Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
“At length the fatal morning came. I endeavoured to hide every pang of
my heart, and to wear the utmost gaiety in my countenance. Amelia
acted the same part. In these assumed characters we met the family at
breakfast; at their breakfast, I mean, for we were both full already.
The doctor had spent above an hour that morning in discourse with Mrs.
Harris, and had, in some measure, reconciled her to my departure. He
now made use of every art to relieve the poor distressed Amelia; not by
inveighing against the folly of grief, or by seriously advising her not
to grieve; both of which were sufficiently performed by Miss Betty. The
doctor, on the contrary, had recourse to every means which might cast a
veil over the idea of grief, and raise comfortable images in my angel’s
mind. He endeavoured to lessen the supposed length of my absence by
discoursing on matters which were more distant in time. He said he
intended next year to rebuild a part of his parsonage-house. ‘And you,
captain,’ says he, ‘shall lay the corner-stone, I promise you:’ with
many other instances of the like nature, which produced, I believe, some
good effect on us both.
“Amelia spoke but little; indeed, more tears than words dropt from her;
however, she seemed resolved to bear her affliction with resignation.
But when the dreadful news arrived that the horses were ready, and I,
having taken my leave of all the rest, at last approached her, she was
unable to support the conflict with nature any longer, and, clinging
round my neck, she cried, ‘Farewel, farewel for ever; for I shall never,
never see you more.’ At which words the blood entirely forsook her
lovely cheeks, and she became a lifeless corpse in my arms.
“Amelia continued so long motionless, that the doctor, as well as Mrs.
Harris, began to be under the most terrible apprehensions; so they
informed me afterwards, for at that time I was incapable of making any
observation. I had indeed very little more use of my senses than
the dear creature whom I supported. At length, however, we were all
delivered from our fears; and life again visited the loveliest mansion
that human nature ever afforded it.
“I had been, and yet was, so terrified with what had happened, and
Amelia continued yet so weak and ill, that I determined, whatever might
be the consequence, not to leave her that day; which resolution she
was no sooner acquainted with than she fell on her knees, crying, ‘Good
Heaven! I thank thee for this reprieve at least. Oh! that every hour of
my future life could be crammed into this dear day!’
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