasant to either party, the ladies
separated, but though they retired to bed, sleep visited neither of
them till nearly daylight. When it did overtake them, it was so
profound that they did not wake till after nine in the morning.
Lady Mary on looking round soon perceived Sir Stephen had not been
in bed all night. A vague sensation of desolateness struck upon her
heart: she started up, searched for a bell, no bell was to be found.
She opened the chamber door and called aloud for Theresa, and in a few
moments, wrapped only in a dressing grown, her friend entered the room.
"Sir Stephen has not been in his apartment all night, Theresa, what
can be the meaning of all this?" she exclaimed wildly. Before Miss
Brenton could reply, Janet who had been listening hearing the ladies
speak, came up to say that breakfast had been ready above an hour.
"Where is your Master? good woman," asked Miss Brenton, as calmly as
"My Master? Mr. Craftly, does your Ladyship mean. He walked out with
his honour Sir Stephen, before five o'clock, and said he should not
return to breakfast; but Dora when she was cleaning the parlour where
their honours played cards last night, sawed this bit of paper, but
what it's about we can't tell, for neither she nor I can read joining
Before Janet had finished her harangue, Theresa had snatched the
note from her hand, eagerly broke the seal, and read as follows,
"TO MISS THERESA BRENTON, -
You cannot be surprised, Theresa, after the explanation which took
place between Lady Mary and myself yesterday, that I should declare my
utter inability to make those settlements which I talked of before our
excursion to the north. I must beg you to make my acknowledgments to
the dear generous girl for all marks of favour and kindness bestowed by
her on her unworthy, humble servant, but my finances are in such a
state, that it is totally impossible for me to take a journey to Wilts,
as proposed, or to solicit her company to France, whither I must repair
as speedily as possible, to rusticate; whilst my affairs in England are
put in train to restore me to some comparative degree of affluence. My
friend, Richard Craftly, Esq. has offered the cottage to you and your
lovely friend as long as you may please to occupy it. He is, Miss
Brenton, a man of good abilities, amiable disposition, and possessed
of a small but genteel and unincumbered estate, which upon the death of
his mother will be augmented. He will call on you this afternoon, I recommend him to your notice. My best wishes attend you and your
fair associate Lady Mary.
I am, Dear Theresa, Your Obliged friend, &c. &c.
"Give it me, give me that letter, Theresa!" exclaimed Lady Mary,
snatching it from Miss Brenton. Her frenzied eye glanced rapidly over
its contents, and muttering,
"Friend! associate!—yes, it flashes on my mind, I have no
certificate; he gives me no name. I am undone! undone!—Oh! my
Guardian, my dear! kind Lucy."
The letter fell from her hand, she clasped her fingers tightly
across her forhead, and before the terrified and humane Janet could
step forward to catch her, she fell lifeless on the floor.
CHAPTER X. THE LETTER—THE BIRTH
October had almost expired, Lucy Blakeney began to count the hours
when she should be relieved from the state of suspense which,
notwithstanding her well regulated mind and subdued feelings was very
painful. She had occasionally heard through the Ainslie family of
Franklin's health and that his father still remained in a weak and
sometimes deranged state. Her mind was harassed, she even no longer
took pleasure in visiting Blandford's cottage.
"I cannot account for it, Aura," said she one day to Miss Melville,
"but though my curiosity was awakened by the manner in which the old
sergeant commenced his story, yet I cannot summon resolution to ask him
to tell it me, a certain terror spreads through my frame, and I wish to
hear no more of it till I can hear it in company with Mr. Franklin."
"Alas, and a-well-a-day," replied Aura, laughing, "what a sad thing
this tender something is, which we hardly dare own, and know not how to
"Well, I will not deserve to be laughed at, Aura: for I will act
upon principle, and am resolved to partake and enjoy all the comforts
and innocent pleasures of life that may fall in my path, though one
little thorn should pierce my foot in my pilgrimage."
"Your foot or your heart, Lucy?"
"Why my good Aura, I shall strive to keep it as far from my heart as
"Do you remember, Lucy, what day next Thursday is?" asked Mr.
Matthews, one morning as he sat at breakfast with his family.
"It is my birth day, sir, is it not?"
"Even so, my good little girl," for with Mr. Matthews every thing
that was held very dear by him, was denominated little.
"Well," continued he, "and what shall we do to celebrate the day? I
have no doubt but all the beaus and misses in the envirous of
Southampton, have long been anticipating splendid doings on the day
when Miss Blakeney obtains her majority."
"I mean to have very splendid doings, sir."
"I wonder then, Miss Blakeney, you did not give my brother and
sister intimation of your intent," said Mrs. Cavendish, "that proper
preparations might have been made without the hurry which must now
"Oh, my dear madam," said Aura, "Lucy and I have been busy these two
months past in preparing for this interesting occasion, and indeed our
invitations are already sent out, and every one, I do assure you,
"Very extraordinary conduct, I think," said the consequential old
"I wish you had given a little more time," said Mrs. Matthews,
mildly, "but however we will see what can be done. But what is it to
be? a ball and supper? or a breakfast in fashionable style?"
"Oh neither, madam, though I hope to make some dance, and some sing
who are not much in the habit of doing such things."—
Mrs. Cavendish had taken a large pinch of snuff, and having wiped
the poudre tabac, from her upper lip with one of the finest
coloured silk handkerchiefs, which together with her elegant snuff box
she deposited in a fillagree work basket which always stood beside
her, and opened her delicate white cambric one, and laid it on her lap,
was beginning to speak, when Mr. Matthews said, "These girls are only
playing tricks with us, sister. Lucy no more intends to have a party,
than I intend to take a voyage to the moon."
"Don't you be too sure, my dear sir," said Lucy, laying her hand
playfully on his arm. "I have really invited a party of forty to dine
here on Thursday next, and all I have to ask is that you will lend me
the hall, and that Mrs. Matthews will have the goodness to order John
to lay the cloth in a simple manner for my guests, and permit the cook
and housekeeper for all day on Wednesday to obey my injunctions."
"Well, children," said Mrs. Matthews, "I believe you must have your
way this once. It shall be, Lucy, as you wish."
"But come, Lucy," said Mr. Matthews, "let us somewhat into the
secret; I suspect you will want a little cash to carry your fine plans
"Not a doit, dear sir, till Thursday morning, when I shall want one
hundred pounds, in guineas, half guineas, crowns and half crowns."
"Extravagant baggage," he replied, his fine venerable countenance
glowing with pleasure. "Now tell us the arrangements of the day."
"Oh! they are very simple. You know, my ever venerated Mr. Matthews,
on that day I expect to read a letter, the contents of which will most
probably determine the hue of my future fate." She spoke with
solemnity, and a slight convulsive tremor passed over her intelligent
"If you please, let that letter remain uninvestigated till I retire
for the night. I would enjoy the innocent festivities I have projected
for the day,—and now," she continued with more hilarity of manner, "I
will tell you my plan. About twelve o'clock I expect my guests to begin
to assemble, they will consist of a few of the oldest and most
respected poor of your parish, with children and grandchildren. Aura
and myself will receive them in the large sitting parlour, when
yourself, with whom I shall deposit my hundred pounds, shall portion it
out amongst them according to your judgment. For you must be the most
proper person to decide upon their necessities and merits. You have
ever been so liberal in your allowance to me, that having laid by a
little hoard, Aura and myself have provided garments for the oldest and
most infirm, the youngest and most desolate, and suitable presents for
"Oh! ho," said Mr. Matthews, "so now the secret is out of the cause
of the many jaunts to Southampton lately, and the long conferences held
in the dressing room, of a morning early, to which none but a few
industrious young women were admitted."
"Even so, sir, for while we were gratifying our own whims, it was
but just that they should not be selfish ones; so when Aura and I had
cut the garments, we employed those young persons to make them, so that
they might be benefited by forwarding our scheme, without feeling the
weight of obligation, which I should think was a feeling most repugnant
to the young and active. They have none of them been let into the
secret of the use for which these garments are designed: but some of
them if not all will partake of our festivities."—
Mrs. Cavendish had during this explanation, sat with her eyes fixed
on Miss Blakeney's face, she had folded and unfolded her cambrick
handkerchief several times, her eyes twinkled, she hemmed, applied the
before mentioned silk handkerchief to her nose: and at length reaching
her hand across the table she said in no very firm voice, "You are
certainly a most extraordinary young lady, and I begin to think I have
never rightly understood you. Pardon me, child, I fear I have this
morning been both illiberal and rude."
"So well acquainted as I am with Mrs. Cavendish's good
understanding, and highly cultivated mind," said Lucy, gracefully
taking the extended hand, "it would be next to impossible that I could
suspect her of ever being intentionally either illiberal or rude."
"Well, well," replied the old lady, with one of her most knowing nods,
"I trust I shall know you better in future."
On the Wednesday following several good sirloins of beef were
roasted, hams boiled, pies baked, and on the Thursday morning plumb
puddings boiled for the expected regale. It was scarcely twelve o'clock
when the company began to assemble; the young brimful of joy, and the
old anticipating they hardly knew what, but all were cheerful and
blithe with the most delightful sensations. Amongst the first arrived
old Alice Lonsdade and her good man, brought by one of their
neighbour's, whom Lucy had engaged for the purpose, in a chaise; nor
were Thomas, who had now recovered the use of his limbs, with his good
Dame and children, forgotten. While the family who had excited so
warmly Lady Mary Lumley's romantic enthusiam, were the blithest among
the blithe, in the happy group, that not only filled the Rector's
eating parlour, but partially filled the benches in the great hall; for
Lucy's forty, when children, grandchildren, and in some cases
greatgrandchildren were collected, amounted to about sixty. Dishes of
common cake were handed round, with cheese and ale for the men, and
wine-sangaree for the women. Mr. Matthews then with a discriminating
hand, portioned out the bounty of the heiress, according to the
necessities of all: and many were that day provided with the means of
passing through the ensuing winter with comfort, who else must have
been pinched, both for fuel and sustenance.
