E'en through the veil of mist I dread
The thunder of his arm, and lightning of his eye.
The thunder of his arm, and lightning of his eye.
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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
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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!
Why leave your airy cell 1
Borne on the hollow blast to sail,
Why leave green fields of rest wherein you dwell ]
Drop, drop your dusky spear,
Fell tyrant of the night!
The hero's rising . strength is neai>--
Great Fiugal's giant arm, great Fingai's matchless
might.
Hark! heard. yon not yon hollow groan,"
As through the mist dark Lunot pass'd?
Twas Loda's deepen'd, sulkn mead, .
He shrunk a shriv<<li'd scroll, and vanished in the
? ' Wait!
t TH<< uword of Fingal. . '.
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Mrs. Sydney and her family proceed-
ed to the parsonage with their thoughts
almost entirely occupied by the friends
they had left; they saw only their forms*
heard only their voices; and even the
moors, which had before been to Rose
scenes of so much interest and fancy, now
appeared nothing but a dark and barren
heath; but the nearer she approached
her home; when dear and familiar ob-
jects met her eye; when she caught the
first glimpse of the white chimnies of
the parsonage, her heart bounded in her
bosom; she hailed the long-loved scenes
of her native place, and Matlock faded
from her mind; but it was a momentary
oblivion; and as she sprung out of the
chaise, she exclaimed--" O mamma, that
that we had but our beloved friends to
welcome to the parsonage ! ** The dear
and lively interests of home soon occu-
pied their hearts; the anguish of the
parting moment had passed away; and
all that remained was a tender and faith-
ful recollection of their friends, a delight
in dwelling upon every Little circum-
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stance that had occurred when they were
together, and in indulging the hope of
soon meeting them again. ,. *
The garden was visited by all; Rose
bounded over every path, and eagerly
examined every favourite plant, while the
more . patient hand of Isabel or Emily
raised up those that had fallen, and gave
them the support they wanted. The cat
accompanied them in their walk, purring
and rolling before them, and giving every
indication of joy. "Who can say cats
are insensible," cried Rose, " and that
they are incapable of attachment? "--
"vThey are undoubtedly," replied Mrs.
Sydney, " sensible of kindness, and will
distinguish the person who most caresses
them from every other; this is, there-
fore, a species of personal preference
that must be granted them. " "They
are an unhappy, persecuted race of ani-
mals," said Rose, piteously, and catch-
ing up her tabby favourite, which clung
to her shoulder, and returned her cares-
ses by rub"bing its velvet face against her
cheek.
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Phoebe, who, on alighting from the
chaise, had immediately gone to her fa-
ther's, now returned with a countenance
of excessive dejection, and her eyes
swollen with weeping. Mrs. Sydney
anxiously and affectionately enquired
the cause. "My father is married," she
almost inarticulately sobbed. Mrs. Syd-
- ney concealed her surprise from the poor
girl, and asked her how long he had been
married? " He married, madam, on the
day we went to Matlock; he said he
knew I should not like to be at his wed-
? ding, and so he had it when I was away. "
"He was kind to you Phoebe, was he
not? " "O yes, he was kind, and cried
almost as much as I did; but he said he
thought I was too young to take care of
his dairy, and manage his house, and that
bis wife would. " Here the poor girl
sobbed aloud. w There is nothing very
distressing in this," said Mrs. Sydney, en-
deavouring to sooth her j "you will be
glad to ,see. your. father comfortable ; and
in his situation he wants a wrfe*to attend
to his house, while he is about his farm. 5'
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'<< I know it, madam," she said, " but
what grieves me the most is, that I fear
I have been to blame; for when my fa-^
ther has asked me how long it would be
before I went to live at home, I used to
say I thought I was too young to manage
his house; for I could 'not bear the
thoughts of leaving you. He saw this,
and so he married; and now I have no
home. " "Is not this your home, Phoebe? "
"You are very good to me, ma'am, but
SI ought to have gone to iny father when
he wished me. I must not be a trouble
to you any longer, and I beg upon my
knees,'' cried the poor girl, "that you
will let me live with you as a servant;
I will do any thing for yOu; my father
says he will always find me in cloaths, and
I do not want wages. " "No, my good
girl," said Mrs. Sydney, raising her up,
"you shall live with me, but not as a ser-
vant. Your mother, humble as was her
situation, was myJriend, and never shall
her child want a mother's tenderness
while I live. You must not call yourself
a trouble to me. Are you not rny little
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housekeeper? Your industry has made
me idle; and I fear my table would be
but ill supplied unless you attended to it.
Your father, I hope, will be happy, and
you shall remain with me. "
The poor girl could only reply by tears,
but they were tears of true gratitude;
and the certainty of continuing with Mrs.
Sydney in a short time reconciled her to
her father's marriage. .
