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M. He won't be ten thousand pounds the better for me, if he survive me.

D. No, madam; he can't expect that, as you have a daughter, and as he is a bachelor, and has not a child!-Poor old soul !

M. Old soul, Nancy !-And thus to call him for being a bachelor, not having a child!-Does this become you?

D. Not old soul for that, madam-but half the sum; five thousand pounds; you can't engage for less, madam.

M. That sum has your approbation then? [Looking as if she'd be even with me.]

D. As he leaves it to your generosity, madam, to reward his kindness to you, it can't be less.—Do, dear madam, permit me, without incurring your displeasure, to call him poor old soul again.

M. Never was such a whimsical creature! [turning away to hide her involuntary smile, for I believe I looked very archly; at least I intended to do so]-I hate that wicked sly look. You give yourself very free airs-don't you? I snatched her hand, and kissed it.

D. My dear mamma, be not angry with your girl! You have told me, that you was very lively formerly.

M. Formerly! Good lack!-But were I to encourage his proposals, you may be sure, that, for Mr Hickman's sake, as well as yours, I should make a wise agreement.

D. You have both lived to years of prudence,

madam.

M. Yes, I suppose I am an old soul too. D. He also is for making a wise agreement, or hinting at one, at least.

M. Well, the short and the long I suppose is this: I have not your consent to marry.

D. Indeed, madam, you have not my wishes to marry.

M. Let me tell you, that if prudence consists in wishing well to one's self, I see not but the young flirts are as prudent as the old souls.

D. Dear madam, would you blame me, if to wish you not to marry Mr Antony Harlowe, is to wish well to myself?

M. You are mighty witty. I wish you were as dutiful.

D. I am more dutiful, I hope, than witty; or I should be a fool as well as a saucebox.

M. Let me judge of both-Parents are only to live for their children, let them deserve it or not. That's their dutiful notion !

D. Heaven forbid that I should wish, if there be two interests between my mother and me, that my mother postpone her own for mine!or give up anything that would add to the real comforts of her life to oblige me!-Tell me, my dear mamma, if you think the closing with this proposal will.

M. I say, that ten thousand pounds is such an acquisition to one's family, that the offer of it deserves a civil return.

D. Not the offer, madam; the chance only! -if indeed you have a view to an increase of family, the money may provide

M. You can't keep within tolerable bounds! -That saucy fleer I cannot away with

D. Dearest, dearest madam, forgive me; but old soul ran in my head again !-Nay, indeed, and upon my word, I will not be robbed of that charming smile! And again I kissed her hand.] M. Away, bold creature! Nothing can be so provoking as to be made to smile when one would choose, and ought, to be angry.

D. But, dear madam, if it be to be, I presume you won't think of it before next winter.

M. What now would the pert one be at? D. Because he only proposes to entertain you with pretty stories of foreign nations in a winter's evening.-Dearest, dearest madam, let me have the reading of his letter through. I will forgive him all he says about me. M. It may be a very difficult thing, perhaps, for a man of the best sense to write a love-letter that may not be cavilled at.

D. That's because lovers in their letters hit not the medium. They either write too much nonsense, or too little. But do you call this odd soul's letter [no more will I call him old soul, if I can help it] a love-letter?

M. Well, well, I see you are averse to this matter. I am not to be your mother; you will live single, if I marry. I had a mind to see if generosity governed you in your views. I shall pursue my own inclinations; and if they should happen to be suitable to yours, pray let me for the future be better rewarded by you than hitherto I have been.

And away she flung, without staying for a reply.-Vexed, I dare say, that I did not better approve of the proposal-were it only that the merit of denying might have been all her own, and to lay the stronger obligation upon her saucy daughter.

She wrote such a widow-like refusal when she went from me, as might not exclude hope in any other wooer; whatever it may do in Mr Tony Harlowe.

It will be my part, to take care to beat her off the visit she half-promises to make him (as you will see in her answer) upon condition that he withdraw his suit. For who knows what effect the old bachelor's exotics [far-fetched and dear-bought, you know, is a proverb might otherwise have upon a woman's mind, wanting nothing but unnecessaries, gewgaws, and fineries, and offered such as are not easily to be met with, or purchased?

