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
“I was about to conclude with my love and blessing to the mother
and her babe, but upon reading over what in the confusion of my
thoughts I have so ill put together, I find I have omitted to tell
you, who the young man is, of whom I have been speaking. His name
is Jones, a gentleman by birth, but destitute of fortune. He was
ensign, and on a recruiting party at Denbigh, where I noticed him
for his modest manners and engaging person; having withal known his
father Colonel Jones, and served with him in the same regiment when
I was in the army, I invited this youth to make my house his
quarters, became very fond of him, and furnished him with means to
purchase a lieutenancy. I have nothing to charge him with; his
conduct towards my daughter was honourable in the extreme, and I am
informed that it was his punctilious delicacy towards me as his
patron, that occasioned him to secede, when she probably would have
summoned resolution to have laid the state of her heart before me;
which had she done, if I know myself, I know she would have had her
lover, and Jones would have had my estate.
I have the honour to be,
Dear Sir, &c. &c.
JOHN MORGAN.”
The perusal of this melancholy letter made a deep impression on the
feeling heart of De Lancaster: he pondered on its contents for some
time, and began to arrange his thoughts for answering it in a
consolatory manner. When he had written a few lines, he laid down his
pen, and said within himself--How much better might all this be stated
face to face in person than upon paper! He is ill, poor man, and unable
to come to me; I am in health, and will go to him; he cannot fail to
take my visit kindly, and the face of a friend is cheering, when the
spirits are depressed. I will act towards him, as I, in his
circumstances, should wish and expect him to act towards me. It is but
about four hours drive, and I can be home the next morning: if the roads
are passable, ’twill be a pleasant jaunt, for the weather is now fine,
and promises a fair day to-morrow.
Having settled this point to his kind heart’s content, the good man rang
his bell, and summoned his servant, who had been to Glen-Morgan, to make
his report of the roads.
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