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CHAP. XVIII.
A? teii the first emotions of delight on re-
turning home had subsided, their former
habits and occupations were all resumed;
and while Mrs. Sydney sat surrounded
by her amiable family, she acknowledged
with gratitude how amply they had repaid
ajl her cares and attention. In her own
children, was evinced the benefit of early
precept and parental vigilance ; in Emily,
the influence which afFection, united with
the force of example, has upon the youth?
ful mind.
Isabel, uniform in her principles, faith-
ful in her attachments, and gentle in her
disposition, performed the duties of a
daughter, and the tender offices of a sister,
with a promptitude that never failed, a
cheerfulness that never varied.
Rose, lively in her temper, ardent in
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her feelings, and fanciful in her opinions,.
longer required the hand of gentle re-.
straint, and the admonitory lessons of ex-
perience, than her sister. Though prone
to error, she was open to conviction ; and
her mother never spoke in vain. Quick
to feel, yet ready to forgive, if, for a mo-
ment, the glow of petulance mantled on
her cheek, a word, a look of kindness
would instantly dispel it, and her smile.
return in all its sweetness.
Emily, whose early wishes had been too
much indulged, and her faults neglected,
gradually experienced the advantages of
mild authority and kind admonitions.
Her understanding was excellent, and
her heart affectionate; though little
had been inculcated by precept, there
was much to eradicate from example;
for the youthful mind, like. ductile
wax, as easily receives the. impressions
of accident as of design; and those which
had been stamped on Emily's,. required
the hand of time, affection, and judg-
ment to efface, and to establish others.
As new ideas expanded in her mind, new
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feelings were awakened in her heart. She
regarded Mrs. Sydney as the friend who
had rescued her from ignorance and error,
and rendered her fit for the society of the
wise and good. Whenever the cloud of
discontent or displeasure gathered in her
bosom, and shaded her brow,the sunshine
of Rose's smile, the tear of Isabel, or the
gently-reproving look of Mrs. Sydney,
would soon calm the storm, and she " let
not the sun go down upon her wrath. "
It was now that Mrs. Sydney anxiously
wished for the return of Mr. Blandford,
that she might present his daughter to
him with errors eradicated, and virtues
established; and she received with plea-
sure the intelligence that in a few months
he should revisit England; and from
the date of the letter, the period was not
far distant. Emily's heart beat with hope
and apprehension the nearer it approach-
ed, and her thoughts dwelt incessantly
upon her father; that father from whom
she had never experienced any thing but
affection and indulgence ; who, at length
conscious of h. er defects, had sacrificed
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every selfish feeling for her benefit, and
tore himself away lest he should frustrate
the advantages of the plan he had adopt-
ed: she knew how highly his expecta-
tions were raised of her improvement;
how many qualities he thought requisite
to constitute an amiable woman; and she
could not dwell upon the idea of meeting
him, without fear and trembling. "I
am not like Isabel," she would mentally
say, " I am not so good and gentle as she
is; neither have I the sweet temper and
talents of Rose; but Mrs. Sydney loves
me, and therefore I cannot be unworthy
of my father's affection. "
As these reflections passed in her mind,
the tear would often rise in her eye, and
the blush of emotion crimson her cheek.
Mrs. Sydney remarked the conflict of her
feelings, and secretly wished that Mr.
Blandford could first behold her without
her being consciousof observation, as, on
a mind so peculiarly constructed as his,
io impetuous in its sensations, so impul-
sive in its opinions, a first impression
might be important; and she knew that
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Emily, natural and unembarrassed, was
an object, both in person and manner,
that could not fail to excite admiration
and interest: but to make anv arrange-
ment for this was impossible, as neither
the hour nor day of his arrival could be
ascertained, and she dreaded, yet expect-
ed, his sudden appearance. Chance,
however, is frequently more favourable
to our wishes than design. Mr. Bland-
ford arrived while Emily was taking a
walk with Isabel and Rose. His extreme
agitation at seeing Mrs. Sydney made her
rejoice that his daughter was not present
to witness the unbounded effusions of his
feelings. She sought to tranquilize them
by reminding him of the effect they might
produce upon Emily 5 and represented
to him her apprehensions and inquietudes.
He promised to make an effort at compo^
sure, examined her drawings, turned
over her books, and read with delight
some of her marginal observations; look-
ed repeatedly at his watch, then from the
window; walked up and down the room }
and at length, impatient at her delay, re-
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quested Mrs. Sydney would send a ser-
vant to inform her of his arrival. "They
are coining," she replied.
He was rushing out of the room, but'
Mrs. Sydney again intreated him to com-
mand himself, and observe her as she ap-
proached. "Which is my child, which
is Emily? " he hastily enquired. "The
tallest. " "She has her mother's figure,"
he replied, and sunk down in a chair.