Well, but now I give you leave to read here, in this place, the copy of my mother's answer to your uncle's letter. Not one comment will I make upon it. I know my duty better. And here, therefore, taking the liberty to hope, that I may, in your present less disagreeable, though

not wholly agreeable situation, provoke a smile from you, I conclude myself,

Your ever affectionate and faithful

ANNA HOWE.

for one of her sex, and knows she has it,) is more a check to me than one would wish a daughter to be; for who would choose to be always snapping at each other? But she will soon be married; and then, not living toge

MRS ANNABELLA HOWE TO ANTONY HARLOWE, ther, we shall only come together when we are

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It is not usual, I believe, for our sex to answer by pen and ink the first letter on these occasions. The first letter! How odd is that! As if I expected another; which I do not. But then I think, as I do not judge proper to encourage your proposal, there is no reason why I should not answer in civility, where so great a civility is intended. Indeed, I was always of opinion, that a person was entitled to that, and not to ill usage, because he had a respect for me. And so I have often and often told my daughter.

A woman, I think, makes but a poor figure in a man's eye afterwards, and does no reputation to her sex neither, when she behaves like a tyrant to him beforehand.

To be sure, sir, if I were to change my condition, I know not a gentleman whose proposal could be more agreeable. Your nephew and your nieces have enough without you; my daughter has a fine fortune without me, and I should take care to double it, living or dying, were I to do such a thing; so nobody need to be the worse for it. But Nancy would not think

So.

All the comfort I know of in children, is, that when young they do with us what they will, and all is pretty in them to their very faults; and when they are grown up, they think their parents must live for them only, and deny themselves everything for their sakes. I know Nancy could not bear a father-in-law. She would fly at the very thought of my being in earnest to give her one. Not that I stand in fear of my daughter neither. It is not fit I should. But she has her poor papa's spirit. A very violent one that was. And one would not choose, you know, sir, to enter into any affair, that, one knows, one must renounce a daughter for, or she a mother-except indeed one's heart were much in it; which, I bless God, mine is

not.

I have now been a widow these ten years; nobody to control me; and I am said not to bear control; so, sir, you and I are best as we are, I believe; nay, I am sure of it; for we want not what either has; having both more than we know what to do with. And I know I could not be in the least accountable for any of my ways.

My daughter, indeed, though she is a fine girl, as girls go, (she has too much sense indeed

pleased, and stay away when we are not; and so, like other lovers, never see anything but the best sides of each other.

I own, for all this, that I love her dearly, and she me, I dare say; so would not wish to provoke her to do otherwise. Besides, the girl is so much regarded everywhere, that having lived so much of my prime a widow, I would not lay myself open to her censures, or even to her indifference, you know.

Your generous proposal requires all this explicitness. I thank you for your good opinion of me. When I know you acquiesce with this my civil refusal [and indeed, sir, I am as much in earnest in it, as if I had spoken broader] I don't know but Nancy and I may, with your permission, come to see your fine things; for I am a great admirer of rarities that come from abroad.

So, sir, let us only converse occasionally as we meet, as we used to do, without any other view to each other than good wishes; which I hope may not be lessened for this declining. And then I shall always think myself

Your obliged servant,

ANNABELLA HOWE.

P. S. I sent word by Mrs Lorimer, that I would write an answer; but would take time for consideration. So hope, sir, you won't think it a slight, I did not write sooner.

LETTER CV.

MR LOVELACE TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ.

Sunday, May 21.

I AM too much disturbed in my mind to think of anything but revenge; or I did intend to give thee an account of Miss Harlowe's observations on the play. Miss Harlowe's I say. Thou knowest that I hate the name of Harlowe; and I am exceedingly out of humour with her, and with her saucy friend.

What's the matter now? thou'lt ask.

Matter enough; for while we were at the play, Dorcas, who had her orders, and a key to her ladyship's chamber, as well as a master-key to her drawers and mahogany chest, closet-key and all, found means to come at some of Miss Howe's last-written letters. The vigilant wench was directed to them by seeing her lady take a letter out of her stays, and put it to the others, before she went out with me-afraid, as the women upbraidingly tell me, that I should find it there.