At half past two, the tables were plentifully spread, at which
amongst the elder guests, Mr. and Mrs. Matthews presided, and at that
with the younger, sat Lucy and Aura, while Mrs. Cavendish walked round,
looked at their happy faces, and took her pinch of snuff with more
exhilarated feelings than she had experienced for years before.
After dinner Lucy and Aura invited the Matrons to their own
apartments which adjoined each other, where each received a present of
clothing adapted to her age, circumstances and family. The young ones
sported cheerfully in the grounds, the old men talked in groups round
the hall chimney, where blazed an old fashioned large and cheerful
fire. At six, a regale of coffee, tea, and simple cakes, with bread and
butter were set forth; and before eight, all had retired to seek their
homes, under the light of a brilliant full moon.
And how did Lucy feel when all were departed? She felt as a
christian ought to feel, she had cheered and lightened the hearts of
many; she had herself enjoyed the purest felicity during the whole day,
and she mentally ejaculated as taking the letter from her guardian she
sought her own apartment,
"If I have now a bitter cup to drain, let me not repine. I have
much, very much, to be grateful for, and what right have I to expect to
walk over beds of roses without feeling the briers which surround the
stalks on which those beautiful and fragrant flowers blossom."—
She entered her chamber, bidding Aura good night at the door, which
closing, she sat down, the letter in her hand, which though unsealed,
she had not courage to open: at length rallying her spirits she
unfolded the paper and read,
"TO MISS LUCY T. BLAKENEY,
To be delivered on the day she attains
the age of 21. -
"From the hour when I closed the eyes of your beloved, ill fated
mother, you, my dear Lucy, have been the delight and solace of your
grandmother and myself. And your amiable disposition has led us to
hope, that you may in future be the happy inheritress of the estate and
property on which we have lived above thirty-five years: happy, my
child, in bestowing comfort on others, and doubly happy in the
enjoyment of reflected joy from grateful hearts.
"You are in possession of independence from the bequest of Captain
Blakeney, but you will find by my will, that it is my wish that not a
farthing of that bequest, either principal or interest, should be
expended on you during your minority. The income arising from your
hereditary estate, &c. being amply sufficient to clothe, board, and
educate you, in the style of a gentlewoman. You are by law entitled to
the name and arms of Blakeney, but there was a clause annexed to your
godfather's will which gave your dear grandmother and myself some
uneasiness. It is that which insists that your future husband should
change his own name to that of Blakeney, or the whole of the original
bequest will be forfeited, and the accumulated interest only be yours.
"My lamented wife, in her last hours, Lucy, said to me, `I wish,
love, you may live to see our lovely child of an age when you may
advise her never to shackle her sensibility by feeling as if she were
obliged to reject the man whom she may love, and who might make her
very happy, because himself or his friends should object to a change of
name. I myself have such a predilection for family names, that had it
not been for particular circumstances, and that the name of a female
must at some time or other in all probability be changed, I should
never have consented to our Lucy assuming the name of Blakeney. Should
you be called hence before she is of a proper age to understand and be
entrusted with every necessary communication on the subject of her
birth, and other interesting circumstances, I must intreat you will be
very explicit with her guardians, and also leave a letter addressed to
"Soon after this conversation, the companion and friend of my life,
the heightener of all my joys, the consoler of all my sorrows, the only
woman I ever loved, left this transitory sphere for a more blissful
region. From that moment the world, my Lucy, has appeared a blank. Not
even your endearing cheerfulness, your affectionate sympathy, could
call me back to any enjoyment in life, I have endeavoured several times
to nerve my feelings to the performance of this task, and have blamed
myself for thus procrastinating it. But from several symptoms of
failure in my mental and bodily vigour, I feel it will not be long
before I follow my regreted partner into the world of spirits.
"I expect to see Mr. Matthews in the course of a few weeks, I shall
then make him the confidant of many sorrows, which have sunk deep into
my heart, and drank its vital energies, earlier than, perhaps, time
might have impaired them. I intreat, my Lucy, my last earthly treasure,
that in no momentous concern of your life you will act without
consulting him, and when you have consulted, abide entirely by his
"As it regards a matrimonial connection, let not the clause of your
godfather's will have any influence. Your own patrimony will yield four
hundred pounds a year; this must half be settled on yourself. The
accumulation of the interest on my friend Blakeney's bequest will be
very considerable in eleven years. This is your own to be settled or
disposed of as yourself may direct. I have, by insisting on half your
patrimony being settled on yourself previous to the day of marriage,
secured to you the comforts and conveniences of life, as long as life
may be continued; for the rest, I leave you in the charge of a good and
heavenly Protector, who will never leave those to perish, who rely on
"There is one thing, my ever dear child, I am very anxious about,
and on which my charge to you will be very solemn. It is, that you will
never marry any one of the name of M—."
Here the stroke of death arrested the hand which held the pen, and
the good old gentleman was found as already mentioned, dead in his easy
"What can I think, how must I act?" said Lucy, as with stunned
faculties she still gazed on the open letter on the table before her. I
will determine on nothing till I know the opinion of my guardian on the
subject: in the mean time I will implore the guidance and protection of
HIM who knoweth best what is good for his children, and leave the event
to time." So concluding, she folded the letter, performed her nightly
devotions, and retired to her bed.—
Lieutenant Franklin was now in London, his father, whose health was
still very feeble, had with his family, taken up their residence in
their house in Portland Place. He had counted the days with anxiety,
till the arrival of Lucy's birth day, after that, time seemed to have
added lead to his pinions, and every hour and day were as an hundred.
At length he received the following letter from Mr. Matthews,
"TO LIEUTENANT JOHN FRANKLIN. -
"I have sat down, my dear sir, to fulfil a most unpleasant task in
communicating to you by the desire of our lovely and esteemed friend,
Miss Blakeney, a copy of her grandfather's letter, which I inclose,
thinking it best to keep the original in my possession.
"You perceive that the old gentleman was by no means averse to her
marrying to please herself though it might be to the diminution of her
fortune. That there were some unhappy circumstances attending the birth
of Miss Blakeney, I have every reason to conclude; though, what those
circumstances were, I never could ascertain. For though my respected
old friend frequently promised to impart them to me, the communication
was deferred from time to time, till with him, poor man, time was no
"You will perceive that there is some particular family into which
he had strong objections to her marrying, but the unfinished capital,
which I am at a loss to decide whether meant for an N, and M, or an A,
leads to no direct conclusion. I know he had a peculiar dislike to a
family of the name of Lewis, the descendants of which in one branch are
Mertons, in another Northalertons. There was a person also of the name
of Allister, who gave him much trouble by a law suit. But I hardly
could think my old friend was so little of a christian as to let his
prejudice descend from generation to generation. However, be that as it
may, there is nothing in the unfinished capital, that looks like F.
Miss Blakeney is well, has kept her birth day in a most novel and
splendid manner; I wish you could have seen her presiding amongst her
guests; but I presume it will not be long before we see you at the
Rectory, when you will hear from every tongue—yes, even from sister
Cavendish, her eulogium.
I am, Dear Sir, Yours, with Esteem,
The evening after Mr. Matthews had despatched this letter he entered
the sitting parlour, where his family were assembled, some at work,
some reading, and Aura Melville, strumming, as she called it, on the
guitar. He took a morocco case from his waistcoat pocket, and seated
himself by a work table where Lucy was elaborately plying the needle's
art, without having any definite end for which the work was designed
when completed. He opened the case, a miniature of a lady set in
wrought gold, and suspended by a superb chain was taken from it, and
throwing the chain over Lucy's neck, he said,
"This, my little girl, should have been a birth day present, but you
were so happy on that day, I thought you should not have too much
satisfaction at once, it is good and prudent to portion out pleasure by
degrees. If we are too lavish of it, the sense of enjoyment becomes
Lucy had taken the picture, it was that of a lovely female not more
than sixteen years old: on the reverse was a braided lock of brown hair
surmounted by the initials C. T—, in fine seed pearl.
"Who is this lovely creature?" said Lucy.
"Come to the glass, my child, and tell me who it is like," said Mr.
Matthews, leading her to the glass, and raising a candle near her face.
Lucy looked, and hesitated.
"Only," at length she said, "only, that it is much handsomer, and
the eyes are blue, I should think."—
"That it was like yourself," said Mr. Matthews, leading her to the
sofa, where Aura having laid aside her instrument, was ready to receive
"It is the portrait of your mother, Lucy! It was taken, your
grandfather informed me, about three years previous to your birth, and
was constantly worn by your grandmother, till some deeply afflicting
occurences, to which I am a stranger, induced her to lay it aside."
Lucy pressed the fair semblance of youth and innocence to her lips,
to her heart, tears rushed from her eyes, and depositing the portrait
in her bosom, she rested her head on the shoulder of Aura, and perfect
silence for several minutes pervaded the apartment.
"So here is our friend Franklin!" said the good Rector, a few
mornings after, presenting the young Lieutenant to the busy group,
drawn round the fire side in the breakfast parlour.
Franklin bowed, and with a face half doubting, half delighted took a
chair beside Lucy. She smiled, blushed, broke off her thread,
unthreaded her needle, threaded it again, and worked most assiduously
without one single idea of why or wherefore. Asked when he left London?
What was the state of his father's health? When he last saw Edward
Ainslie? till without being perceived by them, separately and silently
every persen but themselves had left the room.
Of all scenes to be repeated in narrative, love scenes are the most
sickening, silly, and uninstructive. Suffice it then to say that in an
hour after they found themselves alone, Lucy had resolved to relinquish
the principal of Blakeney's legacy. Franklin with intire satisfaction
according to the terms of settling half her paternal inheritance on
herself, and receiving the accumulated interest of eleven years on
twenty thousand pounds, as a fortune to be disposed of according as his
judgment should direct.
Friendship, love, and harmony, now took up their residence in the
Rectory; the unostentatious though silently progressing preparations
making for the wedding of Miss Blakeney, furnished occupation for every
female of the family. Even Mrs. Cavendish relaxed her stern, yet really
handsome features into smiles as she gave her opinion upon some new
purchase, or told to the young persons whom Lucy chose to employ on
this occasion, how such and such a dress was made and trimmed, when she
was some few years younger.
