Christian life; Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Young women -- Conduct of life -- Fiction
The bloody conflict was then only beginning which has won for my country
such imperishable honours. At Rotterdam we could then find safety, and
the means of refitting our crazy vessel, so far as was necessary for the
completion of our voyage. It will readily be believed, that those of our
company who were least accustomed to brave the ocean were eager to tread
the steady earth once more. We all went on shore; and I, wholly ignorant
of all methods of economy in a situation so new to me, took up my abode
in a comfortable hotel; where I remained during the week which elapsed
before we were able to proceed upon our voyage. At the end of that time,
I discovered, with surprise and consternation, that my wealth had
diminished to little more than ten guineas. I comforted myself, however,
by recollecting, that once under the protection of Mrs Murray I should
have little occasion for money; and that a few shillings were all the
expense which I was likely to incur before I was safely lodged in my new
home.
The remainder of the voyage was prosperous; and in little more than a
fortnight after my first embarkation, I found myself seated in the
hackney-coach which was to convey me from the harbour to Edinburgh. Not
even the beauty and singularity of this romantic town could divert my
imagination from the person upon whom I expected so much of my future
happiness to depend. I anticipated the character, the manners, the
appearance, the very attire of Mrs Murray; imagined the circumstances of
my introduction, and planned the general form of our future intercourse.
'Oh that she may be one whom I can love, and love safely,' thought I;
'one endowed with somewhat of the spirit of her whom I have lost!' My
intercourse with the world, perhaps my examination of my own heart, had
destroyed much of my fearless confidence in every thing that bore the
human form; and now my spirits sunk, as I recollected how small was my
chance of finding another Miss Mortimer.
A sudden twilight was closing as I entered the street of dull
magnificence, in which stood the dwelling of my patroness. Though in the
midst of a large city, all seemed still and forsaken. The bustle of
business or amusement was silent here. Single carriages, passing now and
then at long intervals, sounded through the vacant street till the noise
died in the distance. The busy multitudes whom I was accustomed to
associate with the idea of a city had retired to their homes; and I
envied them who could so retire,--who could enter the sanctuary of their
own roof, sit in their own accustomed seat, hear the familiar voice, and
grasp the hand that had ten thousand times returned the pressure.
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