Dorcas no sooner found them, than she assembled three ready writers of the non-apparents; and Sally, and she, and they employed themselves with the utmost diligence, in making extracts, according to former directions, from these cursed letters, for my use. Cursed, I may well call them-Such abuses!-Such virulence!-O this little fury Miss Howe! Well might her saucy friend (who has been equally free with me, or the occasion could not have been given) be so violent as she lately was, at my endeavouring to come at one of these letters.

I was sure, that this fair-one, at so early an age, with a constitution so firm, health so blooming, eyes so sparkling, expectations therefore so lively, and hope so predominating, could not be absolutely, and from her own vigilance, so guarded, and so apprehensive, as I have found her to be.

Sparkling eyes, Jack, when the poetical tribe have said all they can for them, are an infallible sign of a rogue, or room for a rogue, in the heart.

Thou may'st go on with thy preachments, and Lord M. with his wisdom of nations, I am now more assured of her than ever. And now my revenge is up, and joined with my love, all resistance must fall before it. And most solemnly do I swear, that Miss Howe shall come in for her snack.

And here, just now, is another letter brought from the same little virulent devil. I hope to procure transcripts from that too, very speedily, if it be put to the test; for the saucy fair-one is resolved to go to church this morning; not so much from a spirit of devotion, I have reason to think, as to try whether she can go out with out check, control, or my attendance.

I HAVE been denied breakfasting with her. Indeed she was a little displeased with me last night; because, on our return from the play, I obliged her to pass the rest of the night with the women and me, in their parlour, and to stay till near one. She told me at parting, that she expected to have the whole next day to herself. I had not read the extracts then; so was all affectionate respect, awe, and distance; for I had resolved to begin a new course, and, if possible, to banish all jealousy and suspicion from her heart; and yet I had no reason to be much troubled at her past suspicions; since, if a woman will continue with a man whom she suspects, when she can get from him, or thinks she can, I am sure it is a very hopeful sign.

SHE is gone. Slipt down before I was aware. She had ordered a chair, on purpose to exclude

my personal attendance. But I had taken proper precautions. Will attended her by consent; Peter, the house-servant, was within Will's call.

I had, by Dorcas, represented her danger from Singleton, in order to dissuade her from going at all, unless she allowed me to attend her; but I was answered, with her usual saucy smartness, that if there was no cause of fear of being met with at the playhouse, when there were but two playhouses, surely there was less at church, when there were so many churches. The chairmen were ordered to carry her to St James's church.

me,

But she would not be so careless of obliging if she knew what I have already come at, and how the women urge me on; for they are continually complaining of the restraint they lie under in their behaviour; in their attendance; neglecting all their concerns in the front house; and keeping this elegant back one entirely free from company, that she may have no suspicion of them. They doubt not my generosity, they say: But why, for my own sake, in Lord M.'s style, should I make so long a harvest of so little corn?

Women, ye reason well. I think I will begin my operations the moment she comes in.

I HAVE Come at the letter brought her from Miss Howe to-day. Plot, conjuration, sorcery, witchcraft, all going forward! I shall not be able to see this Miss Harlowe with patience. As the nymphs below ask, so do I, Why is night necessary? And Sally and Polly upbraidingly remind me of my first attempts upon themselves. Yet force answers not my end—and yet it may, if there be truth in that part of the libertine's creed, That once subdued, is always subdued! And what woman answers affirmatively to the question?

SHE is returned: But refuses to admit me; and insists upon having the day to herself. Dorcas tells me, that she believes her denial is from motives of piety.-Oons, Jack, is there impiety in seeing me?-Would it not be the highest act of piety to reclaim me? And is this to be done by her refusing to see me when she is in a devouter frame than usual?-But I hate her, hate her heartily! She is old, ugly, and deformed.-But O the blasphemy! yet she is an Harlowe; and I do and can hate her for that.

But since I must not see her, she will be mistress of her own will, and of her time, truly !] let me fill up my time, by telling thee what I have come at.

The first letter the women met with, is dated

April 27.* Where can she have put the preceding ones!-It mentions Mr Hickman as a busy fellow between them. Hickman had best take care of himself. She says in it, "I hope you have no cause to repent returning my Norris -it is forthcoming on demand." Now, what the devil can this mean!-Her Norris forthcoming on demand!--the devil take me, if I am out-Norris'd!—If such innocents can allow themselves to plot (to Norris) well may I.

