"I lecture not, my love; but do declare,You read you say what your attainments 666 are. "Oh! you believe," said she," that other Are read as well as histories of kings, It was a story, where was done a deed Perhaps your greater learning may despise Well! do not frown,-I read the tender tales With all the hidden schemes that none can Till the last book, and then the ghosts appear. "I read all plays that on the boards suc ceed, And all the works, that ladies ever read,- "The next was 'The Confessions of a Ay! you may stare; but, sir, believe it true Nun,-' 'Twas quite a shame such evil should be done; And I grew pale, and shudder'd as I read : At Bath and Brighton,-they were pretty Noghosts nor spectres there were heard or seen, That we can read and learn, as well as you. ""I would not boast,-but I could act a scene In any play, before I was fifteen. ""Nor is this all; for many are the times "Entirely, madam! else were I possess'd BOOK X. THE OLD BACHELOR A Friend arrives at the Hall-Old Bachelors | They to my joys administer, nor vex Me more; and now I venerate the sex; SAVE their kind friend the rector, Richard Yet these are they in tale and song display'd, yet Had not a favourite of his brother met; The peevish man, and the repining maid; From whom th' affrighten'd niece and nephew Fear'd while they live, and useless till they die. 'Not such these friends of mine; they never meant This social pleasure that our friends bestow; They had warm passions, tender hopes, desires That youth indulges, and that love inspires; But fortune frown'd on their designs, displaced The views of hope, and love's gay dreams disgraced; Took from the soul her sunny views, and spread A cloud of dark but varying gloom instead: And shall we these with ridicule pursue, Because they did not what they could not do? If they their lot preferr'd, still why the jest On those who took the way they judged the best? But if they sought a change, and sought in vain, 'Tis worse than brutal to deride their painBut you will see them; see the man I praise, The kind protector in my troubled days, Himself in trouble; you shall see him now, And learn his worth! and my applause allow.' This friend appear'd, with talents form'd to please, And with some looks of sprightliness and ease; To him indeed the ills of life were known, But misery had not made him all her own. They spoke on various themes, and George design'd To show his brother this, the favourite mind; To lead the friend, by subjects he could choose, To paint himself, his life, and earlier views, What he was bless'd to hope, what he was doom'd to lose. They spoke of marriage, and he understood Their call on him, and said, 'It is not good To be alone, although alone to be Is freedom; so are men in deserts free; Men who unyoked and unattended groan, Condemn'd and grieved to walk their way alone : Whatever ills a married pair betide, But is not man, the solitary, sick 'Do you not find, that joy within the breast Of the unwedded man is soon suppress'd; While, to the bosom of a wife convey'd, Increase is by participation made?— The lighted lamp that gives another light, Say, is it by th' imparted blaze less bright ? Are not both gainers when the heart's distress Is so divided, that the pain is less? And when the tear has stood in either eye, Love's sun shines out, and they are quickly dry.' He ended here,-but would he not confess, How came these feelings on his mind to press? He would! nor fear'd his weakness to display To men like them; their weakness too had they. Bright shone the fire, wine sparkled, sordid care Was banish'd far, at least appear'd not there; Near to my father's mansion,—but apart, I must acknowledge, from my father's heartDwelt a keen sportsman, in a pleasant seat; Nor met the neighbours as should neighbours meet: To them revenge appear'd a kind of right, And urged the anger of each rival-squire ; Not that his neighbour had indeed a place, his prayer, That he might see a revolution there. At this the tory-squire was much perplex'd, "Freedom in France!-what will he utter next? Sooner should I in Paris look to see 'My poor mamma, who had her mind When we might all as friends and neighbours subdued By whig-control, and hated every feud, Would have her neighbour met with mind serene; But fiercer spirit fired the tory-queen: 6 'This lofty dame, with unrelenting soul, Had a fair girl to govern and control; The dear Maria !—whom, when first I met,Shame on this weakness! do I feel it yet? 'The parents' anger, you will oft-times see Prepares the children's minds for amity; Youth will not enter into such debate, 'Tis not in them to cherish groundless hate; Nor can they feel men's quarrels or their cares, Of whig or tory, partridges or hares. 