I was even desi-
rous oi bee ming like her; but how could
I begin my reformation ?
rous oi bee ming like her; but how could
I begin my reformation ?
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had been paid to my parents, and some of"
the elder part of the company, he advanced
towards me, and his eyes beamed with the
most animated pleasure; he briefly, but
warmly, alluded to the exquisite delight
my poetry had afforded him, and, to my
astonishment, repeated every line of the
piece ! hadshewnhim. He approached my
sister, who . was at the other extremity of the
room my eyes followed him. I observed
her manner was distant and reserved ; he
endeavoured to engage her in conversa-
tion; but she seemed to return no other;
answers than those which civility forced
from her. . I saw him fold his arms in a
dejected attitude, and as he stood by her
side, survey her with a fixed, yet marked
attention. He, spoke again, and she re-
garded him with surprise and evident
confusion; he laid his hand upon her arm,
appeared to speak in an impressive man-
ner, and turned'hisi eyes towards me ;;' I
am betrayed,'11'thought, and sunk into a
seat. In afe w moments Fanny hastened to
. me, and, with her usual solicitude, en*
quired whether I was not well. 'The heat
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overcomes me,' I replied. 'Let us then
retire into another room;' and, putting
her arm round me, she led me into the
next apartment. Belmont soon followed.
My head was resting on Fanny's bosom,
while her gentle lip pressed my reclining
cheek. 'Ah ! ' he exclaimed,' I now see
the lovely picture of sisterly affection rea-
lized; that picture which your pen, Miss
Falkland, has so beautifully described. '
* Do not mention it,' I replied in haste.
* And why not ? Since it reflects the high-
est honour on your head and heart. Your
sister,' he continued, addressing himself
to Fanny, * is too diffident of her talents;
Iwishtoinspire her with more confidence. :
the lines she has addressed to you are of
the finest order of poetry. ' 'To me ! ' ex-
claimed Fanny; * dear,. dear Seraphina,
let me see them; how happy am I to be
thought so worthy. ' 'Have not even you
seen them ? ' said Belmont; ' then indeed
I have been greatly favoured. ' 'I wish
them not to be mentioned,' I said, at-
tempting to rise; but Belmont still pur*
sued? the subject, and repeated one of the
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stanzas. I sunk down into a chair, itt
confusion indescribable. Fanny bent over
me and gently whispered, 'Be not dis-
tressed, my Seraphina; the discovery has
made me proud. ' 'Of Belmont s appro-
bation,'I ^aid. 'No; of you r's,' she re-
plied. 'Do not then betray me,' I hastily
intreated. She pressed rne to her heart,
andhersilence spoke more eloquently than
words. We were called upon to play ; I
could not recover my spirits or my confix
dence, and my fingers wandered over the
strings of my harp with more than their.
usual want of skill and expression. Fanny
played and sang so as to charm every one
present. Belmont stood close to her, and
watched every movement of her fingers;
his whole soul seemed absorbed in extacy
and admiration. After the lesson was
ended, a duet was proposed, and I beheld
with mortification Belmont preparing to
sing with Fanny. The most rapturous
plaudits followed. He came to me;
'How enchantingly your sister sings!
with what pathos, taste, and expression!
Her voice, and your poetic lyre, would
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charm even a savage. ' I blushed deeply;
but that 1 may not tire you with a descrip-
tion of scenes and speeches, I will relate,
as concisely as I can, how my shame and
mortification became ai last complete.
"My poor mother's blind partiality for
her Seraphina led, one day, to a detection
of my delinquency. A large company
had assembled at our house; the topics
of the day had been discussed; politics
and the weather had given place to lite-
rary subjects and literary persons. The
comparative powers of men and women
in the acquirement of sciences and learn-
ing, in the display of taste, and the exer-
cise of judgment, had been fully com-
mented upon. The ladies supported their
party; boasted of a Carter,;w^o wrote
on Epictetus, and a Seward, who trans-
lated Horace. Several gentlemen, more
perhaps in compliment than sincerity,
advanced as the champions of female lite^
jature; but one, of sterner stuff' than the
rest, bluntly denied the possibility of a
woman's becoming more learned than an
ordinary school-boy, or capable of ac-
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quiring any other sciences than botany or
music ; as if intellect were of a particular
sex,and depended upon corporeal strength
and construction! ' What woman,' he
scornfully exclaimed, ' who pretends to
understand Greek and Latin. , can, if left
to herself, do more than explain a quota-
tion in. a newspaper? I would not wish a
daughter of mine to pretend. to learning
or poetry. ' 'Not to poetry,. Sir 7? ' said my
mother in an accent of; surprise. 'No,
madam; certainly not to. poetry; it pro-
motes idle fancies, fantastic images* and
vain conceits; its very basis is fiction, and
I had rather see a girl employed with her
needle than her pen; but J beg pardon,
madam, perhaps you are a poet ? ' 'No Sir>
not I myself. ' 'Some one of your family
then, madam? ' 'Possibly Sir,' said my
mother, throwing a significant glance to-
wards me. I blushed; when the cynic
approaching me, said, in rather a soften-
ed tone, * Have I detected you? May I
presume, Miss Falkland, to request the
favour of hearing some of the effusions of
your genius? For I am 'assured tltey will
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convince me, whatever Im&y have thought
to the contrary, that the muses and graces
sometimes go hand in hand, and that
learning and talents are not confined to
our sex. ' 'I never thought they were,'
I replied, * and I now find that vanity and
curiosity are not exclusively ours. ' 'They
are not learned lines, Sir, said my mother.
