I travell❜d then till health again resumed My peace I could not to my profits trust: Again some views of brighter kind appear'd, My heart was humbled, and my mind was clear'd; I felt those helps that souls diseased restore, And that cold frenzy, avarice, raged no more. From dreams of boundless wealth I then arose; This place, the scene of infant bliss, I chose, And here I find relief, and here I seek repose. 'Yet much is lost, and not yet much is found, But what remains, I would believe, is sound; Sees through receding clouds the rising good.' BOOK VIII. THE SISTERS Morning Walk and Conversation-Visit at a Cottage-Characters of the Sisters--Lucy and Jane-Their Lovers--Their Friend the Banker and his Lady-Their Intimacy Its Consequence-Different Conduct of the Lovers-The Effect upon the SistersTheir present State The Influence of their Fortune upon the Minds of either. THE morning shone in cloudless beauty bright; Richard his letters read with much delight; George from his pillow rose in happy tone, His bosom's lord sat lightly on his throne: They read the morning news-they saw the sky Inviting call'd them, and the earth was dry. The day invites us, brother,' said the 'squire ; If Phoebe comes, do you attend to her; Come, and I'll show thee something to Nor vex a creature, humble, sad, and still, admire : By your coarse bounty, and your rude goodwill.' We still may beauty in our prospects trace; If not, we have them in both mind and face. "Tis but two miles-to let such women live Unseen of him, what reason can I give? Why should not Richard to the girls be known? Would I have all their friendship for my own? This said, the brothers hasten'd on their way, With all the foretaste of a pleasant day. The morning purpose in the mind had fix'd The leading thought, and that with others mix'd. How well it is,' said George, when we Something was said of nerves, and that disease, Whose varying powers on mind and body seize, possess The strength that bears us up in our distress; Are used to hide the evils they betray: 'When Timon's board contains a single dish, Timon talks much of market-men and fish, Forgetful servants, and th' infernal cook, Who always spoil'd whate'er she undertook. 'But say, it tries us from our height to fall, Yet is not life itself a trial all? And not a virtue in the bosom lives, The will of heaven to make her own she tries, 'And is there aught on earth so rich or rare, Whose pleasures may with virtue's pains compare? This fruit of patience, this the pure delight, And saw a lady sitting with her book; Through which the latent sadness he discern'd. The stranger-brother at the cottage door 'The girls were orphans early; yet I saw, When young, their father-his profession law; He left them but a competence, a store That made his daughters neither rich nor poor; Not rich, compared with some who dwelt around; Not poor, for want they neither fear'd nor found; Their guardian uncle was both kind and just, One whom a parent might in dying trust; Who, in their youth, the trusted store improved, And, when he ceased to guide them, fondly loved. 'These sister beauties were in fact the grace Of yon small town,-it was their native place; Like Saul's famed daughters were the lovely If told the childish wishes, one bespoke 'Lucy loved all that grew upon the ground, The satires keen that fear or rage excite, That men in power attack, and ladies high, And give broad hints that we may know them by. She was amused when sent to haunted rooms, And felt at once the folly and the dread: And trust the magic of the Ratcliffe-wand. 'In her religion-for her mind, though light, Was not disposed our better views to slightHer favourite authors were a solemn kind, Who fill with dark mysterious thoughts the mind; And who with such conceits her fancy plied, Became her friend, philosopher, and guide. 'She made the Progress of the Pilgrim one To build a thousand pleasant views upon; All that connects us with a world above She loved to fancy, and she long'd to prove; Well would the poet please her, who could lead Her fancy forth, yet keep untouch'd her creed. Led by an early custom, Lucy spied, They loved each other with the warmth of youth, With ardour, candour, tenderness, and truth; And though their pleasures were not just the same, Yet both were pleased whenever one became ; Nay, each would rather in the act rejoice, That was th' adopted, not the native choice. Each had a friend, and friends to minds And good are soon united in the bond; The younger sister first engaged his view, Said he, "I marry, what is then a face? 'But Lucy found him to his mother kind, And saw the Christian meekness of his mind; His voice was soft, his temper mild and sweet, His mind was easy, and his person neat. Jane said he wanted courage; Lucy drew No ill from that, though she believed it too; "It is religious, Jane, be not severe; "Well, Lucy, then it is religious fear." Nor could the sister, great as was her love, A man so lifeless and so cool approve. 'Jane had a lover, whom a lady's pride Might wish to see attending at her side, Young, handsome, sprightly, and with good address, Not mark'd for folly, error or excess; 66 Prove but the facts, and I resist not proof; For Lucy fear'd,-" Why tell me to beware? And far from need, both loving and beloved. Thus grew, as myrtles grow; I grieve at heart That I have pain and sorrow to impart. 'A town was near, in which the buildings all Were large, but one pre-eminently tallAn huge high house. Without there was an air Of lavish cost; no littleness was there; Bright on the sloping glass the sun-beams shone, And brought the summer of all climates on. 'Here wealth its prowess to the eye dis play'd, And here advanced the seasons, there delay'd; Bid the due heat each growing sweet refine, Made the sun's light with grosser fire combine, And to the Tropic gave the vigour of the Line. 'Yet, in the master of this wealth, behold A light vain coxcomb taken from his gold, Whose busy brain was weak, whose boasting heart was cold. 'O! how he talk'd to that believing town, That he would give it riches and renown; Cause a canal where treasures were to swim, And they should owe their opulence to him In fact, of riches he insured a crop, So they would give him but a seed to drop. 'By this professing man, the country round Was search'd to see where money could be found. The thriven farmer, who had lived to spare, Became an object of especial care; He took the frugal tradesman by the hand, And wish'd him joy of what he might command; And the industrious servant, who had laid But they were both her pride and happiness; Respected those whom she essay'd to blind; Nay with esteem she some compassion gave To the fair victims whom she would not save. 'The Banker's wealth and kindness were her themes, His generous plans, his patriotic schemes; What he had done for some, a favourite few, What for his favourites still he meant to do; Not that he always listen'd-which was hard To her, when speaking of her great regard For certain friends-" but you, as I may say, Are his own choice-I am not jealous-nay!" Then came the man himself, and came As just from business of importance freed; Were wed, and he was showing off his wife; 'Jane laugh'd at all their visits and parade, And call'd it friendship in an hot-house made; A style of friendship suited to his taste, Brought on, and ripen'd, like his grapes, in haste; She saw the wants that wealth in vain would hide, And all the tricks and littleness of pride; On all the wealth would creep the vulgar stain, And grandeur strove to look itself in vain. Lucy perceived-but she replied, "why heed Such small defects?-they're very kind indeed!" And kind they were, and ready to produce His grapes and nectarines woo'd the virgins' hand, His books and roses were at their command; And costly flowers,-he took upon him shame That he could purchase what he could not In her regard; she smiled, but listen'd too; Nay, would be grateful, she would trust her all, Her funded source,-to him a matter small; Taken for their sole use, and ever at their call: To be improved-he knew not how indeed; But he had methods-and they must succeed. "This was so good, that Jane, in very pride, To spare him trouble, for a while denied; And Lucy's prudence, though it was alarm'd, Was by the splendor of the Banker charm'd; |