'Long ere we loved, this gentle girl and I Gave to our parents' discord many a sigh; It was not ours,-and when the meeting came, It pleased us much to find our thoughts the same; But grief and trouble in our minds arose A kindred spirit in the hostile mind; At length I whisper'd-" Would that war might cease Between our houses, and that all was peace!" A sweet confusion on her features rose, "She could not bear to think of having foes, live, And for that blessing, O! what would she give?" "Then let us try and our endeavours blend," I said, "to bring these quarrels to an end; Thus, with one purpose in our hearts, we strove, And, if no more, increased our secret love; Love that with such impediments in view To meet the growing danger stronger grew; And from that time each heart, resolved and sure, Grew firm in hope, and patient to endure. To those who know this season of delight I need not strive their feelings to excite; To those who know not the delight or pain, The best description would be lent in vain ; And to the grieving, who will no more find The bower of bliss, to paint it were unkind; I pass it by, to tell that long we tried To bring our fathers over to our side; 'Twas bootless on their wives our skill to try, For one would not, and one in vain comply. 'First I began my father's heart to move, By boldly saying, "We are born to love; My father answer'd, with an air of ease, "Well! very well! be loving if you please! Except a man insults us or offends, In my opinion we should all be friends." 'This gain'd me nothing; little would accrue From clearing points so useless though so true; But with some pains I brought him to confess, That to forgive our wrongs is to redress : "It might be so," he answer'd, yet with doubt, That it might not, "but what is this about?" 'Coolly my father look'd, and much enjoy'd The broken eloquence his eye destroy'd; Yet less confused, and more resolved at last, With bolder effort to my point I past; And fondly speaking of my peerless maid, I call'd her worth and beauty to my aid, "Then make her mine!" I said, and for his favour pray'd. 'My father's look was one I seldom saw, It gave no pleasure, nor created awe; It was the kind of cool contemptuous smile Of witty persons, overcharged with bile; At first he spoke not, nor at last to me- What, if the boy should his addresses pay And left a beggar so dissatisfied; I felt as one indulged, and yet abused, And yet, although provoked, I was not unamused. 'In a reply like this appear'd to meet This would a trial and a triumph be: please; You'll find the lady sitting on her bed, And 'tis expected that you woo and wed." 'Yet not so easy was my conquest found; I met with trouble ere with triumph crown'd. Triumph, alas!-My father little thought, A king at home, how other minds are wrought; True, his meek neighbour was a gentle squire, And had a soul averse from wrath and ire; He answer'd frankly, when to him I went, I give you little, sir, in my consent: He and my mother were to us inclined, The powerless party with the peaceful mind; But that meek man was destined to obey A sovereign lady's unremitted sway; Who bore no partial, no divided rule,— All were obedient pupils in her school. She had religious zeal, both strong and sour, That gave an active sternness to her power; But few could please her, she herself was one By whom that deed was very seldom done; With such a being, so disposed to feed "Admire my daughter! Sir, you're very The girl is decent, take her all in all,— Perhaps her uncles, in a cause so good, "But this we drop at present, if you please, We shall have leisure for such things as these ; friend!" 'Then, with a solemn curtsey and profound, Her laughing eye she lifted from the ground, And left me lost in thought, and gazing idly round. Still we had hope, and, growing bold in time, And sure the meaning look that I convey'd 'Still hope existed that a mother's heart Would in a daughter's feeling take a part; Nor was it vain,-for there is found access To a hard heart, in time of its distress: 'The mother sicken'd, and the daughter sigh'd, And we petition'd till our queen complied; She thought of dying, and if power must cease, Better to make, than cause, th' expected peace; Much time is lost," she said, "but yet May, in the race of life, have much to run; Sweet hours of expectation !-I was gone I reach'd her home!--but that pure soul was She was no more-for ever shut that eye, cease, There is a melancholy power that reigns """Tis quite enough," my gentle mother cried, "We leave the raptures, and will find the bride." 'There was a lady near us, quite discreet, Whom in our visits 'twas our chance to meet, One grave and civil, who had no desire That men should praise her beauties or admire; arm, But had no foolish fluttering or alarm; Nor try to think; but I will think in peace.- prove, And seem'd, like me, as one estranged from My mother praised her, and with so much skill, grow As fond a couple as the world could show ; |