It was one of Miss Blakeney's eccentricities, that nothing that
could be performed by the industrious young women, in the immediate
vicinity of the Rectory, should be sent for from London; and one
morning when Mrs. Matthews and Mrs. Cavendish argued that her outward
garments might be more tasteful and fashionable if made in the
metropolis, she replied,
"But I am so vain as to think I should not look any handsomer in
them, and I am sure I should not feel so happy. I know these good young
women; some of them have aged parents to support, some young brothers
and sisters to educate and put in a way to get their own bread. I am
very sensible that with the assistance of Miss Melville, and our female
domestics, more than two thirds of the work that is to be done, might
be performed without any additional expense. But it has been a
principle with me, ever since I was capable of reflecting on the
subject, that those who can afford to pay for their clothes, &c. being
made, defraud the industrious of what is their due, by making those
articles themselves. I have also another odd fancy, I will not always
employ those in the highest class of their profession, because having
some taste of my own, and not being very fond of finery, or going to
the extreme of fashion, I can generally give such directions as shall
cause my clothes to be made in a neat becoming manner, and when I go to
town it will be time enough to purchase, whatever splendid dresses I
may require for making my entrance into the gay world, so as not to
disgrace the family, or impeach the judgment of Mr. Franklin."
A month had flitted by on rapid wings, when just at the close of a
cold, dismal November day, as Franklin, having dined with the family at
the Rectory, was proposing a game of chess, with Mr. Matthews; a letter
was delivered him by a servant, who said it was brought by one of Sir
Robert Ainslie's grooms, who had ridden post from London, not stopping
for any thing but slight refreshment, and to change horses.
Lucy watched his countenance as having apologized to the company, he
eagerly broke the seal and read it. The colour fled from his cheeks,
his lips quivered, and putting his hand to his forehead, he faintly
"My poor father! my mother!"
"Are they ill? Has any thing happened to either of them?" asked
Lucy, as pale and agitated as himself.
"Something very dreadful has befallen them," he replied, "but of
what nature, I cannot tell. These are a few, almost incoherent lines
from Edward Ainslie, requesting I will not lose a moment in setting off
for London, he will meet me a few miles from town, and explain what he
did not choose to commit to paper. I shall set off for Southampton
immediately on horseback, and from thence to my father's house as fast
as a chaise and four horses can carry me."
"You will let us hear from you?" said Mr. Matthews.
"As early as the state of affairs will permit," was the reply.
"You know you have friends here who will not desert you in the day
of adversity," said Mrs. Matthews, with one of her most benevolent
The pale lips of Miss Blakeney moved, but no sound passed them; she
held out her cold hand to Franklin, which having tenderly pressed, and
respectfully kissed, he hastily said, "God bless you all!" and hurried
out of the room.
In a moment his horse was heard going at a quick pace down the
avenue, and anxiety and suspense became the inmates of the bosoms of
Lucy and her sympathizing friends.
MANOeUVRING—ESTABLISHMENT FORMED—CHANGE OF CIRCUMSTANCES ALTERS
It cannot be supposed but that in the length of time elapsed since
Lady Mary Lumley left the protection of her friends to trust to the
honour of a profligate, many conjectures had been formed concerning her
situation, and the treatment she met with from her husband. All the
family at the Rectory, were anxious to hear from her, but how to direct
their inquirers they were entirely at a loss.
Mr. Matthews once or twice, called on Mrs. Brenton, but the old lady
could give them no intelligence. The last letter she received from
Theresa, was dated from Alnwick, and that was above seven months
since; in that she said Sir Stephen and his Lady talked of making a
short trip to the continent, and if they invited her to accompany them
she should certainly go. The old lady did not express any uneasiness,
concluding they were in France, and as Theresa never was a very
attentive correspondent to her mother, supposed her time was too much
absorbed in pleasure to think much about her old mother.
Mrs. Cavendish then wrote to some of Lady Mary's relations on the
mother's side, to inquire if they had heard from her; but they,
offended at her imprudent conduct, and the marriage connection she had
formed, answered, that "They neither knew, nor wished to know any thing
about her." The uneasiness of the family was much increased, when a day
or two after Mr. Franklin's departure, a gentleman lately returned from
France, called to deliver letters to Mr. Matthews, and staying dinner,
mentioned having seen Sir Stephen Haynes in Paris some little time
"Was his lady with him?" asked Mrs. Cavendish.
"There certainly was a lady with him," replied the gentleman, "but I
did not understand she was his wife. I saw her several times, but never
in his company. She was a bold looking woman, of exceedingly free
manners, and was said to lead a very gay life."
"That was not our poor Mary," whispered Aura to Miss Blakeney. Lucy
shook her head, and the subject was dropped.
We left this victim of self will, and ill directed sensibility at a
cottage not many miles distant from Alnwick castle, under the care of
Mr. Craftly; but so ignorant were both Lady Mary and her friend of the
country in which the cottage was situated, that they would have been
unable to direct a servant, had any been allowed them, to find a post
town or village by which means to transmit a letter to their friends.
But for weeks after the departure of Sir Stephen, Lady Mary was in no
state to write or hardly to think, being ill with a slow nervous fever,
and at times delirious. Her highly excited state of feeling, her keen
disappointment, added to a degree of self accusation which her
ingenuous mind could not suppress, was more than she could support, and
she had nearly sunk under it—perhaps would have done so, but that
Craftly, who though he considered her as an imprudent young woman,
pitied her sufferings and interested his mother and sister in her
These truly virtuous, respectable women did not think that the
commission of one fault was sufficient to banish a human being from
society, or excuse in others the want of humanity or kindness. They
went to the cottage, they hovered over her like guardian angels, and
when in her wanderings she would call for Lucy, Aura or Mrs. Matthews,
they would one or the other present themselves at her bedside, soothe
her, administer her medicines, talk of Sir Stephen's return, of her
reunion with her friends, and by degrees brought her back to health and
a comparative degree of comfort.
Miss Brenton, taking her tone from these kind hearted women, was
tender and attentive. Lady Mary revived, as to external appearance, but
her warm enthusiastic heart had been chilled, the bright prospects of
youth, to her were shrouded, and the sweet blossoms of hope were
Who and what was Craftly? A man of no mean capacity, nor bad
feelings, who had been brought up to the profession of the law. He had
lost his father early in life, but that father had secured to his wife
and daughter, who was ten years the senior of her brother, a decent
competency, and a genteel house in the vicinity of Alnwick. The residue
of his estate and property he left to his son. There was considerable
ready money. Craftly, wished to taste the pleasures of a London winter;
during that winter, being young and inexperienced, he became the prey
of sharpers and gamesters; and among the rest became a debtor to Sir
Stephen Haynes. His money was run out, the few and trifling rents he
had to receive had not become due, and the only security he had to
offer was the mortgage of a small cottage and grounds he held in
When therefore Haynes met Craftly upon his return from the north
with his newly made lovely bride, it occurred to his unprincipled mind
that he might make him subservient to his views in getting free from
Lady Mary, and enjoying his intended tour to the continent in company
with a dissolute woman, who had persuaded him, that though married and
the mother of two lovely children, her invincible attachment to him had
induced her to sacrifice all at the shrine of her illicit love.
This woman Sir Stephen Haynes had set up in his heart as a paragon
of perfection; he did not feel that it was her blandishments that drew
him first from the paths of rectitude; he did not know that a
profligate unprincipled woman, is the bane of man's peace, both here
Mary Lumley was agreeable in her person, sportive in her manners,
and easily assailed by flattery. Her fortune had been represented as
more than treble its value. He sought to obtain that fortune, but
shrunk from proclaiming her as his wife. Possessed of her little
patrimony, his thoughts reverted to the woman who had enslaved his
youthful mind, and leaving his confiding victim to what chance or time
might produce, he took his adulterous paramour with him on his journey
Lady Mary, recovered by the care of her unknown friends, began to
think of living, and when she discovered that she was likely to become
a mother, life itself became more endeared to her. Lady Mary Lumley,
however headstrong in her resolves, however misled by the spirit of
romance, and the flattery of pretended friends, had naturally a good
heart, and an understanding above mediocrity. The time she had passed
in the family of Mr. Matthews had been of infinite service to her. The
principles and habits of the individuals who formed that family, were
such as had taught her, that the neglect of duty in others, was no
excuse for the same neglect in ourselves.
"I am forsaken," she mentally argued, "deceived, plundered of
fortune and good name, but if my misconduct is the cause of a human
being coming into the world, a being dependant on me for every thing,
it is my duty to submit to the evils I have brought upon myself, and be
to the little innocent, father! mother! all. How we are to be
supported, God alone can tell; but my revered guardian used to tell me,
that our Heavenly Father would maintain the cause of the orphan, and be
the Judge of the widow. Alas! for me, I am more desolate than a widow;
my infant, if it ever sees the light, unless his father be led to do us
justice, more wretched than an orphan."
It may be asked why did she not write to those friends she now knew
how to appreciate. She did write, but Craftly had received orders to
forward no letters whatever; he had therefore requested his mother and
sister, before he agreed to their attending the sick bed of Lady Mary,
to give all letters, whether written by her or Miss Brenton, to him;
alleging as a reason, that he could conveniently send them to the post
office, without trouble to them.
It may be remembered that Haynes had represented Theresa Brenton to
Craftly, as an object, in regard to fortune, worthy of pursuit, and had
intimated to that lady that Craftly was an independent man. A genteel
establishment was the aim of the lady; a little ready money would be
very acceptable to the gentleman; therefore mutual civilities,
condescension, and uniform politeness, was scrupulously practised
between them. He asserted, that Sir Stephen Haynes said he was not the
husband of Lady Mary; that she was a thoughtless romantic girl of
fashion, who was so madly in love with him that she had thrown herself
upon his protection, without waiting for those forms which her friends
would have insisted on, and which, he had no inclination to submit to.
