France in eighteen hundred and two : $b Described in a series of contemporary lettersYorke, Henry Redhead
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France in eighteen hundred and two : $b Described in a series of contemporary letters
Yorke, Henry Redhead
France -- Description and travel
About the year 1766 I was in Lincolnshire on a visit to a widow lady,
Mrs. E. It was summer and after supper one evening Mrs. E. and I went
to take a turn in the garden. It was about eleven o’clock, to avoid
the night air of the Fens, we were walking in a bower shaded by hazel
bushes. On a sudden she screamed and pointed to a white shapeless
figure without head or arms, moving along one of the walks at some
distance away. I quitted my companion and went after it. When I got up
into the walk where the figure was, it took a cross walk. There was a
holly bush on the corner of the two walks, which, being night, I did
not observe, and as I continued to step forward the holly bush came in
a straight line between me and the figure, which thus appeared to have
vanished. But when I had passed the bush I caught sight of the figure
again, and coming up to it put out my hand to touch it. My hand rested
on the shoulder of a human figure. I spoke, it answered “Pray let me
alone.” I then recognised a young lady on a visit to Mrs. E., who that
evening, on the plea of indisposition, had not joined us at supper. I
said, “My God! I hope you are not going to do yourself some hurt!” She
replied, with pathetic melancholy, “Life has not one pleasure left for
me.” I got her into the house, and Mrs. E. took her to sleep in her
room.
The case was, the man who had promised to marry her had forsaken her,
and was about to be married to another. The shock and sorrow appeared
to her too great to be borne. She had retired to her room, and when, as
she supposed, all the family had gone to bed, she undressed herself,
tied her apron over her head--which, descending below her waist, gave
her a shapeless figure--and was going to drown herself in a pond at the
bottom of the garden, when I arrested her progress.
[Sidenote: PAINE’S FORGETFULNESS]
By gentle usage, and leading her into subjects that might distract her
mind and occupy her thoughts, we gradually stole her from the horror
and misery she was in. In the course of a few months she recovered her
former cheerfulness, and was afterwards a happy wife and mother of a
family.
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