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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!
Why leave your airy cell 1
Borne on the hollow blast to sail,
Why leave green fields of rest wherein you dwell ]
Drop, drop your dusky spear,
Fell tyrant of the night!
The hero's rising . strength is neai>--
Great Fiugal's giant arm, great Fingai's matchless
might.
Hark! heard. yon not yon hollow groan,"
As through the mist dark Lunot pass'd?
Twas Loda's deepen'd, sulkn mead, .
He shrunk a shriv<<li'd scroll, and vanished in the
? ' Wait!
t TH<< uword of Fingal. . '.
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Mrs. Sydney and her family proceed-
ed to the parsonage with their thoughts
almost entirely occupied by the friends
they had left; they saw only their forms*
heard only their voices; and even the
moors, which had before been to Rose
scenes of so much interest and fancy, now
appeared nothing but a dark and barren
heath; but the nearer she approached
her home; when dear and familiar ob-
jects met her eye; when she caught the
first glimpse of the white chimnies of
the parsonage, her heart bounded in her
bosom; she hailed the long-loved scenes
of her native place, and Matlock faded
from her mind; but it was a momentary
oblivion; and as she sprung out of the
chaise, she exclaimed--" O mamma, that
that we had but our beloved friends to
welcome to the parsonage ! ** The dear
and lively interests of home soon occu-
pied their hearts; the anguish of the
parting moment had passed away; and
all that remained was a tender and faith-
ful recollection of their friends, a delight
in dwelling upon every Little circum-
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stance that had occurred when they were
together, and in indulging the hope of
soon meeting them again. ,. *
The garden was visited by all; Rose
bounded over every path, and eagerly
examined every favourite plant, while the
more . patient hand of Isabel or Emily
raised up those that had fallen, and gave
them the support they wanted. The cat
accompanied them in their walk, purring
and rolling before them, and giving every
indication of joy. "Who can say cats
are insensible," cried Rose, " and that
they are incapable of attachment? "--
"vThey are undoubtedly," replied Mrs.
Sydney, " sensible of kindness, and will
distinguish the person who most caresses
them from every other; this is, there-
fore, a species of personal preference
that must be granted them. " "They
are an unhappy, persecuted race of ani-
mals," said Rose, piteously, and catch-
ing up her tabby favourite, which clung
to her shoulder, and returned her cares-
ses by rub"bing its velvet face against her
cheek.
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Phoebe, who, on alighting from the
chaise, had immediately gone to her fa-
ther's, now returned with a countenance
of excessive dejection, and her eyes
swollen with weeping. Mrs. Sydney
anxiously and affectionately enquired
the cause. "My father is married," she
almost inarticulately sobbed. Mrs. Syd-
- ney concealed her surprise from the poor
girl, and asked her how long he had been
married? " He married, madam, on the
day we went to Matlock; he said he
knew I should not like to be at his wed-
? ding, and so he had it when I was away. "
"He was kind to you Phoebe, was he
not? " "O yes, he was kind, and cried
almost as much as I did; but he said he
thought I was too young to take care of
his dairy, and manage his house, and that
bis wife would. " Here the poor girl
sobbed aloud. w There is nothing very
distressing in this," said Mrs. Sydney, en-
deavouring to sooth her j "you will be
glad to ,see. your. father comfortable ; and
in his situation he wants a wrfe*to attend
to his house, while he is about his farm. 5'
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'<< I know it, madam," she said, " but
what grieves me the most is, that I fear
I have been to blame; for when my fa-^
ther has asked me how long it would be
before I went to live at home, I used to
say I thought I was too young to manage
his house; for I could 'not bear the
thoughts of leaving you. He saw this,
and so he married; and now I have no
home. " "Is not this your home, Phoebe? "
"You are very good to me, ma'am, but
SI ought to have gone to iny father when
he wished me. I must not be a trouble
to you any longer, and I beg upon my
knees,'' cried the poor girl, "that you
will let me live with you as a servant;
I will do any thing for yOu; my father
says he will always find me in cloaths, and
I do not want wages. " "No, my good
girl," said Mrs. Sydney, raising her up,
"you shall live with me, but not as a ser-
vant. Your mother, humble as was her
situation, was myJriend, and never shall
her child want a mother's tenderness
while I live. You must not call yourself
a trouble to me. Are you not rny little
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housekeeper? Your industry has made
me idle; and I fear my table would be
but ill supplied unless you attended to it.
Your father, I hope, will be happy, and
you shall remain with me. "
The poor girl could only reply by tears,
but they were tears of true gratitude;
and the certainty of continuing with Mrs.
Sydney in a short time reconciled her to
her father's marriage. .
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CHAP. XVIII.