Theresa knew this in part to be true; but she also knew that the
marriage ceremony had passed at Gretna Green, and that Mary Lumley was
in her own opinion, though perhaps not in the eye of the law, the wife
of Sir Stephen Haynes. But Lady Mary was now poor; where was the use of
her (Theresa's) irritating Sir Stephen? it would do her poor misguided
friend no good, and might be of injury to the plans she had formed for
herself. Miss Brenton then became in externals an entire new character;
she had entirely developed the pure, unassuming characters of Mrs.
Craftly and her daughter. Brought up in the country, mixing with but
little society, though that little was select; of plain good
understandings, they were urbane in their manners without being highly
polished: and very pleasant companions without being thought wits or
aiming to appear deeply learned. Of strict principles both as it
regarded religious duty and moral rectitude; cheerful without levity,
and grave without affected sanctity; their own minds, actuated by
unsuspicious simplicity, thought no evil of others, until positive
facts obliged them to believe it.
With the son and brother, they had ever lived in harmony; for he was
the idol of both, and they either did not, or could not perceive a
fault in him. He, on his part, had so much regard for their peace, as
to guard against any of his misconduct reaching them, or giving them
Theresa Brenton then to this family appeared every thing that was
amiable. She was conciliating to the Craftlys; would talk most sagely
upon economy, domestic concerns, quiet seclusion, love of mental
improvement; and when the gentleman was present, would descant on the
beauties of her mother's seat near Southampton, without betraying that
it was only a hired place, and that its chief beauties consisted in the
neat snug appearance of a small house and the garden surrounding it,
and a view of the Bay from the upper windows. Then she would
pathetically lament poor Lady Mary's misfortune, speak of her as a
young woman of impetuous feelings, which had never been kept under any
restraint, and conclude with a sigh,
"She fully believes herself Sir Stephen's wife, and it will be as
well not to contradict her; in her present delicate state of health, it
might produce fatal consequences. Though what is to become of her I
cannot think, for by her not hearing from her friends I fear they have
cast her off. I myself feel uneasy sometimes at not hearing from my
mother, but elderly persons are not very fond of writing: so I do not
think so much of it as I otherwise should."
Lady Mary endeavoured to obtain from Craftly her husband's address,
but he always pretended that he believed him to be so unsettled that a
letter would have but little chance of finding him.
All letters addressed to any member of Mr. Matthews' family were
condemned to the flames, or thrown by in a drawer amongst waste paper;
nor was he more careful of those written by Theresa to her mother,
though to own the truth she did not trouble him with many. He well knew
that to send intelligence to Mrs. Brenton was furnishing a direct clue
to the discovery of Lady Mary, and this he had promised his friend
Haynes should not be made in less than six months after his departure.
"Besides," thought Craftly, "Theresa might mention my attentions to
her mother, and if I bring myself to marry the girl I might be plagued
from that quarter about a settlement, and subject myself to have
inquiries made which it may be neither easy nor convenient to answer."
"I have been thinking, my dear Theresa," said he one evening, as
seated in the porch they were enjoying the full splendor of a harvest
moon, "I have been thinking, and wishing—indeed it is the wish also
of my mother and sister, they think it would be for the happiness of
all concerned, to unite our hands, as I trust our hearts are already in
unison with each other; and form our establishment before the winter
He then proceeded to explain his actual fortune and his
expectations, and made it appear that his annual income was above five
hundred pounds a year, but in this he included the cottage, &c. without
one word of the mortgage which Sir Stephen Haynes still held, though he
had agreed to give up the interest which might arise from it for
eighteen months to come, if Craftly would oblige him in the manner we
have already seen he did. Finding the lady silent, the lover then went
on to say,
"You will have no objection, my dear girl, to making this cottage
our residence for the present. My mother will undoubtedly give us an
invitation to pass part of the winter with her in Alnwick, which I do
assure you is a very lively and genteel place, affording many rational
and pleasant amusements; the society they mix in, is of the most
"I can have no objection to pass a few weeks or months with Mrs. and
Miss Craftly," said Theresa, interrupting him: "but as to agreeing to
make this Gothic cottage a place of residence, except for a few months,
in the heat of summer, I can never agree to it. I expect, at least the
first winter after our marriage, that you will permit me to partake in
your society, the pleasures of either York or London. I should prefer
the latter. Indeed it will be almost impossible to give my little
fortune into your hands without a journey to the metropolis, we can
then also make a visit to my mother, who I am afraid must begin to
think me very negligent."
"Well!" thought Craftly, "this is moderation with a vengeance! A
winter in London! I have had enough of winters in London. I must
persuade her out of this notion, or there is an end of the matter. She
cannot be rich enough to justify such a piece of extravagance." Putting
on therefore one of his most engaging smiles, he replied,
"But, my dear Theresa, have you duly considered the expense of a
London winter, or even a winter in York. The whole of my yearly income
would not pay our expenses, living in barely decent style. And though
I do not know the amount of your fortune, yet I will take upon me to
say, that the greater part of it might be run out in a single winter in
London, without enabling either of us to be considered somebody.
You are certainly too well versed in economy not to consider it better
to spend only our income in cutting a good figure in the respectable
town of Alnwick for many winters, than to spend half our fortunes in
cutting no figure at all in the great city of London one winter.
Think better of that project, I entreat you, my Theresa."
There was reason in this. Determined however not to be too easily
thwarted, she made some further attempts to carry her point; but
finding the gentleman growing rather cool and distant, during the
several days that she held out, she prudently yielded, and the
preparations for the marriage were commenced with great alacrity.
CHAPTER XI. FRUITS OF ERROR.
Lieutenant Franklin did not meet his friend Ainslie on the road to
London as he had expected. On his arrival in town, he hastened to
Portland Place. The blinds of his father's splendid mansion were
closed, and every thing about it wore an aspect of gloom. The door was
opened by a servant whose countenance indicated some terrible calamity.
Franklin hastened towards his mother's apartment, but was met on the
stairs by one of his brothers, who had been summoned home from Eton.
From him he learnt, that his father lay apparently at the point of
death, having ruptured a blood vessel; that his mother had been by his
bedside almost incessantly, since the accident had happened, and that
the whole family were in a state of the greatest alarm and trepidation.
As he entered the sick chamber, the closed windows, the low
whisperings of the attendants, the odours of medicinal preparations,
and most of all, an occasional stifled sob from one of the children,
who was permitted to be in the apartment for a few moments, brought
home to his bosom the conviction that he was about to become
fatherless. He approached the bed. His father lay perfectly motionless
and silent, with closed eyes, watched by the partner of all his
sorrows, who bent over him like some kind angel, with a ministry
unremitted and untiring. An indifferent gazer might have read upon the
marble forehead and classic features of the patient, noble and generous
feelings, commanding talents—a promise of every thing that was
excellent in character and desirable in fortune—all blighted by once
yielding to the impulse of guilty passion.—The wife and the son saw
nothing but the mysterious hand of Providence, visiting with severest
affliction one whom they had ever regarded with reverence and love.
Franklin placed himself near the bed, and pressing the hand of his
mother, waited in unutterable suspense the moment when his father
should awake. At length he slowly opened his eyes, and fixing them on
his son, with a faint smile he spoke, in a low voice, "My dear boy, I
was this moment thinking of you. It gives me happiness to remember, how
soon you are to be blest with the society of one you love, and who
deserves your affection. I have not been so tranquil for years, as I am
just now, in this thought. I wish that I could see her. I think I could
read in her features the promise of your happiness, and then go to my
account in peace."
Franklin pressed his father's hand. The big tears of mingled love,
gratitude and sorrow, coursed down his cheeks. He could not speak in
reply. He saw by his father's countenance, that it was too late to
comply literally with his request, but in the same moment, it occurred
to him that he could almost accomplish his wish, by showing him the
miniature of Lucy's mother, which he had playfully taken from her on
the day of his departure, and in his haste and alarm, at the sudden
summons, had forgotten to restore.
"I have a picture of her mother," said he, putting his hand in his
bosom, "it is a good resemblance of herself."
He drew forth the miniature, and held it up before his father, who
rose up, seized it with a convulsive grasp the moment the light fell on
the features, and looking upon the initials on the back of it,
"It is—it is come again to blast my vision in my last hour!—The
woman you would marry is my own daughter!—Just Heaven!—Oh! that I
could have been spared this!—Go, my son! Go to my private desk—you
will there find the record of your father's shame, and your own fate!"
Nature was exhausted by the effort. He fell back on the bed,
supported by his trembling wife, and in a few moments, the wretched
Franklin, the once gay, gallant, happy Montraville, was no more.
CHAPTER XII. DISCLOSURES.
The obsequies of Colonel Franklin, were attended with the
circumstances of pomp and state which his rank required, and the
journals of the day proclaim ed his patriotism and public worth, while
his family mourned in secret over the ruin caused by his unbridled
Closeted with his bosom friend Edward Ainslie, young Franklin laid
before him the manuscript which he had found by his father's direction.
It had been written in a season of deep remorse, and its object was
evidently to redeem from undeserved obloquy, the memory of the
unfortunate Charlotte Temple, the mother of Lucy Temple Blakeney.
Probably Colonel Franklin had intended to transmit it to her friends.
Indeed a direction to that effect was found on a loose paper, in the
desk. He took the whole blame of her ill-fated elopement upon himself.
He disclosed circumstances which he had discovered after her decease,
which proved her faithfulness to himself; and lamented in terms of the
deepest sorrow, that it was in his power to make her no better
reparation for all her love and all her injuries, than the poor one of
thus bearing testimony to her truth and his own cruelty and injustice.
He had never intended this paper to be seen until after his decease. He
could not bear to make these full disclosures and afterwards look upon
the countenances of his children; and he mentioned that the reason, why
he had so readily complied with the wish of a rich relation of his
wife, that he should change his family name of Montraville for that of
Franklin, was, that under that name he had taken the fatal step which
destroyed his peace—to use his own forcible expression, "he would
willingly have lost all recollection of what he was, and changed not
his name only but himself."