'So much the better, madam; sonnets,
I imagine; or elegies, or odes, or songs,
or fables, or acrostics, or rebusses? '
'Neither, Sir,' replied my mother, pro-
voked at his sarcastic manner, which my
retort had instantly revived; * they are
neither; but whatever they are, they
would do honour to any person, even
to Pope himself. ' I observed a smile
lurking upon several countenances, as
my fond mother pronounced this
warm eulogium. Distressed as I was
at the conversation, and every moment
dreading to hear myself declared the poet,
I yet felt a security in the belief that the
lines themselves would not be produced
as a proof; but, to my astonishment and
confusion, my mother drew from her
pocket the very paper I had shewn Bel*'
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mont; and presenting it to the gentleman,
i Read Sir, and judge for yourself,' (at the
same time throwing a glance of triumph
towards me,) 'judge of my daughter's
poetry. ' Fanny was in conversation with
Belmont in a distant part of the room,
and heard not what was passing; but at
the sudden silence of the company, as the
lines were reading, she looked up, listen-
ed, and in a moment her cheek was as
deeply crimsoned with surprise, as mine
was with shame. The gentleman, pau-
sing, pronounced them admirable, and jo-
cosely exclaimed, 'The laurel for Miss
Falkland. ' My father, who knew how
much Fanny shrunk from any thing like
publicity of praise, who approved of her
delicacy, and encouraged her reserve, at
this moment forgot his usual caution and
her diffidence, and replied, 'The appro-
bation of friends will be dearer to Fanny
than the poet's crown. ' 'To Seraphina
you mean,' said my mother. 'To Sera-
phina! then I am greatly mistaken; but
Come hither my dear girls,' said my fa-
ther, (ever wishing to draw truth from its
hidden recesses), confess to whom we
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must decree the disputed bays, or the
golden violet. ' * To Seraphina,' an-
swered my poor mother, with emphatic
partiality; but my father, now zealous to
ascertain the fact, again enquired whose
they really were; for he had read them
as Fanny's.
"I left the room to avoid the humilia-
tingdiscoverywhichlthought awaited mo,
and eager to escape from the observation
of the company, and the astonished gaze
of Belmont. My ever-consoling sister
followed me, and would not be repulsed.
'More dear than ever to my heart, my
Seraphina,' she exclaimed, * has not this
originated in your partiality for me, and
ought it not to cement our friendship in
still closer bonds? ' Though my heart
could not reply in affirmation to the purity
of the intentions ascribed to me, yet her
tenderness calmed the agitation of my
spirits; and the nobleness of her nature,
which had ever shone most conspicuous
in moments of trial, inspired me with
a wish to emulate it, to rise superior to
the shame I had endured, and, by a can-
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did and public avowal of my folly, in some
measure, to expiate it. 'I will confess all,'
I said; ' I will confess it before the whole
party. ' 'No,no,'repliedmygenerousFan-
ny,' there is no necessity for it; it may not
be known ; let it pass; it will be soon for-
gotten by those who are indifferent to it;
but to me how dear has been this proof of
your affection; then let it pass with others. '
"Fanny's intreaties had no effect upon
me; I knew that had it been possible for
her to have erred as I had done, she would
have been capable o? a? iy atonement, and
I felt that nothing but a confession of my
guilt, would restore me to myself,
"I returned into the room, and with a
kind of mock-heroic dignity, which I as.
Burned in order to veil the shame and an-
guish of my feelings, exclaimed--' Friends
and enemies! ye, who are witnesses of my
disgrace, hear my confession, and award
your punishment. I plead guilty to the
charge of theft; I have strutted in bor-
rowed plumes, and . now, like the poor
jack-daw, am . 1 stripped of them all; not
even one feather remains to decorate my
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cap. I quit poetry and the muses for ever,
and hope the lesson which humbled vanity
has this day inscribed upon my heart, will
never be erased. This dear girl from
whom I have pilfered,'----Fanny intreat-
ed me to proceed no farther; "myheroism
was but the ebullition of a moment; I
burst into tears, and was unable to utter
another word. Belmont arose, and, taking
ahandof each. led us to another apartment,
where, placing himself between us, he
exclaimed, 'Dear and interesting sisters! '
then turning to me,'Who, Miss. Falkland,.
would not fall, thus to rise? ' He pressed .
our hands between his, and imprinted a
kiss on each; mine was the tribute of
sympathising pity; Fanny's of respect
and admiration. I felt it such, but at
thatmoment she was ' too much mypride,
to wake my envy. ''
"Belmont Continued to visit us, and
was always our welcome guest. In vain
my beauty blazed upon his eye; Fannys
virtues sunkinto his heart; inherlie found
that' kindred mind' he had 'sought, and
he soonbecamc her. lover andherhusband.