She is sorry, that "her Hannah can't be with her." And what if she could? What could Hannah do for her in such a house as this?

"She wants but very little farther provocation," she says, "to fly privately to London. And if she does, she will not leave her till she sees her either honourably married, or quit of the wretch." Here, Jack, the transcriber Sally has added a prayer-" For the Lord's sake, dear Mr Lovelace, get this fury to London !"-Her fate, I can tell thee, Jack, if we had her among us, should not be so long deciding as her friend's. What a gantelope would she run, when I had done with her, among a dozen of her own pitiless sex, whom my charmer shall never see!But more of this anon.

I find by this letter, my saucy captive had been drawing the characters of every varlet of ye. Nor am I spared in it more than you. "The man's a fool, to be sure, my dear." Let me perish, if they either of them find me one!—

"The women in the house are to be found out in one breakfasting." The women are enraged at both the correspondents for this; and more than ever make a point of my subduing her. I had a good mind to give Miss Howe to them in full property. Say but the word, Jack," A silly fellow, at least." Cursed contemptiand it shall be done.

"She is glad that Miss Harlowe had thoughts of taking me at my word. She wondered I did not offer again." Advises her, if I don't soon, "not to stay with me." Cautions her, "to keep me at a distance; not to permit the least familiarity.”—See, Jack! see, Belford !-Exactly as I thought!-Her vigilance all owing to a cool friend, who can sit down quietly, and give that advice, which in her own case she could not take. What an encouragement to me to proceed in my devices, when I have reason to think that my beloved's reserves are owing more to Miss Howe's cautions than to her own inclinations! But "it is my interest to be honest," Miss Howe tells her.-INTEREST, fools!—I thought these girls knew, that my interest was ever subservient to my pleasure.

What would I give to come at the copies of the letters to which those of Miss Howe are answers!

The next letter is dated May 3.† In this the little termagant expresses her astonishment, that her mother should write to Miss Harlowe, to forbid her to correspond with her daughter. Mr Hickman, she says, is of opinion, "that she ought not to obey her mother." How the creeping fellow trims between both! I am afraid that I must punish him, as well as this virago; and I have a scheme rumbling in my head, that wants but half an hour's musing to bring into form, that will do my business upon both. I cannot bear, that the parental authority should be thus despised, thus trampled under foot. But observes the vixen, ""Tis well he is of her opinion; for her mother having set her up, she must have somebody to quarrel with."-Could a Lovelace have allowed himself a greater licence? This girl's a devilish rake in her heart. Had she been a man, and one of us, she'd have outdone us all in enterprize and spirit.

See Letter LXIII. of this Vol.

ble-"I see not but they are a set of infernals!" There's for thee, Belford!" And he the Beelzebub!" There's for thee, Lovelace! and yet she would have her friend marry a Beelzebub.

And what have any of us done, (within the knowledge of Miss Harlowe,) that she should give such an account of us, as should excuse so much abuse from Miss Howe!-But the occasion that shall warrant this abuse is to come!

She blames her for not admitting Miss Partington to her bed-" Watchful, as you are, what could have happened? If violence were intended, he would not stay for the night." I am ashamed to have this hinted to me by this virago. Sally writes upon this hint-" See, sir, what is expected from you. A hundred, and a hundred times have we told you of this."-And so they have. But, to be sure, the advice from them was not of half the efficacy as it will be from Miss Howe.-"You might have sat up after her, or not gone to bed," proceeds she.

But can there be such apprehensions between them, yet the one advise her to stay, and the other resolve to wait my imperial motion for marriage? I am glad I know that.

She approves of my proposal of Mrs Fretchville's house. She puts her upon expecting settlements; upon naming a day; and concludes with insisting upon her writing, notwithstanding her mother's prohibitions; or bids her" take the consequence." Undutiful wretches! How

I long to vindicate against them both the insulted parental character!

Thou wilt say to thyself, by this time, And can this proud and insolent girl be the same Miss Howe, who sighed for honest Sir George Colmar; and who, but for this her beloved friend, would have followed him in all his broken fortunes, when he was obliged to quit the kingdom? And I always

Yes, she is the very same.

+ See Letter LXXI. of this Vol..

found in others, as well as in myself, that a first passion thoroughly subdued, made the conqueror of it a rover; the conqueress a tyrant.