"Edward!" said the unfortunate youth, when the reading of this
terrible record was finished, "I have disclosed to you the story of my
ruined, blasted hopes. Receive this as the strongest mark of my
friendship and confidence. Go to her!" he could not utter the
name of Lucy. "Tell these dreadful truths in such a manner as your own
feeling heart shall direct. She is a christian. This is her great
trial, sent to purify and exalt her soul and fit her for a brighter
sphere of existence. I cannot—I dare not see her again. I cannot even
give you for her any other message than a simple, heartfelt `God
bless her!' I have caused myself to be exchanged into a regiment
which is ordered to India, and to-morrow I bid farewell to England!"
Edward promised implicitly to obey his friend's directions; and
receiving from him the fatal miniature, he took leave of him for that
day, and returned to his father's residence to dispatch a letter to Mr.
Matthews, promising to be with him in a few days, and bring full
intelligence of all that related to these unfortunate occurrences.
The next day he attended his friend for the last time, and witnessed
the final preparations for his departure. There was a firmness, a
sternness of purpose in Franklin's countenance, which indicated that
his thoughts were fixed on some high and distant object; and though he
spoke not of his future prospects, Edward who knew the force of his
character, mentally predicted that his name would be found in the
records of military renown. There was an impatience to be gone apparent
in some of his movements, as if he feared to linger a moment on English
ground. But this was inadvertently displayed, and he took leave of his
mother, family and friend, with that deep emotion, which must ever
affect a feeling heart on such an occasion.
Edward was surprised at one circumstance, which was that Mrs.
Franklin seemed to approve of her son's purpose to leave the kingdom.
He had expected to find her very anxious to retain him, as a protector
to herself. But he had not attributed to that lady all the judgment and
firmness which belonged to her character. He had witnessed her enduring
affection, and her noble example of all the passive virtues. Her energy
and decision was yet to appear.
When the carriage, which bore his friend to the place of
embarkation, had disappeared, he turned to the widow and made a most
cordial tender of his services in whatever the most active friendship
could perform for her in her new and trying situation. He mentioned his
purpose of going to Hampshire, and offered to return and await her
commands as soon as the purpose of his journey was accomplished. This
friendly offer was very gratefully acknowledged, but the tender of his
services in the city was declined. It was not her purpose, she said, to
remain in London; but should any circumstances occur which would render
it necessary to avail herself of his kind offer, she should not fail to
do it, in virtue of the claim which his friendship for her son gave
her. At any rate he should be apprized of the future movements of the
family by some one of its members.
Satisfied with this arrangement, Ainslie retired.
CHAPTER XIII. AN ARRIVAL.
It may well be supposed that the family at the Rectory were in a
state of great anxiety after the departure of Franklin. The air of
mystery which attended his hasty summons to town, served to increase
their distress. Lucy struggled, severely but vainly, to preserve an
appearance of composure. Much of her time was spent in the retirement
of her chamber, and when she was with the family and apparently
deriving a temporary relief from her sorrows by joining in the usual
occupations of the busy little circle, a sigh would escape from her in
spite of all her efforts to preserve an appearance of calmness.
It seemed to her that a known calamity, however terrible and
irremediable in its nature, would have been much more easy to be borne
than this state of suspense. Alas! she was too soon to be undeceived on
The third day brought a hasty letter from Ainslie to Mr. Matthews,
simply stating the sudden demise of Colonel Franklin without any
mention of the attending circumstances. This was a relief; a melancholy
one indeed; but still, Lucy felt it as a relief, because it seemed to
set some bounds to her apprehensions. It seemed natural too, that
Ainslie should be employed to write at such a moment. The sudden
affliction might have rendered Franklin incapable of the effort. Lucy
now awaited the result with comparative tranquillity.
But the second letter of Edward, written after the disclosure made
by his friend, which spoke of "painful and peculiarly unfortunate
circumstances which he would explain on his arrival," threw her into a
new state of suspense. Here was more mystery. The first letter which
summoned Franklin away had appeared to be unnecessarily dark and
doubtful. The last renewed all the wretched Lucy's doubts and fears.
On the second day after the receipt of this letter, Lucy was sitting
alone by the parlour fire. It was late in the afternoon, Mr. Matthews
and Aura were absent administering to the wants of the poor, and
distributing clothing to the destitute, in anticipation of the
approaching inclement season. Mrs. Matthews and her sister were busied
about their household affairs. Lucy was musing on the memory of past
joys and painfully endeavouring to conjecture the reason of Franklin's
mysterious silence; when the door opened and Edward Ainslie stood
before her, haggard and weary with his journey, and evidently suffering
under mental perplexity and distress. At that moment he would have
given the world for the relief of Mr. Matthews' presence. He felt as
though possessed of some guilty secret, and his eye was instantly
averted when he met her searching glance. He had hoped to encounter
some other member of the family first and instantly felt his mistake in
not having sent for Mr. Matthews to meet him elsewhere. But retreat was
now impossible. He felt that he must stand and answer.
Lucy had advanced and presented her hand as usual, but with such a
look of distressful inquiry as went to his inmost soul. With an old
and tried friend like Ainslie, ceremony was out of the question.
Franklin? Is he well? Is he safe?"
"He is well. Be composed, Lucy. Do not look so distressed." Ainslie
knew not what to say. "Is he well! Then why—Oh why are you alone,
"There are certain painful circumstances, which have prevented his
accompanying me. You shall know them—but—"
"Oh tell, I intreat you, tell me all. I have borne this terrible
suspense long enough. Any thing will be preferable to what I now
suffer. I have firmness to bear the worst certainty, but I have not
patience to endure these doubts. If he is lost to me, say so, I charge
There was a vehemence, a solemnity in her manner, an eagerness in
her look, a deep pathos in her voice, which Edward could no longer
withstand. He trusted to the strength of her character and determined
to disclose the worst. With averted eyes and a low, and hardly audible
voice he replied,
"Alas! he is indeed, lost to you!"
She did not shriek nor faint, nor fall into convulsions, but placing
her hand upon her brow, reclined against the mantel piece a moment, and
then left the apartment.
Ainslie lost no time in finding Mrs. Matthews, and apprizing her of
what had passed and that lady instantly followed her young friend to
her apartment. She had over-estimated her own strength. The sufferings
of this last week had reduced her almost to exhaustion and this stroke
completed the prostration of her system. A violent fever was the
consequence, and for several days, her life was despaired of. The
distress of Ainslie during this period may be imagined.
CHAPTER XIV. ACTIVE BENEVOLENCE,
THE BEST REMEDY FOR AFFLICTION.
On Ainslie's communicating to Mr. Matthews the circumstances which
he had learnt from Franklin, and bitterly lamenting his precipitate
disclosure of them to Lucy, that good man appeared anxious to alleviate
his unavailing regret and to bring forward every palliation for what,
at the worst, was no more than an error in judgment. He could not
permit his young friend to consider himself responsible for the
consequences, since the stroke could not have been averted and could
scarcely have been made to descend more gently upon the heart of the
A further disclosure was yet to take place, and never in the whole
course of his ministration among the wounded spirits, that had required
his care and kindness, had this worthy pastor been more severely tried
than on this occasion. He meditated, communed with his friends, sought
for Divine assistance in prayer, and when at last the returning health
of his tender charge rendered it not only advisable but necessary that
she should know the whole, he came to the trial with fear and trembling.
What was his joy to find that she received the disclosure which he
had so much dreaded to make, not with resignation merely, but with
satisfaction. It brought a balm to her wounded spirit, to know that she
had not been voluntarily abandoned—that the man on whom she had
placed her affections had yielded to a stern necessity, a terrible
fate, in quitting her without even a last farewell. She approved his
conduct. She regarded him as devoted to his country, herself as set
apart for the holy cause of humanity; and in accordance with this
sentiment, she resolved to pass the remainder of her life in
ministering to the distressed, and promoting the happiness of her
Nor did she delay the commencement of this pious undertaking. Aided
by her revered friend the Pastor, she entered upon her schemes of
active benevolence with an alacrity which, while it surprised those who
were not intimately acquainted with her character, and justified the
exalted esteem of her friends, served effectually to divert her mind
from harrowing recollections and useless regrets.
Among the earliest of her plans for ameliorating the condition of
the poor was the founding of a little seminary for the education of
female children. She chose a pleasant spot near the Rectory, a quiet
little nook, bosomed among the wooded hills and commanding a view of
the village and a wide expanse of soft meadow scenery; and there she
caused to be erected a neat little building, a specimen, one might
almost say, a model of Ionic architecture. Its chaste white pillars
and modest walls peeping through the surrounding elms, were just
visible from her own window, and many were the tranquil and
comparatively happy moments which she spent, sitting by that window and
planning in her own mind the internal arrangement and economy of the
She had it divided into several apartments and placed an intelligent
and deserving young woman in each, to superintend the different parts
of education which were to be taught. In one, the most useful kinds of
needlework, in another, the common branches of instruction in schools,
and in another the pinciples of morality, and the plainest truths and
precepts of religion; while, over all these, there was a sort of High
School, to which a few only were promoted who gave evidence of that
degree of talent and probity which would fit them for extended
usefulness. These, under the instruction of the preceptress of the
whole establishment, were to receive a more finished education than the
Into every part of the arrangement of these matters Lucy entered
with an interest which surprized herself. She delighted in learning the
natural bent and disposition of the young pupils, and would spend whole
hours in conversing with them, listening with a kind interest to their
artless answers and opinions, and often discovering, or supposing that
she discovered in them the elements of taste and fancy or the germe of
acute reasoning or strongly inventive power.
But it was in developing their affections and moral capabilities
that she chiefly delighted. There was a field of exertion in which the
example of the patroness was of infinite value to the instructers. Her
own education, her knowledge of human character and of nature, her
cultivated and refined moral taste, and, above all, the healing and
religious light, which her admirable submission to the trying hand of
Providence had shed over the world and all its concerns, as they
appeared to her view,—all these things served to fit her for this
species of ministry to the minds and hearts of these young persons.
