Christian fiction; Conduct of life -- Fiction; Didactic fiction; Mate selection -- Fiction
"'You must wait till to-morrow,' said he. 'There is no accounting for
the oddities of some people. Lady Jane told me she could not possibly
travel on a Sunday. I wondered where was the impossibility. Sunday, I
assured her, was the only day for traveling in comfort, as the road was
not obstructed by wagons and carts. She replied, with a gravity which
made me laugh, 'That she should be ashamed to think that a person of her
rank and education should be indebted, for her being able to trample
with more convenience on a divine law, to the piety of the vulgar who
durst not violate it.' Did you ever hear any thing so whimsical,
Matilda?' I said nothing, but my heart smote me. Never will I repeat
this offense.
"'On the Monday we set out. I had kept close the preceding day, under
pretense of illness. This I also assigned as an excuse in the cards sent
to my invited guests, pleading the necessity of going into the country
for change of air. Shall I own I dreaded being shut up in a barouche,
and still more in the lonely castle, with Lady Jane? I looked for
nothing every moment but 'the thorns and briars of reproof.' But I soon
found that the woman whom I thought was a Methodist, was a most
entertaining companion. Instead of austerity in her looks and reproach
in her language, I found nothing but kindness and affection, vivacity
and elegance. While she soothed my sorrows, she strengthened my better
purposes. Her conversation gradually revived in my mind tastes and
principles which had been early sown in it, but which the world seemed
completely to have eradicated.
"'In the neighborhood of the castle, Lady Jane carried me to visit the
abodes of poverty and sickness. I envied her large but discriminating
liberality, and the means she had of gratifying it, while I shed tears
at the remembrance of my own squandered thousands. I had never been
hard-hearted, but I had always given to importunity, rather than to want
or merit. I blushed, that while I had been absurdly profuse to cases of
which I knew nothing, my own village had been perishing with a
contagious sickness.
"'While I amused myself with drawing, my aunt often read to me some
rationally entertaining book, occasionally introducing religious reading
and discourse, with a wisdom and moderation which increased the effect
of both. Knowing my natural levity and wretched habits, she generally
waited till the proposal came from myself. At first when I suggested it,
it was to please her: at length I began to find a degree of pleasure in
it myself.
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