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"Disappointed in ray desire of pleasing
the only man whose esteem I had ever
seriously wished to obtain, I grew peevish
and discontented,and I turned, for a time,
disgusted from the insipid flatteries of the
fops who still surrounded me.
"I was not ignorant of the source of
Belmont's attachment to Fanny; for,.
whatever might be my boast of beauty, I
had long been conscious of her mental su-
periority ; but in a ball room,or in general
society, the charms of mind are neither
appreciated nor discovered, while those of
person are instantly acknowledged and
idolized. i
"In Fanny I had never, till now, found
a rival $ and I began to reflect, with
sorrow and perhaps humiliation, upon
the life of folly I had led.
I was even desi-
rous oi bee ming like her; but how could
I begin my reformation ? Long habits op-
posed so strong a barrier between my
wish and my power, that, rather than
make any extraordinary exertion, I again
indolently yielded to them; and again
listened to all who flattered my vanity;
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though they iio longer deluded my un-
derstanding.
"Happiness had fled with Belmont and
Fanny. From their house I always re-
turned with my mind corroded by dis-
quiet, occasioned by the comparison I
unavoidably made between her and me;
yet she was dearer to me than ever. The
cheerfulness of her temper gave buoy-
ancy to her step, animation to her eye,
smiles to her mouth, and the sweetest
modulation to her voice. At once lively
and intelligent, gentle and affectionate,
her various virtues, instead of losing, dally
gained new influence over the heart of
Belmont. The sphere in which shemoved,
was to him the central point of happiness;
his wife was his friend ; his home was his
? world. All who saw her, loved her--
'loved her so much that they forgot to
admire yet,instead of the attentions she
received, and the affection she inspired,
adding one to the number of the tww,
they only rendered her the more desirous
of pleasing, and more deserving the bless-
ing of being beloved. Every new duty
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she had to perform, served but to deve-
lope some new beauty of character ; and
never has the pronoun 'my' been pro-
nounced with more pride, than when
Belmont has said ' my wife,' and I, 'my
sister;' yet alas! the happiness she im-
parted and received could not give peace
to my bosom; and reflection came to me
but as the messenger of misery. Children
of the same parents, we had shared the
same solicitude, the same affection, and,
but for the fatal possession of beauty, my
mind might have been as richly endowed
as Fanny's. My powers of understanding
were enervated by the frivolous pursuits
which a too tender and indulgent mother
had permitted me to follow. I was a child
in information; in myself I had no re-
sources; books, in general, wearied me;
y for music I had no taste, and in needle-
work I found no amusement. A prey to
secret discontent, my temper became so
irritable, that I began to find my adorers
retreating from a shrine at which perpe-
tual homage was exacted, and my health
suffered from the inquietude of my mind.
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A long and dangerous illness was the con-
sequence. On the pillow of sickness, the
veil which vanity had spread before my
fight, was withdrawn, and all her tinsel
trappings fell, tarnished, to the ground.
I saw myself, as I really was, a weak, de-
serted, faded beauty. When I surveyed
myself in the glass, I could retrace rione
of those charms which I had imagined
would for ever have held the world in
chains; all had perished.
"My mother wept over the remains of
mybeauty,and pressed the ruin still closer
to her bosom. ' My father said, 'Why
should we lament a flower that you find
the breath of sickness, accident, or sor-
row, can at once destroy? Why has it
ever been valued? But let us examine the
heart; let us explore the treasures of the
mind? Ah! my unfortunate Seraphina,
you possessed a fatal gift,and your parents
weakly imagined its power would have
been superior to that of intellect. We have
much lost time to atone for, but let us
not despair; nature has not been deficient
to you in mental qualities; let us culti-
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vate them, and they will teach you not tcs<<
regret the loss of beauty. See our Fanny 1
myintelligentcompanion; my affectionate
child; my consoling friend! ' 'Oh! ' I,
cried, interrupting him, and clasping his
hand, * make me but like Fanny,. and I
shall be happy. ' * You will be like her,*
he replied, 'if you will resolve to pursue
the same means. '
"My recovery was slow and doubtful;
I was no longer a beauty. My father
read to me, and by degrees I found
amusement in the books he selected; my
mind gradually strengthened, and he in-
stilled into it the principles of science,
taste, and truth. I received several offers
of marriage, but I would not quit my pa-
rents in their declining years; I was
happy in their affection, and other love
had been longextinguished. I closed their
eyes, and received their parting blessing,
'* With my Fanny and her amiable
Belmont, I continue to pass the sweetest
hours of my existence; I am become their
friend and companion. I now not only
talk, bnt converse ;with them. It is true
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I am an old maid; but I trust neither a
peevish nor querulous one. I can witness
the happiness of others, with a smile of
? heartfelt pleasure; can sjrmpathise in.
their disappointments, from whatever
cause they flow; and tenderly tndeavour
to sooth their afflictions. Though my
youth deserved the contempt of the wise,
I trust that my old age will merit the re-
spect of the virtuous ; and remember, my
young friends,
'It is t'ae mind that irtakcs the body ricfi. '"
During this recital, the varied emotions
of Rose's mind, and some applications
which she made to herself, were visible in
her countenance; her changing hue told
what were her feelings; the expression
of her eye what were her thoughts.
