A Journey from This World to the NextFielding, Henry
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A Journey from This World to the Next
Fielding, Henry
English fiction; Paranormal fiction; Supernatural -- Fiction
higher title took from me all feeling of this; and I looked upon being
a marchioness as a trifle, not that I saw the bauble in its true light,
but because it fell short of what I had figured to myself I should soon
obtain. The king’s desires grew very impatient, and it was not long
before I was privately married to him. I was no sooner his wife than I
found all the queen come upon me; I felt myself conscious of royalty,
and even the faces of my most intimate acquaintance seemed to me to be
quite strange. I hardly knew them: height had turned my head, and I was
like a man placed on a monument, to whose sight all creatures at a great
distance below him appear like so many little pigmies crawling about
on the earth; and the prospect so greatly delighted me, that I did not
presently consider that in both cases descending a few steps erected
by human hands would place us in the number of those very pigmies who
appeared so despicable. Our marriage was kept private for some time, for
it was not thought proper to make it public (the affair of the divorce
not being finished) till the birth of my daughter Elizabeth made it
necessary. But all who saw me knew it; for my manner of speaking and
acting was so much changed with my station, that all around me plainly
perceived I was sure I was a queen. While it was a secret I had yet
something to wish for; I could not be perfectly satisfied till all the
world was acquainted with my fortune: but when my coronation was over,
and I was raised to the height of my ambition, instead of finding myself
happy, I was in reality more miserable than ever; for, besides that
the aversion I had naturally to the king was much more difficult
to dissemble after marriage than before, and grew into a perfect
detestation, my imagination, which had thus warmly pursued a crown, grew
cool when I was in the possession of it, and gave me time to reflect
what mighty matter I had gained by all this bustle; and I often used to
think myself in the case of the fox-hunter, who, when he has toiled and
sweated all day in the chase as if some unheard-of blessing was to crown
his success, finds at last all he has got by his labor is a stinking
nauseous animal. But my condition was yet worse than his; for he leaves
the loathsome wretch to be torn by his hounds, whilst I was obliged to
fondle mine, and meanly pretend him to be the object of my love. For the
whole time I was in this envied, this exalted state, I led a continual
life of hypocrisy, which I now know nothing on earth can compensate. I
had no companion but the man I hated. I dared not disclose my sentiments
to any person about me, nor did any one presume to enter into any
freedom of conversation with me; but all who spoke to me talked to the
queen, and not to me; for they would have said just the same things to
a dressed-up puppet, if the king had taken a fancy to call it his wife.
And as I knew every woman in the court was my enemy, from thinking she
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