A? teii the first emotions of delight on re-
turning home had subsided, their former
habits and occupations were all resumed;
and while Mrs. Sydney sat surrounded
by her amiable family, she acknowledged
with gratitude how amply they had repaid
ajl her cares and attention. In her own
children, was evinced the benefit of early
precept and parental vigilance ; in Emily,
the influence which afFection, united with
the force of example, has upon the youth?
ful mind.
Isabel, uniform in her principles, faith-
ful in her attachments, and gentle in her
disposition, performed the duties of a
daughter, and the tender offices of a sister,
with a promptitude that never failed, a
cheerfulness that never varied.
Rose, lively in her temper, ardent in
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her feelings, and fanciful in her opinions,.
longer required the hand of gentle re-.
straint, and the admonitory lessons of ex-
perience, than her sister. Though prone
to error, she was open to conviction ; and
her mother never spoke in vain. Quick
to feel, yet ready to forgive, if, for a mo-
ment, the glow of petulance mantled on
her cheek, a word, a look of kindness
would instantly dispel it, and her smile.
return in all its sweetness.
Emily, whose early wishes had been too
much indulged, and her faults neglected,
gradually experienced the advantages of
mild authority and kind admonitions.
Her understanding was excellent, and
her heart affectionate; though little
had been inculcated by precept, there
was much to eradicate from example;
for the youthful mind, like. ductile
wax, as easily receives the. impressions
of accident as of design; and those which
had been stamped on Emily's,. required
the hand of time, affection, and judg-
ment to efface, and to establish others.
As new ideas expanded in her mind, new
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feelings were awakened in her heart. She
regarded Mrs. Sydney as the friend who
had rescued her from ignorance and error,
and rendered her fit for the society of the
wise and good. Whenever the cloud of
discontent or displeasure gathered in her
bosom, and shaded her brow,the sunshine
of Rose's smile, the tear of Isabel, or the
gently-reproving look of Mrs. Sydney,
would soon calm the storm, and she " let
not the sun go down upon her wrath. "
It was now that Mrs. Sydney anxiously
wished for the return of Mr. Blandford,
that she might present his daughter to
him with errors eradicated, and virtues
established; and she received with plea-
sure the intelligence that in a few months
he should revisit England; and from
the date of the letter, the period was not
far distant. Emily's heart beat with hope
and apprehension the nearer it approach-
ed, and her thoughts dwelt incessantly
upon her father; that father from whom
she had never experienced any thing but
affection and indulgence ; who, at length
conscious of h. er defects, had sacrificed
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every selfish feeling for her benefit, and
tore himself away lest he should frustrate
the advantages of the plan he had adopt-
ed: she knew how highly his expecta-
tions were raised of her improvement;
how many qualities he thought requisite
to constitute an amiable woman; and she
could not dwell upon the idea of meeting
him, without fear and trembling. "I
am not like Isabel," she would mentally
say, " I am not so good and gentle as she
is; neither have I the sweet temper and
talents of Rose; but Mrs. Sydney loves
me, and therefore I cannot be unworthy
of my father's affection. "
As these reflections passed in her mind,
the tear would often rise in her eye, and
the blush of emotion crimson her cheek.
Mrs. Sydney remarked the conflict of her
feelings, and secretly wished that Mr.
Blandford could first behold her without
her being consciousof observation, as, on
a mind so peculiarly constructed as his,
io impetuous in its sensations, so impul-
sive in its opinions, a first impression
might be important; and she knew that
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Emily, natural and unembarrassed, was
an object, both in person and manner,
that could not fail to excite admiration
and interest: but to make anv arrange-
ment for this was impossible, as neither
the hour nor day of his arrival could be
ascertained, and she dreaded, yet expect-
ed, his sudden appearance. Chance,
however, is frequently more favourable
to our wishes than design. Mr. Bland-
ford arrived while Emily was taking a
walk with Isabel and Rose. His extreme
agitation at seeing Mrs. Sydney made her
rejoice that his daughter was not present
to witness the unbounded effusions of his
feelings. She sought to tranquilize them
by reminding him of the effect they might
produce upon Emily 5 and represented
to him her apprehensions and inquietudes.
He promised to make an effort at compo^
sure, examined her drawings, turned
over her books, and read with delight
some of her marginal observations; look-
ed repeatedly at his watch, then from the
window; walked up and down the room }
and at length, impatient at her delay, re-
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quested Mrs. Sydney would send a ser-
vant to inform her of his arrival. "They
are coining," she replied.
He was rushing out of the room, but'
Mrs. Sydney again intreated him to com-
mand himself, and observe her as she ap-
proached. "Which is my child, which
is Emily? " he hastily enquired. "The
tallest. " "She has her mother's figure,"
he replied, and sunk down in a chair.
