John de Lancaster: a novel; vol. I.Cumberland, Richard
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John de Lancaster: a novel; vol. I.
Cumberland, Richard
Wales, North -- Fiction
“One only child, whom we jointly call our daughter, was all that
Providence entrusted to me: her mother died when she was an
infant, and I never ventured on a second marriage. I did not seek
for teachers to instruct me how to educate my child: I took that
task upon myself, and was her only master: I coveted not to
accomplish her as a fine lady; I studied to implant good principles
in her heart, and make her an honest, honourable woman. I suspect
my discipline was too rigid, for I totally overlooked amusement,
and fixed a melancholy upon her spirit, accompanied with so
absolute a submission to my dictates, that she seemed to think and
act without any will or option of her own.
“When you tendered to me your alliance, I embraced it with ardour;
for I held your character then, as I do to this day, in the highest
honour and respect. Had ambition been my ruling passion, I could
have looked up to nothing in point of family of superior dignity;
had avarice been my vice, how could I have gratified it more than
by marrying my daughter to the only son and heir of De Lancaster?
Your son was comely, courteous, unassuming, and though perhaps not
prominently marked with any brilliant gleams of genius, yet
certainly in moral purity no young man bore a more unblemished
character. I recommended the connection to my daughter--warmly,
anxiously recommended it--Implicitly, without appeal, in a concern
the most material she accorded to my wish, and answered at the
altar to the awful question there repeated as compliantly as she
did, when I first proposed it to her.
“Now, sir, when I disclose to you that this too duteous creature
had conceived a passion, which under the terror of my authority
she had not courage to discover, judge what my sorrow and remorse
must be. I have, though unintentionally, made a wreck of her peace,
and endangered that of your son. I may have brought into your
family a wife without a heart for her husband, and a mother, (which
Heaven avert!) without natural affection for her offspring.
“Thus I have laid the sorrows of my soul before you, and beseech
you, that, with the candour and benignity, which are natural to
you, you would look upon my child, and without revealing my secret
to your son, influence him to be mild with her, in her present
situation more especially; and this I am confident will engage her
gratitude, though I dare not promise if will gain her love.
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