Well, but now comes mincing in a letter, from one who has "the honour of dear Miss Howe's commands,”* to acquaint Miss Harlowe, that Miss Howe is "excessively concerned for the concern she has given her.'

"I have great temptations, on this occasion," says the prim Gothamite, " to express my own resentments upon your present state."

"My own resentments!"- -And why did he not fall into this temptation?—Why, truly, because he knew not what that state was, which gave him so tempting a subject-only by a conjecture, and so forth.

He then dances in his style, as he does in his gait! To be sure, to be sure, he must have made the grand tour, and come home by the way of Tipperary.

"And being, moreover, forbid," says the prancer, "to enter into the cruel subject."-This prohibition was a mercy to thee, friend Hickman!-But why cruel subject, if thou knowest not what it is, but conjecturest only from the disturbance it gives to a girl, that is her mother's disturbance, will be thy disturbance, and the disturbance, in turn, of everybody with whom she is intimately acquainted, unless I have the humbling of her?

In another letter,† the little fury professes, "that she will write, and that no man shall write for her," as if some medium of that kind had been proposed. She approves of her fair friend's intention" to leave me, if she can be received by her relations. I am a wretch, a foolish wretch. She hates me for my teazing ways. She has just made an acquaintance with one who knows a vast deal of my private history." A curse upon her, and upon her historiographer!—"The man is really a villain, an execrable one." Devil take her!" Had I a dozen lives, I might have forfeited them all twenty crimes ago." An odd way of reckoning, Jack!

Miss Betterton, Miss Lockyer, are namedthe man (she irreverently repeats) she again calls a villain. Let me perish, I repeat, if I am called a villain for nothing!-She" will have her uncle," as Miss Harlowe requests, "sounded about receiving her. Dorcas is to be attached to her interest; my letters are to be come at by surprise or trick.”

What thinkest thou of this, Jack? Miss Howe is alarmed at my attempt to come at a letter of hers.

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"I am at the head of a gang of wretches," thee, Jack, and thy brother varlets, she owns she means," who join together to betray innocent creatures, and to support one another in their villainies."-What sayest thou to this, Belford?

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She wonders not at her melancholy reflections for meeting me, for being forced upon me, and tricked by me."-I hope, Jack, thou❜lt have done preaching after this!

But she comforts her, "that she will be both a warning and example to all her sex." I hope the sex will thank me for this!

The nymphs had not time, they say, to transcribe all that was worthy of my resentment in this letter; so I must find an opportunity to come at it myself. Noble rant, they say it contains-But I am a seducer, and a hundred vile fellows, in it." And the devil, it seems, took possession of my heart, and of the hearts of all her friends, in the same dark hour, in order to provoke her to meet me." Again, "There is a fate in her error," she says-Why then should she grieve?" Adversity is her shining time," and I can't tell what; yet never to thank the man to whom she owes the shine!

In the next letter, wicked as I am," she fears I must be her lord and master." I hope so.

She retracts what she said against me in her last. My behaviour to my Rosebud; Miss Harlowe to take possession of Mrs Fretchville's house; I to stay at Mrs Sinclair's; the stake I have in my country; my reversions; my economy; my person; my address; [something like in all this! are brought in my favour, to induce her now not to leave me. How do I love to puzzle these long-sighted girls!

Yet " my teazing ways," it seems, " are intolerable."Are women only to teaze, I trow? The sex may thank themselves for teaching me to out-teaze them. So the headstrong Charles XII. of Sweden taught the Czar Peter to beat him, by continuing a war with the Muscovites against the ancient maxims of his kingdom.

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May eternal vengeance PURSUE the villain, [thank heaven, she does not say overtake, if he give room to doubt his honour!"-Women can't swear, Jack-sweet souls! they can only curse.

I am said, to doubt her love-Have I not reason? And she, to doubt my ardour-Ardour, Jack!-why, 'tis very right-women, as Miss Howe says, and as every rake knows, love ardours!

She apprizes her of the "ill success of the application made to her uncle"-By Hickman no doubt!-I must have this fellow's ears in my pocket, very quickly, I believe.

She says," she is equally shocked and enraged

See Letter XC. of this Vol.

• See Letter LXXIII. of this Vol. + See Letter LXXXVI. of this Vol. VOL. VII.

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