"Dear, dear Mrs. Falkland," she said, " I
do not think I should have admired you
as a beauty so much as I love you now. '*
** And yet Rose," replied Mrs. Falkland,
M have you not fancied you could not
love any one who was not handsome ?
And, if you were not attracted by beauty,
have you not turned away, believing it
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impossible that any charm or excellence
could dwell beneath a plain exterior I"
Rose blushed the confession her tongue
was ashamed to utter. "Is not Fanny ?
like her mamma r" she timidly enquired.
"Her very counterpart, my love: and
she does not resemble her mother more
in person than in mind; the same sweet-
ness of temper; the same kindness of
heart; the same strength of understand-
ing; the same self-command; the same
charm of character. She is once in a
year allowed to be my companion for a
month, and this month is not so much
her holiday as mine; she leaves a pleasant
home; parents tender and indulgent; bro-
thers and sisters who doat upon her, to
be dull with an old aunt; but she knows
in part the happiness she dispenses, and
this constitutes her own. My brother,
with whom I generally reside (as he is yet
unmarried) indulges us both in whatever .
little plans we propose ; and a short visit
to Matlock is generally one of them. You
will not suspect me of insincerity when I
say, that our visit this year has been pro-
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duefive of greater pleasure to us all, thau
any former one, and that I earnestly hope
it may lead to still further happiness--to a
friendship that will end but with our lives. "
Rose kissed the hand she held; and the
rest of the party fervently and affection-
ately repeated the same wish.
Mr. Falkland and Fanny were seen ap-
proaching; thegirlshas ened to meet therm
and when they returned together to the
spot where Mrs. Falkland and Mrs. Sydney
were sitting, " Brother," said the former,
"you must join me in awishlhave just ex-
pressed to Mrs. Sydney, that the friendship
our families have formed, may not expire
with the period of our association at Mat-
lock, but be continued even to the end of
our lives. " "I join in it from my heart,"
he replied; "what say you Fanny? " The
most affectionate smile played upon her in-
telligent countenance,andsheheld out her
hands toheryoungfriends,whoall extend-
ed theirs; the pledge of friendship was gi-
ven. and returned; and with hearts as
closely united as hands, they walked back
to the hotel to dinner.
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CHAP. XVII.
Tus day of separation nearly approached,
and the melancholy morrow was at last
fixed upon. The parsonage, that spot
of" so much local felicity, which to leave
even for scenes of novelty and pleasure>
had been agony, was now thought of
with a tear. "O, Fanny! " Rose would
exclaim, "could we but take you and
dear Mr. and Mrs. Falkland with us,
what on earth should we have to wish
for more? " "My father! " replied Emi-
ly, with a sigh. "True, Emily, your
father; and then we should be quite
happy. " "Not quite]' said Fanny, " with-
out my father, and my mether, and all
my brothers and sisters. " "I forgot
them replied Rose, laughing; M I wish
we could have all; how delightful would
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be a little village composed only of
friends! " and immediately the. little vi-
sionary pursued her phantom of felicity,
till she was lost in her own Utopia. . '
The day before they quitted Matlock,
every place, which was marked by any
particular remembrance, was revisited;
on some they lingered, unwilling to say
adieu; here Mr. Falkland had repeated
some of his own verses; there he had
read some favourite author; in this spot
Fanny had sung; on this bench Mrs.
Falkland related her narrative, and here
they pledged eternal friendship--how
could they bid adieu to scenes so
dear--go sacred 1 They were all sketch-
ed, and the party grouped by the
pencil of Isabel or Emily, as pre-
cious memorials of departed joys, when
the friends, who gave them interest,
would be far distant! Yet they loved
to indulge in the visions of future visits
to the same scenes, and with the same
society; and were cheered by the pro-
mise that Mr, and Mrs. Falkland and
Fanny would visit the parsonage before
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the end of the summer. These hopes
beguiled the present hour, and softened
. the pang of the parting one; but a. tear
stood in every eye when the lip attempt-
ed to utter the last farewel; even Mr.
Falkland's spectacles glistened with the
dew of tender sorr<<w; and he scarcely
eould distinguish the object he handed
into the chaise.
The departure of a family that had so
warmly engaged their affections, left a
blank that no common-place company
could fill up; and they resolved upon
leaving Matlock also, and returning
into Yorkshire, where Mr. Falkland
resided. Their road lay across a diffe-
rent part of the Derbyshire Moors from
that pursued by Mrs. Sydney, but the
same bold, wild, and rugged features
marked it, and brought to Mr. Falk-
land's recollection the idea they had ex-
cited in the mind of Rose, of resembling
scenes, such as Ossian describes, of Fin-
gal's battles; and that she expected to
see some of the shades of his lofty heroes
or blue eyed maidens, or even great
jt. . ? '
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Fingal himself, flitting before her. De-
lighted in thus associating the idea of
his little. favourite with the views before
him, and. knowing that it would afford
her pleasure to be so remembered, he
hastily wrote the following lines:--
THE SHADE OF LOB A.
On yonder mountain's cloud-cap't. head,
What grisly form is nigh?
E'en through the veil of mist I dread
The thunder of his arm, and lightning of his eye.