In these pursuits it is hardly necessary to say that she found a
tranquillity and satisfaction which the splendid awards of fortune and
fame can never impart.
CHAPTER XV. CHURCH AND STATE.
Edward Ainslie had finished his studies at the University, where he
had so distinguished himself as to afford the most favourable
anticipations of his future success. He was in some doubt as to the
profession which he should embrace. Inclination prompted him to devote
himself to the church. His father was anxious that he should become a
political character; probably being somewhat influenced by an offer,
which he had had from one of the ministry, of a diplomatic appointment
for his son.
This interesting subject was under consideration at the very time
when the events, which we have just been recording, transpired. Edward
had returned to London after witnessing the perfect recovery of Lucy,
and the discussions concerning his future career were renewed with
On the evening after his return, he was sitting in the parlour of
his father's splendid mansion. All the family except his father and
himself had retired. They lingered a few moments to confer on the old
"Well, Edward," said his father, "I hope you are ready now to oblige
our friends in a certain quarter, and strengthen the hands of
"Indeed, sir, my late visit to the country, has served rather to
increase my predilection for the life of a country parson."
"My Lord Courtly says it is a thousand pities your talents should be
so thrown away; and though I should not regard the thing in that light,
yet I think that your country has some claims upon you. Let the livings
of the church be given to the thousands who are unfit for, or unable to
attain the promotion that is offered to you. If you accept a living, it
is ten to one you disappoint some equally worthy expectant."
"Perhaps I shall do the same if I accept this diplomatic
"Little danger of that, I fancy, when the appointment is so freely
offered you—when in fact you are solicited to accept it. Let me tell
you, Edward, you know not how splendid a career you may be refusing to
"I fear, my dear father, that you have not duly considered the cares
and anxieties, of political life. It is a constant turmoil and struggle
for distinction. All the sterner feelings of our nature are brought
into action. All the generous emotions and amiable weaknesses of
humanity are regarded as fatal to one's success. A blunder in state
affairs is considered worse than a crime."
"I think there is no profession," said the Baronet, "in which a
crime is not more fatal to success, in the long run, than a blunder.
However, we are wandering from the subject. In one word, Edward, I
think that you may carry all your strict moral principles and your high
and generous sense of honour into public life, without in the least
endangering your success."
"What you say may be strictly true, sir, but I have feelings and
partialities which cannot fail to prove a hindrance. I shall sigh for
seclusion and domestic enjoyment amidst the splendour of foreign
courts, and never pen a dispatch to be sent to old England, without
longing to see its fair prospects of green fields and smiling cottages.
I love to converse with nature in her still retreats and if I must
mingle with my fellow men, let it not be in the vain strife for power
and distinction; but rather in the delightful intercourse of social
life, or in the more interesting relation of one who cares for their
eternal welfare. If I were rich, the character I should most wish to
figure in, would be that of a useful, benevolent and religious country
gentleman, as the advice and instruction, which I could thus impart,
would not arise simply from official duty and might be rendered doubly
efficient by acts of benevolence. Since that may not be, I am content
with the humbler office of a country parson."
At this period of the conversation a servent entered with a letter
directed to the Baronet, saying that it had been brought by an express.
He opened it and hastily running it over, exclaimed,
"Well, my boy, you can have your wish now. See there!" handing him
the open letter.
It was from the executor of a distant relation who had taken a fancy
to Edward in his childhood, and had now bequeathed him the whole of his
large estate, situated in the North of England.
Astonishment and gratitude to the Divine Disposer of events were
visible in the countenance of the youth as he silently lifted up his
eyes in thanksgiving.
After a few minutes pause, his father said, "Well, you will visit
your property immediately, of course?"
"Yes sir; but I wish to visit Hampshire for a few days before I set
off for the North." And so saying, he bade his father good night and
CHAPTER XVI. AN ENGAGEMENT.
Before leaving London, Ainslie called at the late residence of Mrs.
Franklin, and was surprised to find the house in other hands. On making
further inquiries of his father, he learnt that she had embarked for
New York with the whole of her family. On reflection he was satisfied
that this was the most natural and proper course for her. America was
the land of her nativity, and the scene of all the happiness she had
enjoyed in early life. England, the country where she had known nothing
but misfortune and trial. Her young sons, too, would be able to figure
with great advantage in the new country and its existing friendly
relations, with that to which her oldest son owed allegiance, prevented
her feeling any uneasiness on the score of his present employment in
the India service. Edward's father also informed him that Mrs.
Franklin's affairs in England were intrusted to the most responsible
Being satisfied that there was nothing further which friendship
required of him in that quarter he set out for Hampshire with rather
different feelings from those which oppressed him, on his last visit
We will not attempt to analyze his feelings at this time; but rather
follow him to the Rectory, whither he hastened after a half hour spent
at his father's seat. On entering the parlour, he found Mrs. Matthews
and Mrs. Cavendish, and learnt from them that the young ladies were
gone to visit Lucy's favourite school.
He determined to take a short cut to this place; and accordingly
strolled along a shaded pathway which led from the garden towards the
spot. The sun was just approaching the horizon and shed a rich
splendour over a pile of massy clouds which reposed in the west. As he
passed rapidly along a turn in the path revealed to him the solitary
figure of Aura Melville, in strong relief against the western sky as
she stood on the edge of a bank and gazed upon the last footsteps of
the retiring sun. He approached unobserved, and just as he was on the
point of speaking, heard her say in a low voice, as though thinking
"How beautiful! How much more beautiful it would be, if a certain
friend were with me to pronounce it so!"
Laying his hand gently upon her arm, he murmured in the same
soliloquizing tone, "How happy should I be If I might flatter myself
that I were that friend!"
She turned and the "orient blush of quick surprize," gave an
animation to her features which made her lover own to himself that he
had never seen her half so lovely.
We have already hinted at Aura's partiality for Edward and when we
apprize the reader that he had long loved her with a respectful and
devoted attachment, which he had only been prevented from declaring by
his dependent situation and uncertainty with regard to his pursuits in
life, it will readily be supposed that they were not many minutes after
this in coming to a perfect understanding.
With lingering steps and many a pause, they turned towards the
Rectory long after the shadows of twilight had begun to fall. The
rapture of those moments, the ardent expressions of the youth, the half
uttered confessions, the timid glances and averted looks of the maiden,
and the intervals of silence— silence full of that happiness which is
never known but once—all these must be imagined by the reader.
On their arrival at the Rectory they found that Lucy, who had been
left at the school by Aura, had returned by the more frequented road,
and the family were waiting their coming, while the smoking tea urn
sent forth its bubbling invitation to the most cheerful, if not the
most sumptuous of all entertainments.
CHAPTER XVII. TEA TABLE
"Well, Edward," said the good Rector, as he slowly sipped his
favourite beverage, "this is an unexpected pleasure. I had supposed
that the wishes of your father and the rhetoric of the minister had
prevailed over your philosophical resolutions and that you were already
half way to Saint Petersburg. Perhaps you are only come to pay us a
farewell visit, and are soon to set off for the North."
"Indeed, sir," replied Ainslie, "I am soon to set off for the North,
but shall hardly reach the court of the Czars this winter."
"To Berlin, perhaps."
"Too far, sir."
"Peradventure to Copenhagen."
"Hardly so far, sir, as the `Land o' cakes an brither Scots.' I am
to sojourn for the next few weeks among the lakes and hills of
"Cumberland!" exclaimed three or four voices at once.
"For what purpose can you be going to Cumberland," said Lucy
Blakeney, "I never heard of any court in that quarter except that of
"I am going to look after a little property there."
"I never heard your father say that he owned any estates in
Cumberland," said the Rector.
"But my great uncle Barsteck did. You remember the old gentleman who
used to visit my father and take me with him, in all his strolls about
the pleasant hills and meadows here. He has long been declining in
health and the letter which brought us the melancholy intelligence of
his decease brought also the information that he has remembered his old
favourite. I could have wished to be enriched by almost any other event
than the loss of so good a friend."
The remembrance of his relative's early kindness came over him with
such force at this moment that he rose and turned away to the window
and it was some minutes before he was sufficiently composed to resume
the conversation, in whsch he informed his friends that he had given up
all thoughts of public life and was resolved to devote himself to more
congenial pursuits amidst the romantick scenery of the lake country.
It may readily be supposed that this determination was highly
approved by the worthy pastor and that in the private interview, which
he had with Edward, the next day, it had no small influence in
procuring his approbation of the suit which he then preferred for the
hand of his fair ward.
After a few delightful days spent in the society of his friends at
the Rectory, Edward set forward on his journey to the North.
CHAPTER XVIII. AN ADVENTURE.
Edward's estate was in the neighbourhood of the romantick vale of
Keswick. The mansion house lately inhabited by his uncle, was an old
fashioned but comfortable house situated on the southern declivity of
the mountain Skiddaw, with a beautiful garden and extensive but uneven
grounds, laid out in a style entirely suited to the surrounding
scenery. The view from the balcony, in front of the house, was one of
singular beauty and sublimity. A long valley stretched away to the
south disclosing in the distance the still glassy surface of
Derwent-water and terminated by the bold and fantastic mountains of
Borrowdale. On the east the lofty steeps of Wallow-crag and Lodore
seemed to pierce the very heavens, whilst the towering heights of
Newland bounded the view on the West, displaying the picturesque
varieties of mountain foliage and rocks.
The cottages and farm houses of his tenants were scattered about in
such points of view, as to afford a pleasing sort of embellishment to
the landscape. Many of them were constructed of rough unhewn stone, and
roofed with thick slates, and both the coverings and sides of the
houses were not unfrequently overgrown with lichens and mosses as well
as surrounded with larches and sycamores. Edward made it his first
business, on his arrival, to visit his tenantry and he found no little
pleasure in studying the characters of these humble minded people,
whose residence amongst these sequestered mountain regions had
preserved their primitive manners from the tide of refinement and
corruption which had swept over less fortunate portions of the country.
