Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
“But what will appear most surprizing to you, madam, was, that the
curate’s wife, who, being lame, had more use of the coach than my Amelia
(indeed she seldom went to church in any other manner), was one of my
bitterest enemies on the occasion. If she had ever any dispute with
Amelia, which all the sweetness of my poor girl could not sometimes
avoid, she was sure to introduce with a malicious sneer, ‘Though my
husband doth not keep a coach, madam.’ Nay, she took this opportunity to
upbraid my wife with the loss of her fortune, alledging that some folks
might have had as good pretensions to a coach as other folks, and a
better too, as they brought a better fortune to their husbands, but that
all people had not the art of making brick without straw.
“You will wonder, perhaps, madam, how I can remember such stuff, which,
indeed, was a long time only matter of amusement to both Amelia and
myself; but we at last experienced the mischievous nature of envy,
and that it tends rather to produce tragical than comical events.
My neighbours now began to conspire against me. They nicknamed me
in derision, the Squire Farmer. Whatever I bought, I was sure to buy
dearer, and when I sold I was obliged to sell cheaper, than any other.
In fact, they were all united, and, while they every day committed
trespasses on my lands with impunity, if any of my cattle escaped into
their fields, I was either forced to enter into a law-suit or to make
amends fourfold for the damage sustained.
“The consequences of all this could be no other than that ruin which
ensued. Without tiring you with particulars, before the end of four
years I became involved in debt near three hundred pounds more than the
value of all my effects. My landlord seized my stock for rent, and, to
avoid immediate confinement in prison, I was forced to leave the country
with all that I hold dear in the world, my wife and my poor little
family.
“In this condition I arrived in town five or six days ago. I had just
taken a lodging in the verge of the court, and had writ my dear Amelia
word where she might find me, when she had settled her affairs in the
best manner she could. That very evening, as I was returning home from
a coffee-house, a fray happening in the street, I endeavoured to assist
the injured party, when I was seized by the watch, and, after being
confined all night in the round-house, was conveyed in the morning
before a justice of peace, who committed me hither; where I should
probably have starved, had I not from your hands found a most
unaccountable preservation.--And here, give me leave to assure you, my
dear Miss Matthews, that, whatever advantage I may have reaped from your
misfortune, I sincerely lament it; nor would I have purchased any relief
to myself at the price of seeing you in this dreadful place.”
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