Pale king. of. shadows. ! Loda hail!
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had been paid to my parents, and some of"
the elder part of the company, he advanced
towards me, and his eyes beamed with the
most animated pleasure; he briefly, but
warmly, alluded to the exquisite delight
my poetry had afforded him, and, to my
astonishment, repeated every line of the
piece ! hadshewnhim. He approached my
sister, who . was at the other extremity of the
room my eyes followed him. I observed
her manner was distant and reserved ; he
endeavoured to engage her in conversa-
tion; but she seemed to return no other;
answers than those which civility forced
from her. . I saw him fold his arms in a
dejected attitude, and as he stood by her
side, survey her with a fixed, yet marked
attention. He, spoke again, and she re-
garded him with surprise and evident
confusion; he laid his hand upon her arm,
appeared to speak in an impressive man-
ner, and turned'hisi eyes towards me ;;' I
am betrayed,'11'thought, and sunk into a
seat. In afe w moments Fanny hastened to
. me, and, with her usual solicitude, en*
quired whether I was not well. 'The heat
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overcomes me,' I replied. 'Let us then
retire into another room;' and, putting
her arm round me, she led me into the
next apartment. Belmont soon followed.
My head was resting on Fanny's bosom,
while her gentle lip pressed my reclining
cheek. 'Ah ! ' he exclaimed,' I now see
the lovely picture of sisterly affection rea-
lized; that picture which your pen, Miss
Falkland, has so beautifully described. '
* Do not mention it,' I replied in haste.
* And why not ? Since it reflects the high-
est honour on your head and heart. Your
sister,' he continued, addressing himself
to Fanny, * is too diffident of her talents;
Iwishtoinspire her with more confidence. :
the lines she has addressed to you are of
the finest order of poetry. ' 'To me ! ' ex-
claimed Fanny; * dear,. dear Seraphina,
let me see them; how happy am I to be
thought so worthy. ' 'Have not even you
seen them ? ' said Belmont; ' then indeed
I have been greatly favoured. ' 'I wish
them not to be mentioned,' I said, at-
tempting to rise; but Belmont still pur*
sued? the subject, and repeated one of the
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stanzas. I sunk down into a chair, itt
confusion indescribable. Fanny bent over
me and gently whispered, 'Be not dis-
tressed, my Seraphina; the discovery has
made me proud. ' 'Of Belmont s appro-
bation,'I ^aid. 'No; of you r's,' she re-
plied. 'Do not then betray me,' I hastily
intreated. She pressed rne to her heart,
andhersilence spoke more eloquently than
words. We were called upon to play ; I
could not recover my spirits or my confix
dence, and my fingers wandered over the
strings of my harp with more than their.
usual want of skill and expression. Fanny
played and sang so as to charm every one
present. Belmont stood close to her, and
watched every movement of her fingers;
his whole soul seemed absorbed in extacy
and admiration. After the lesson was
ended, a duet was proposed, and I beheld
with mortification Belmont preparing to
sing with Fanny. The most rapturous
plaudits followed. He came to me;
'How enchantingly your sister sings!
with what pathos, taste, and expression!
Her voice, and your poetic lyre, would
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charm even a savage. ' I blushed deeply;
but that 1 may not tire you with a descrip-
tion of scenes and speeches, I will relate,
as concisely as I can, how my shame and
mortification became ai last complete.
"My poor mother's blind partiality for
her Seraphina led, one day, to a detection
of my delinquency. A large company
had assembled at our house; the topics
of the day had been discussed; politics
and the weather had given place to lite-
rary subjects and literary persons. The
comparative powers of men and women
in the acquirement of sciences and learn-
ing, in the display of taste, and the exer-
cise of judgment, had been fully com-
mented upon. The ladies supported their
party; boasted of a Carter,;w^o wrote
on Epictetus, and a Seward, who trans-
lated Horace. Several gentlemen, more
perhaps in compliment than sincerity,
advanced as the champions of female lite^
jature; but one, of sterner stuff' than the
rest, bluntly denied the possibility of a
woman's becoming more learned than an
ordinary school-boy, or capable of ac-
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quiring any other sciences than botany or
music ; as if intellect were of a particular
sex,and depended upon corporeal strength
and construction! ' What woman,' he
scornfully exclaimed, ' who pretends to
understand Greek and Latin. , can, if left
to herself, do more than explain a quota-
tion in. a newspaper? I would not wish a
daughter of mine to pretend. to learning
or poetry. ' 'Not to poetry,. Sir 7? ' said my
mother in an accent of; surprise. 'No,
madam; certainly not to. poetry; it pro-
motes idle fancies, fantastic images* and
vain conceits; its very basis is fiction, and
I had rather see a girl employed with her
needle than her pen; but J beg pardon,
madam, perhaps you are a poet ? ' 'No Sir>
not I myself. ' 'Some one of your family
then, madam? ' 'Possibly Sir,' said my
mother, throwing a significant glance to-
wards me. I blushed; when the cynic
approaching me, said, in rather a soften-
ed tone, * Have I detected you? May I
presume, Miss Falkland, to request the
favour of hearing some of the effusions of
your genius? For I am 'assured tltey will
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convince me, whatever Im&y have thought
to the contrary, that the muses and graces
sometimes go hand in hand, and that
learning and talents are not confined to
our sex. ' 'I never thought they were,'
I replied, * and I now find that vanity and
curiosity are not exclusively ours. ' 'They
are not learned lines, Sir, said my mother.