As he was taking his customary ride on horseback one afternoon, he
arrived at a part of his estate remote from the mansion house, and
where he had not before been, when he was struck with the picturesque
appearance of one of the stone cottages which we have mentioned above.
It was of a very irregular shape and seemed to have received
additions and improvements from several generations of its occupants.
The orchard too had its trees of all ages, and one craggy looking
apple tree, which stood before the door, seemed by its accumulation of
moss, and its frequently protruded dry branches, to be coeval with the
house itself. There was a little garden with its shed full of bee
hives, and its narrow beds of herbs and borders of flowers, and a small
but noisy rill, that came dashing down from the rocks in the rear of
the cottage, and sent a smile of verdure and a fairy shout of melody
over the whole scene.
Edward alighted and entered the cottage, where he was received with
a hearty welcome. The farmer himself was away among the hills; but the
good dame was "main glad to see his honour, and hoped his honour was
coming to live among them, as his worship's honour that was dead and
gone had always done."
He assured her that such was his intention.
"I am glad your honour has come here this afternoon," she proceeded,
"for more reasons than one. Your honour must know there is a poor
distressed young creature in the other room, who wandered here
yesterday after a weary long journey. She is come of gentle blood, and
talks of her relations, who seem to be all lords and ladies. But sure
enough the poor thing is quite beside herself, and a woful sight she
was, when she came to our door yesterday, with nothing in the world but
an open work straw bonnet on her head, and a thin shawl over her
shoulders, poor soul, in such a biting cold day. Would not your honour
please to be so good as just to speak a kind word to her? I'm thinking
she's come from the South, and would be cheered at the sight of one
from her own part of the country, and of her own degree too."
It will be readily supposed that Edward expressed a desire to see
her, and he was accordingly conducted from the neat sitting room, into
which he had first been invited, into a small back room, where to his
no small astonishment he saw, seated in an easy chair by the fire, and
attended by a little girl, the unfortunate Lady Mary, the wife of Sir
Her attire consisted of a soiled travelling dress, which had once
been rich and showy—her countenance, though thin and wasted, was
flushed and feverish, and there was a wildness in her eyes which told
the saddest tale of all, that not only was the wretched lady forsaken
by friends and fortune, but at least partially deprived of the blessed
light of reason.
She started at the sight of Edward, and exclaimed, "Ha! so you have
come at last. Well, there, I have been crying here all this livelong
morning! My husband the Duke is to be beheaded on Tower Hill to-morrow
morning for high treason! But," said she, grasping Edward's arm, and
whispering vehemently in his ear, "I came within an ace of being queen,
for all that."
"Then, too," she continued, weeping bitterly, "they have imprisoned
me here, and the constable of the castle has taken away my jewels, and
sent away my waiting maid, and left me nobody but this simple maiden
here to attend upon me. I could have forgiven them all this but they
have taken away my child, my pretty boy, with his bright eyes and his
golden locks. Oh, why do they let me live any longer!" And she wrung
her hands as one not to be comforted.
"Poor creature!" whispered the good woman of the house, "she has not
been so raving before."
"I am acquainted with the unfortunate lady," replied Edward, in a
low voice, "but she does not seem to know me."
"Know you!" shrieked Lady Mary, catching his last words, "Yes I do
know you, Edward Ainslie, and I know, too, what you are come here for.
You have come to preach to me on the folly of ambition— to upbraid me
for deserting my friends and protectors. But you may spare yourself the
trouble. I shall answer for all to-morrow. I will die with my husband."
She said this with great energy, and then, after pausing a moment
and looking thoughtfully on the floor, she burst into tears again,
exclaiming, "But my poor boy! what will become of him. I pray Heaven
they may not destroy him. Surely he has done no injury to the state. If
the king could look upon his innocent little face, surely he would
Edward, perceiving that his presence could be of no service to her,
left the apartment and directed that every attention should be paid to
her, and promised ample remuneration to the family for their trouble.
Then hastily mounting his horse, he rode to the nearest medical
attendant, whom he despatched to the cottage before he returned home.
CHAPTER XIX. THE CONSEQUENCES OF
For several days after the occurrence which we have described in the
last chapter, Lady Mary continued in a high fever, and the physician
gave little hopes of her recovery. Edward visited the cottage every day
to inquire after her, and was at length happy to learn, that by the
unremitted kindness and care of the worthy family, she was safely past
the crisis of her disorder; that her reason was restored, but her
weakness was such, that she had not been permitted to attempt giving
any account of the manner in which she came into the miserable state in
which she was found.
She was assured that she was under the care of a friend who had
known her in early life, and would visit her as soon as her strength
would permit. Satisfied with this assurance, she recovered rapidly,
and, in a month from the time of Edward's first visit to the cottage,
was able to sit up a great part of the day, and to receive a visit from
The interview, as may readily be supposed, was an affecting one to
both parties. Poor Lady Mary seemed to be throughly humbled by
misfortune, and was desirous of nothing so much as to see her early
friends, and receive their pardon for her unworthy conduct in deserting
them. Edward assured her that their affection for her was the same as
ever; that they had regarded her as misled by designing and artful
persons; and that nothing would afford them such heartfelt pleasure, as
to welcome her once more to their hospitable home.
Thus soothed and encouraged, she informed him of the events which we
have already narrated concerning her elopement, and the subsequent
desertion of her husband. She proceeded to say that she had lost her
child, a beautiful boy, born at the Gothic cottage of which we have so
frequently spoken; that after the marriage of Craftly and Theresa,
which out of regard to that young lady's taste was celebrated with
considerable parade, she had continued to reside with them in the
cottage, in a state of indescribable wretchedness from the neglect of
She said, that one day when the rest of the family were out on an
afternoon visit, she went into one of the chambers to look for a book;
which, Theresa had told her as she went out, might be found in a drawer
there. She pulled out one drawer of the bureau after another in vain,
till she came to the lower one, which came out with considerable
difficulty. When, at last, she succeeded in drawing it out, what was
her astonishment, to find a great part of the letters which she had
written to her husband and friends, tumbled into it, after being broken
open? There were a great many more letters, and some among them
directed to Craftly, in her husband's hand writing.
Convinced that she was suffering by some vile conspiracy, she felt
herself justified in taking the whole to her room, after first closing
the drawer to avoid a speedy discovery.
Besides her own and Sir Stephen's letters, there were several of
Theresa's to her mother. Before the family returned, Lady Mary had read
through the greater part of them, and notwithstanding the bewildering
and oppressive emotions which impeded her progress and distracted her
mind, she was able to make out pretty clearly what her situation was.
Her husband was living in Paris, immersed in dissipation. Craftly
had been instructed by him, and was repeatedly charged in the letters,
to suffer no communication between her and her friends, and, what
shocked the unfortunate lady most of all and deprived her of
recollection for some moments, was a determination expressed in one of
the letters never to see her again, accompanied with the declaration,
that although she supposed herself so, she was not really his wife.
After recovering from her fainting fit, she hurried through the
remainder of the letters, with many tears and many prayers to Heaven
"Never in my life," said she, "did I pass an afternoon of such
complete and thorough wretchedness. I thought myself lost beyond all
hope. Surrounded with enemies, and without a single protector or
friend. Before the family returned, I restored a greater part of the
letters to the drawer, and when desired to join them at tea, I sent an
excuse, and was glad to be left neglected and undisturbed in my room
until the next morning.
"During this time I had considered all the circumstances of my
situation. It was apparent from the suppression of Theresa's letters,
that she had not from the first been a full participator in the plot
against me. Yet it was not possible for me to give her my confidence,
now that she had become the wife of Craftly, who was the chief
instrument of the conspiracy. The mother and sister of this hypocrite
were so fully persuaded of his honour, that they would have considered
me a maniac or a calumniator, if I had disclosed the truth to them. I
had found out by the letters that Craftly was paid for my support by my
husband, who relinquished the interest of a mortgage on Craftly's
estate as payment. This I regarded as a tacit acknowledgment that I was
his wife. But the evidence of Theresa, which I supposed could be drawn
from her at some future time by my friends, I considered of still
"I had no reason to fear that I should be left in absolute want, or
that I should be treated with open unkindness by any of the family. But
it was dreadful to me to know, that I was living under the roof of a
man who had conspired to deprive me of every thing that is valuable in
life. I could not look upon him without a secret shudder running
through my frame. After revolving the circumstances of my situation for
several days, during which I with difficulty preserved an outward
appearance of composure, I at length came to the resolution to seek
shelter with Mr. Matthews, and endeavour to recover the favour of my
"But how to effect my escape, with any prospect of ever reaching my
friends, was a difficult question. I had no money nor jewels of any
considerable value; but there were a few valuable laces which I might
dispose of for enough to defray my travelling expenses. I accordingly
packed them up with great care, and learning that there was to be a
fair in the neighbourhood, I determined to dispose of them there. On
the morning of the fair, I informed the family that I intended to take
a walk, and spend the day in visiting the cottages in our
neighbourhood; I hope the deception will be forgiven me. I put on my
travelling dress, concealed my treasure, and set forward, with mingled
emotions of gladness and apprehension. I sold the laces without
difficulty, though for considerably less than their value, and I have
reason to believe that I was mistaken for one of those persons who gain
a subsistence by smuggling articles of this kind from the continent.
This however was a trifling consideration, I could have consented to
pass for a gypsey or a fortune teller in order to escape from my
"My next object was to secure a passage in the mail coach, which
went South. Here was a greater trial of my courage; since this exposure
was a continued one, while my other was but momentary. I played my part
however as confidently as I could, and although my unprotected state
exposed me to suspicions which the innkeeper, his wife and even the
servants were at no great pains to conceal, yet I was enabled to bear
up against it all, without a tear, and arrived at the end of the first
stage without any accident.
"The fatigues of the last two days, however, were so great, that I
was nearly overcome when we arrived at the inn which was at the
termination of this stage, and I retired to a room apart, as soon as we
arrived. I observed a newspaper lying in the window seat, and after
refreshing myself with a cup of tea, I took it up, half hoping to see
the name of some friend in its columns. Judge of my horror on reading
the fatal record of my husband's death. He had fallen in a duel in
Paris. I had loved him, oh too well!"
