Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
“From this instant, the doctor told me, he had become my friend and
zealous advocate with Mrs. Harris, on whom he had at last prevailed,
though not without the greatest difficulty, to consent to my marrying
Amelia, upon condition that I settled every penny which the mother
should lay down, and that she would retain a certain sum in her hands
which she would at any time deposit for my advancement in the army.
“You will, I hope, madam, conceive that I made no hesitation at these
conditions, nor need I mention the joy which I felt on this occasion, or
the acknowledgment I paid the doctor, who is, indeed, as you say, one of
the best of men.
“The next morning I had permission to visit Amelia, who received me in
such a manner, that I now concluded my happiness to be complete.
“Everything was now agreed on all sides, and lawyers employed to prepare
the writings, when an unexpected cloud arose suddenly in our serene sky,
and all our joys were obscured in a moment.
“When matters were, as I apprehended, drawing near a conclusion, I
received an express, that a sister whom I tenderly loved was seized with
a violent fever, and earnestly desired me to come to her. I immediately
obeyed the summons, and, as it was then about two in the morning,
without staying even to take leave of Amelia, for whom I left a short
billet, acquainting her with the reason of my absence.
“The gentleman’s house where my sister then was stood at fifty miles’
distance, and, though I used the utmost expedition, the unmerciful
distemper had, before my arrival, entirely deprived the poor girl of her
senses, as it soon after did of her life.
“Not all the love I bore Amelia, nor the tumultuous delight with which
the approaching hour of possessing her filled my heart, could, for a
while, allay my grief at the loss of my beloved Nancy. Upon my soul, I
cannot yet mention her name without tears. Never brother and sister had,
I believe, a higher friendship for each other. Poor dear girl! whilst
I sat by her in her light-head fits, she repeated scarce any other
name but mine; and it plainly appeared that, when her dear reason was
ravished away from her, it had left my image on her fancy, and that
the last use she made of it was to think on me. ‘Send for my dear Billy
immediately,’ she cried; ‘I know he will come to me in a moment. Will
nobody fetch him to me? pray don’t kill me before I see him once more.
You durst not use me so if he was here.’--Every accent still rings in
my ears. Oh, heavens! to hear this, and at the same time to see the
poor delirious creature deriving the greatest horrors from my sight, and
mistaking me for a highwayman who had a little before robbed her. But
I ask your pardon; the sensations I felt are to be known only from
experience, and to you must appear dull and insipid. At last, she seemed
for a moment to know me, and cried, ‘O heavens! my dearest brother!’
upon which she fell into immediate convulsions, and died away in my
arms.”
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