'So much the better, madam; sonnets,
I imagine; or elegies, or odes, or songs,
or fables, or acrostics, or rebusses? '
'Neither, Sir,' replied my mother, pro-
voked at his sarcastic manner, which my
retort had instantly revived; * they are
neither; but whatever they are, they
would do honour to any person, even
to Pope himself. ' I observed a smile
lurking upon several countenances, as
my fond mother pronounced this
warm eulogium. Distressed as I was
at the conversation, and every moment
dreading to hear myself declared the poet,
I yet felt a security in the belief that the
lines themselves would not be produced
as a proof; but, to my astonishment and
confusion, my mother drew from her
pocket the very paper I had shewn Bel*'
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mont; and presenting it to the gentleman,
i Read Sir, and judge for yourself,' (at the
same time throwing a glance of triumph
towards me,) 'judge of my daughter's
poetry. ' Fanny was in conversation with
Belmont in a distant part of the room,
and heard not what was passing; but at
the sudden silence of the company, as the
lines were reading, she looked up, listen-
ed, and in a moment her cheek was as
deeply crimsoned with surprise, as mine
was with shame. The gentleman, pau-
sing, pronounced them admirable, and jo-
cosely exclaimed, 'The laurel for Miss
Falkland. ' My father, who knew how
much Fanny shrunk from any thing like
publicity of praise, who approved of her
delicacy, and encouraged her reserve, at
this moment forgot his usual caution and
her diffidence, and replied, 'The appro-
bation of friends will be dearer to Fanny
than the poet's crown. ' 'To Seraphina
you mean,' said my mother. 'To Sera-
phina! then I am greatly mistaken; but
Come hither my dear girls,' said my fa-
ther, (ever wishing to draw truth from its
hidden recesses), confess to whom we
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must decree the disputed bays, or the
golden violet. ' * To Seraphina,' an-
swered my poor mother, with emphatic
partiality; but my father, now zealous to
ascertain the fact, again enquired whose
they really were; for he had read them
as Fanny's.
"I left the room to avoid the humilia-
tingdiscoverywhichlthought awaited mo,
and eager to escape from the observation
of the company, and the astonished gaze
of Belmont. My ever-consoling sister
followed me, and would not be repulsed.
'More dear than ever to my heart, my
Seraphina,' she exclaimed, * has not this
originated in your partiality for me, and
ought it not to cement our friendship in
still closer bonds? ' Though my heart
could not reply in affirmation to the purity
of the intentions ascribed to me, yet her
tenderness calmed the agitation of my
spirits; and the nobleness of her nature,
which had ever shone most conspicuous
in moments of trial, inspired me with
a wish to emulate it, to rise superior to
the shame I had endured, and, by a can-
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did and public avowal of my folly, in some
measure, to expiate it. 'I will confess all,'
I said; ' I will confess it before the whole
party. ' 'No,no,'repliedmygenerousFan-
ny,' there is no necessity for it; it may not
be known ; let it pass; it will be soon for-
gotten by those who are indifferent to it;
but to me how dear has been this proof of
your affection; then let it pass with others. '
"Fanny's intreaties had no effect upon
me; I knew that had it been possible for
her to have erred as I had done, she would
have been capable o? a? iy atonement, and
I felt that nothing but a confession of my
guilt, would restore me to myself,
"I returned into the room, and with a
kind of mock-heroic dignity, which I as.
Burned in order to veil the shame and an-
guish of my feelings, exclaimed--' Friends
and enemies! ye, who are witnesses of my
disgrace, hear my confession, and award
your punishment. I plead guilty to the
charge of theft; I have strutted in bor-
rowed plumes, and . now, like the poor
jack-daw, am . 1 stripped of them all; not
even one feather remains to decorate my
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cap. I quit poetry and the muses for ever,
and hope the lesson which humbled vanity
has this day inscribed upon my heart, will
never be erased. This dear girl from
whom I have pilfered,'----Fanny intreat-
ed me to proceed no farther; "myheroism
was but the ebullition of a moment; I
burst into tears, and was unable to utter
another word. Belmont arose, and, taking
ahandof each. led us to another apartment,
where, placing himself between us, he
exclaimed, 'Dear and interesting sisters! '
then turning to me,'Who, Miss. Falkland,.
would not fall, thus to rise? ' He pressed .
our hands between his, and imprinted a
kiss on each; mine was the tribute of
sympathising pity; Fanny's of respect
and admiration. I felt it such, but at
thatmoment she was ' too much mypride,
to wake my envy. ''
"Belmont Continued to visit us, and
was always our welcome guest. In vain
my beauty blazed upon his eye; Fannys
virtues sunkinto his heart; inherlie found
that' kindred mind' he had 'sought, and
he soonbecamc her. lover andherhusband.
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"Disappointed in ray desire of pleasing
the only man whose esteem I had ever
seriously wished to obtain, I grew peevish
and discontented,and I turned, for a time,
disgusted from the insipid flatteries of the
fops who still surrounded me.