Here Lady Mary became too much affected to proceed with her
narrative. Indeed she had little more to relate; for the shock had
proved too great for her reason, and from that moment she recollected
little more than that she had wandered from village to village, pitied
and relieved by some and derided by others, until she found herself in
her present asylum, restored to perfect recollection by the care of the
good people around her.
Edward had listened to her narrative with the deepest interest and
compassion, and assured her of the protection and support of her friends, whatever might be the determination of her relations. He
gave directions for her further accommodation at the cottage during her
convalescence, and it was arranged that as soon as her strength would
permit, she should take up her residence at his own house.
Having been delayed only by his desire to learn all that related to
her, and to provide for her comfort, Edward set off for the South as
soon as these arrangements had been completed, leaving Lady Mary under
the care of the worthy family at the cottage.
CHAPTER XIX. AN OLD FASHIONED
The time would fail us to enumerate the multiplied works of charity
in which Lucy Blakeney engaged herself. She was not content with
occasionally visiting the poor and administering to their more urgent
wants; but she made the true economy of benevolence her study. Her
knowledge, her taste, her wealth, were all rendered subservient to the
great cause. Without officiously intermeddling with the charities of
others, she became a bright example to them. Her well timed assistance
was a stimulus and an encouragement to the industrious poor, and her
silent and steady perseverance was a strong appeal to the better
feelings of the rich. She received the blessing of him that was ready
to perish, and the unheard praise and unsolicited imitation of those
who had abundance of wealth and influence.
As the nuptials of her friend Aura Melville approached, her
attention was directed to the proper mode of honouring that event, and
at the same time rendering it memorable among those who had long
regarded both these young persons as the joint guardians of their
happiness. Mr. and Mrs. Matthews and Mrs. Cavendish too, were all for
having the marriage celebrated after the fashion of the good old times
when the poor not only looked up to the gentry for protection and
friendship, but took a lively interest in their domestic affairs, were
depressed at their misfortunes, and proud and happy in the fame and
happiness of their patrons.
Nor was Edward Ainslie backward in promoting this design.
Accordingly the preparations for the marriage were made with a view to
interest and gratify rather than to dazzle the guests. The bridal array
was rather plain than sumptuous, the carriages and horses of Edward and
his family, were decked with ribbons, and the church ornamented with
flowers and evergreens, prepared by the pupils of Lucy's establishment,
who also walked in procession and had their dance upon the green, to
the music of the pipe and tabor. The villagers crowded the church to
witness the ceremony, and repaired to the Rectory to partake of the
bride cake, while the poor who had been invited to celebrate Lucy's
birth day, found an entertainment not less substantial and exhilarating
than the former one, prepared for them at her friend's wedding.
A long summer's day was spent in the festivities of this happy
occasion, and when late in the evening the full moon was seen rising
behind the church tower and shedding his quiet lustre over hill and
valley, streamlet and grove, the music was still sounding, and the
merry laugh of the light hearted guests was heard in parlour and hall.
None seemed to enjoy the day more deeply and feelingly than Lucy.
She had learned the great secret of woman's happiness, to enjoy the
happiness of others. Selfish gratification was no concern of hers. She
had entered into the previous arrangements with all her heart, and as
her object had been not to lay her friends under heavy obligations and
astonish the guests by show and parade, but to promote the real and
heartfelt pleasure of all concerned, she succeeded; and none derived
more satisfaction from partaking of this festival of true joy than she
did from its preparation.
When, on the following morning, Edward and his bride set off for the
North, she with the rest of the family bade them a tender adieu, and
returned to her usual benevolent occupations with that tranquil and
calm spirit, that firm reliance on the Righteous Disposer of all
things, which, in every situation of life, is indeed the pearl of
Several years rolled away after the event recorded in the last
chapter, without affording any thing worthy the attention of the
reader. The persons to whom our narrative relates, were enjoying that
calm happiness, which as has frequently been remarked, affords so
little matter for history. We must accordingly conclude the story with
the incidents of a somewhat later period.
It was the season of the Christmas holidays. Edward and his blooming
wife with their two lovely children, were on a visit to his father, and
had come to pass an evening at the Rectory. Lady Mary too was there.
She had recovered from the wreck of her husband's property enough to
support her genteelly, and had found an asylum with her old preceptor
and guide, in the only place where she had ever enjoyed any thing like
The Rector, now rapidly declining into the vale of years, afforded a
picture of all that is venerable in goodness; his lady retained her
placid and amiable virtues, although her activity was gone; and the
worthy Mrs. Cavendish, still stately in her carriage, and shrewd and
decisive in her remarks, presented no bad counterpart to her milder
Last but not the least interesting of the cheerful group which was
now assembled around the fireside of the Rector, was Lucy Blakeney. Her
beauty, unimpaired by her early sorrows and preserved by the active
and healthful discharge of the duties of benevolence, had now become
matured into the fairest model of lovely womanhood. It was not that
beauty which may be produced by the exquisite blending of pure tints on
the cheek and brow, by fair waving tresses and perfect symmetry of
outline— it was the beauty of character and intellect, the beauty
that speaks in the eye, informs every gesture and look, and carries to
the heart at once the conviction, that in such an one, we behold a
lovely work of the Creator, blessed by his own hand and pronounced good.
The Rector was delighted to find the three orphans once more met
under his own roof, and apparently enjoying the blessings of this world
in such a spirit as gave him no painful apprehensions concerning the
"I cannot express to you," he said, "how happy I am to see you all
here again once more before my departure. It has long been the desire
of my heart. It is accomplished, and I can now leave my blessing with
you and depart in peace."
"You cannot enjoy the meeting more highly than we do, I am sure,"
said Aura, "the return to this spot brings back a thousand tender and
delightful associations to my mind, and I regard among the most
pleasing circumstances which attend our meeting, the degree of health
and enjoyment in which we find all our old friends at the Rectory. But
how do all our acquaintances among the cottagers? Is the old serjeant
"He is in excellent health," replied the Rector, "and tells all his
old stories with as much animation as ever."
"And your protegés, Lady Mary, the distressed family which you found
out," rejoined Aura.
"They are well, and quite a happy industrious family," answered Lady
Mary, with a slight blush.
"How goes on the school, Lucy," said Edward, "I regard that as the
most effective instrument of benevolent exertion."
"I hope it has effected some good," answered Lucy. "There has been a
considerable number from the school who have proved useful and
respectable so far; several of the pupils are now married, and others
are giving instruction in different parts of the country. A
circumstance which has afforded us considerable gratification is, that
a pupil, whose merit has raised her to a high station in life, has
visited us lately, and presented a handsome donation towards rendering
the establishment permanent."
After a short pause in the conversation, Mr. Matthews expressed a
wish that they might have some intelligence from their absent friends.
"I have this day received a letter from America," said Edward,
taking it from his pocket and looking inquiringly at Lucy.
"I think you may venture to read it to us," said she.
It was from Mrs. Franklin, and informed him that she had purchased a
beautiful seat on the banks of the Delaware, and was living there in
the enjoyment of all the happiness, which was to be derived from the
society of her family and the delightful serenity of nature. One
circumstance only had happened since her departure from England to mar
this enjoyment, the account of which must be given in her own words.
`My oldest son, your friend—no doubt you have often heard from
him. He soon grew tired of the India service, and was at his own desire
exchanged into a regiment which had been ordered to join the army in
Spain. There, his career was marked with the heroism and generosity
which had ever distinguished his character. A young officer is now
visiting me, who accompanied him in his last campaign. He informs me,
that my noble son never lost an opportunity either of signalizing
himself in action or relieving the distresses of those who suffered the
calamities of war.
`In one of the severest battles fought upon the peninsula, it was
the fortune of my son to receive a severe wound, while gallantly
leading his men to a breach in the walls of a fortified town. The
English were repulsed, and a French officer, passing over the field, a
few hours after, with a detachment, had the barbarity to order one of
his men to fix his bayonet in him. His friend, who was also wounded and
lay near him, saw it, but was too helpless himself to raise an arm in
`The same night, the town was taken by storm. When the English force
advanced, the unfortunate officers were both conveyed to safe quarters,
and my poor son lived thirty-six hours after the capture of the place.
During this time, the story of his inhuman treatment reached the ears
of the commander in chief. Fired with indignation, he hastened to the
quarters of the wounded officers.
"`Poor Franklin," says his friend, "was lying in the arms of his
faithful servant and breathing heavily, when the illustrious Wellington
entered the room. It was apparent to all that he had but a few moments
"`Tell me," said the General, "exert but strength enough to describe
to me the villain who inflicted that unmanly outrage upon you, and I
swear by the honour of a soldier that in one hour his life shall answer
`Never did I see the noble countenance of Franklin assume such an
expression of calm magnanimity as when he replied,
"`I am not able to designate him, and if I could do it with
certainty, be assured, Sir, that I never would."'
`These were his last words, and in a few minutes more his spirit
fled to a brighter region.'
If there are sorrows which refuse the balm of sympathy, there are
also consolations which those around us "can neither give nor take
away." Through the remaining years of her life, the orphan daughter of
the unfortunate Charlotte Temple evinced the power and efficiency of
those exalted principles, which can support the mind under every
trial, and the happiness of those pure emotions and lofty aspirations
whose objects are raised far above the variable contingencies of time
In the circle of her friends she seldom alluded to past events; and
though no one presumed to invade the sanctuary of her private griefs
and recollections, yet all admired the serene composure with which she
bore them. Various and comprehensive schemes of benevolence formed the
work of her life, and religion shed its holy and healing light over all
When the summons came, which released her pure spirit from its
earthly tenement, and the history of her family was closed with the
life of its last representative; those who had witnessed, in her
mother's fate, the ruin resulting from once yielding to the seductive
influence of passion, acknowledged, in the events of the daughter's
life, that benignant power which can bring, out of the most bitter and
blighting disappointments, the richest fruits of virtue and happiness.