Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
“I protest,” said she, “you are become farmer Booth, indeed. What a
happiness have you painted to my imagination! you put me in mind of a
newspaper, where my lady such-a-one is delivered of a son, to the great
joy of some illustrious family.”
“Why then, I do assure you, Miss Matthews,” cries Booth, “I scarce know
a circumstance that distinguished one day from another. The whole
was one continued series of love, health, and tranquillity. Our lives
resembled a calm sea.”--
“The dullest of all ideas,” cries the lady.
“I know,” said he, “it must appear dull in description, for who can
describe the pleasures which the morning air gives to one in perfect
health; the flow of spirits which springs up from exercise; the delights
which parents feel from the prattle and innocent follies of their
children; the joy with which the tender smile of a wife inspires a
husband; or lastly, the chearful, solid comfort which a fond couple
enjoy in each other’s conversation?--All these pleasures and every other
of which our situation was capable we tasted in the highest degree. Our
happiness was, perhaps, too great; for fortune seemed to grow envious
of it, and interposed one of the most cruel accidents that could have
befallen us by robbing us of our dear friend the doctor.”
“I am sorry for it,” said Miss Matthews. “He was indeed a valuable man,
and I never heard of his death before.”
“Long may it be before any one hears of it!” cries Booth. “He is,
indeed, dead to us; but will, I hope, enjoy many happy years of life.
You know, madam, the obligations he had to his patron the earl; indeed,
it was impossible to be once in his company without hearing of them. I
am sure you will neither wonder that he was chosen to attend the
young lord in his travels as his tutor, nor that the good man, however
disagreeable it might be (as in fact it was) to his inclination, should
comply with the earnest request of his friend and patron.
“By this means I was bereft not only of the best companion in the world,
but of the best counsellor; a loss of which I have since felt the bitter
consequence; for no greater advantage, I am convinced, can arrive to
a young man, who hath any degree of understanding, than an intimate
converse with one of riper years, who is not only able to advise, but
who knows the manner of advising. By this means alone, youth can enjoy
the benefit of the experience of age, and that at a time of life when
such experience will be of more service to a man than when he hath lived
long enough to acquire it of himself.
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