"I was not ignorant of the source of
Belmont's attachment to Fanny; for,.
whatever might be my boast of beauty, I
had long been conscious of her mental su-
periority ; but in a ball room,or in general
society, the charms of mind are neither
appreciated nor discovered, while those of
person are instantly acknowledged and
idolized. i
"In Fanny I had never, till now, found
a rival $ and I began to reflect, with
sorrow and perhaps humiliation, upon
the life of folly I had led.
I was even desi-
rous oi bee ming like her; but how could
I begin my reformation ? Long habits op-
posed so strong a barrier between my
wish and my power, that, rather than
make any extraordinary exertion, I again
indolently yielded to them; and again
listened to all who flattered my vanity;
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though they iio longer deluded my un-
derstanding.
"Happiness had fled with Belmont and
Fanny. From their house I always re-
turned with my mind corroded by dis-
quiet, occasioned by the comparison I
unavoidably made between her and me;
yet she was dearer to me than ever. The
cheerfulness of her temper gave buoy-
ancy to her step, animation to her eye,
smiles to her mouth, and the sweetest
modulation to her voice. At once lively
and intelligent, gentle and affectionate,
her various virtues, instead of losing, dally
gained new influence over the heart of
Belmont. The sphere in which shemoved,
was to him the central point of happiness;
his wife was his friend ; his home was his
? world. All who saw her, loved her--
'loved her so much that they forgot to
admire yet,instead of the attentions she
received, and the affection she inspired,
adding one to the number of the tww,
they only rendered her the more desirous
of pleasing, and more deserving the bless-
ing of being beloved. Every new duty
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she had to perform, served but to deve-
lope some new beauty of character ; and
never has the pronoun 'my' been pro-
nounced with more pride, than when
Belmont has said ' my wife,' and I, 'my
sister;' yet alas! the happiness she im-
parted and received could not give peace
to my bosom; and reflection came to me
but as the messenger of misery. Children
of the same parents, we had shared the
same solicitude, the same affection, and,
but for the fatal possession of beauty, my
mind might have been as richly endowed
as Fanny's. My powers of understanding
were enervated by the frivolous pursuits
which a too tender and indulgent mother
had permitted me to follow. I was a child
in information; in myself I had no re-
sources; books, in general, wearied me;
y for music I had no taste, and in needle-
work I found no amusement. A prey to
secret discontent, my temper became so
irritable, that I began to find my adorers
retreating from a shrine at which perpe-
tual homage was exacted, and my health
suffered from the inquietude of my mind.
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A long and dangerous illness was the con-
sequence. On the pillow of sickness, the
veil which vanity had spread before my
fight, was withdrawn, and all her tinsel
trappings fell, tarnished, to the ground.
I saw myself, as I really was, a weak, de-
serted, faded beauty. When I surveyed
myself in the glass, I could retrace rione
of those charms which I had imagined
would for ever have held the world in
chains; all had perished.
"My mother wept over the remains of
mybeauty,and pressed the ruin still closer
to her bosom. ' My father said, 'Why
should we lament a flower that you find
the breath of sickness, accident, or sor-
row, can at once destroy? Why has it
ever been valued? But let us examine the
heart; let us explore the treasures of the
mind? Ah! my unfortunate Seraphina,
you possessed a fatal gift,and your parents
weakly imagined its power would have
been superior to that of intellect. We have
much lost time to atone for, but let us
not despair; nature has not been deficient
to you in mental qualities; let us culti-
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vate them, and they will teach you not tcs<<
regret the loss of beauty. See our Fanny 1
myintelligentcompanion; my affectionate
child; my consoling friend! ' 'Oh! ' I,
cried, interrupting him, and clasping his
hand, * make me but like Fanny,. and I
shall be happy. ' * You will be like her,*
he replied, 'if you will resolve to pursue
the same means. '
"My recovery was slow and doubtful;
I was no longer a beauty. My father
read to me, and by degrees I found
amusement in the books he selected; my
mind gradually strengthened, and he in-
stilled into it the principles of science,
taste, and truth. I received several offers
of marriage, but I would not quit my pa-
rents in their declining years; I was
happy in their affection, and other love
had been longextinguished. I closed their
eyes, and received their parting blessing,
'* With my Fanny and her amiable
Belmont, I continue to pass the sweetest
hours of my existence; I am become their
friend and companion. I now not only
talk, bnt converse ;with them. It is true
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I am an old maid; but I trust neither a
peevish nor querulous one. I can witness
the happiness of others, with a smile of
? heartfelt pleasure; can sjrmpathise in.
their disappointments, from whatever
cause they flow; and tenderly tndeavour
to sooth their afflictions. Though my
youth deserved the contempt of the wise,
I trust that my old age will merit the re-
spect of the virtuous ; and remember, my
young friends,
'It is t'ae mind that irtakcs the body ricfi. '"
During this recital, the varied emotions
of Rose's mind, and some applications
which she made to herself, were visible in
her countenance; her changing hue told
what were her feelings; the expression
of her eye what were her thoughts.
"Dear, dear Mrs. Falkland," she said, " I
do not think I should have admired you
as a beauty so much as I love you now. '*
** And yet Rose," replied Mrs. Falkland,
M have you not fancied you could not
love any one who was not handsome ?
And, if you were not attracted by beauty,
have you not turned away, believing it
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impossible that any charm or excellence
could dwell beneath a plain exterior I"
Rose blushed the confession her tongue
was ashamed to utter. "Is not Fanny ?
like her mamma r" she timidly enquired.
"Her very counterpart, my love: and
she does not resemble her mother more
in person than in mind; the same sweet-
ness of temper; the same kindness of
heart; the same strength of understand-
ing; the same self-command; the same
charm of character. She is once in a
year allowed to be my companion for a
month, and this month is not so much
her holiday as mine; she leaves a pleasant
home; parents tender and indulgent; bro-
thers and sisters who doat upon her, to
be dull with an old aunt; but she knows
in part the happiness she dispenses, and
this constitutes her own. My brother,
with whom I generally reside (as he is yet
unmarried) indulges us both in whatever .
little plans we propose ; and a short visit
to Matlock is generally one of them. You
will not suspect me of insincerity when I
say, that our visit this year has been pro-
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duefive of greater pleasure to us all, thau
any former one, and that I earnestly hope
it may lead to still further happiness--to a
friendship that will end but with our lives. "
Rose kissed the hand she held; and the
rest of the party fervently and affection-
ately repeated the same wish.
Mr. Falkland and Fanny were seen ap-
proaching; thegirlshas ened to meet therm
and when they returned together to the
spot where Mrs. Falkland and Mrs. Sydney
were sitting, " Brother," said the former,
"you must join me in awishlhave just ex-
pressed to Mrs. Sydney, that the friendship
our families have formed, may not expire
with the period of our association at Mat-
lock, but be continued even to the end of
our lives. " "I join in it from my heart,"
he replied; "what say you Fanny? " The
most affectionate smile played upon her in-
telligent countenance,andsheheld out her
hands toheryoungfriends,whoall extend-
ed theirs; the pledge of friendship was gi-
ven. and returned; and with hearts as
closely united as hands, they walked back
to the hotel to dinner.
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CHAP. XVII.
Tus day of separation nearly approached,
and the melancholy morrow was at last
fixed upon. The parsonage, that spot
of" so much local felicity, which to leave
even for scenes of novelty and pleasure>
had been agony, was now thought of
with a tear. "O, Fanny! " Rose would
exclaim, "could we but take you and
dear Mr. and Mrs. Falkland with us,
what on earth should we have to wish
for more? " "My father! " replied Emi-
ly, with a sigh. "True, Emily, your
father; and then we should be quite
happy. " "Not quite]' said Fanny, " with-
out my father, and my mether, and all
my brothers and sisters. " "I forgot
them replied Rose, laughing; M I wish
we could have all; how delightful would
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be a little village composed only of
friends! " and immediately the. little vi-
sionary pursued her phantom of felicity,
till she was lost in her own Utopia. . '
The day before they quitted Matlock,
every place, which was marked by any
particular remembrance, was revisited;
on some they lingered, unwilling to say
adieu; here Mr. Falkland had repeated
some of his own verses; there he had
read some favourite author; in this spot
Fanny had sung; on this bench Mrs.
Falkland related her narrative, and here
they pledged eternal friendship--how
could they bid adieu to scenes so
dear--go sacred 1 They were all sketch-
ed, and the party grouped by the
pencil of Isabel or Emily, as pre-
cious memorials of departed joys, when
the friends, who gave them interest,
would be far distant! Yet they loved
to indulge in the visions of future visits
to the same scenes, and with the same
society; and were cheered by the pro-
mise that Mr, and Mrs. Falkland and
Fanny would visit the parsonage before
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the end of the summer. These hopes
beguiled the present hour, and softened
. the pang of the parting one; but a. tear
stood in every eye when the lip attempt-
ed to utter the last farewel; even Mr.
Falkland's spectacles glistened with the
dew of tender sorr<<w; and he scarcely
eould distinguish the object he handed
into the chaise.
The departure of a family that had so
warmly engaged their affections, left a
blank that no common-place company
could fill up; and they resolved upon
leaving Matlock also, and returning
into Yorkshire, where Mr. Falkland
resided. Their road lay across a diffe-
rent part of the Derbyshire Moors from
that pursued by Mrs. Sydney, but the
same bold, wild, and rugged features
marked it, and brought to Mr. Falk-
land's recollection the idea they had ex-
cited in the mind of Rose, of resembling
scenes, such as Ossian describes, of Fin-
gal's battles; and that she expected to
see some of the shades of his lofty heroes
or blue eyed maidens, or even great
jt. . ? '
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Fingal himself, flitting before her. De-
lighted in thus associating the idea of
his little. favourite with the views before
him, and. knowing that it would afford
her pleasure to be so remembered, he
hastily wrote the following lines:--
THE SHADE OF LOB A.
On yonder mountain's cloud-cap't. head,
What grisly form is nigh?
E'en through the veil of mist I dread
The thunder of his arm, and lightning of his eye.
Pale king. of. shadows. ! Loda hail!
