Lady Maclairn, the victim of villany : $b A novel, volume 2 (of 4)Hunter, Mrs. (Rachel)
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Lady Maclairn, the victim of villany : $b A novel, volume 2 (of 4)
Hunter, Mrs. (Rachel)
English fiction
child, or an indigent widow, excited their personal frugality: the
attention it called out to _little things_, and the habits of order it
promoted, were of the most important use to a young woman, who, living
with good and tender parents, without wants, and void of cares, was in
danger of becoming ignorant of the value of money, and heedless. I know
I should manage my own affairs admirably," added she, fondly kissing
him, "for you see that I have not forgotten my dear mother's lessons,
nor her example." My father, subdued by this appeal, and softened by
caresses so artfully, but seasonably bestowed, immediately gave her
twenty guineas. She gratefully received them, and with bewitching
grace and gaiety, wrote him in much form, an acquittance. He laughed,
but was not displeased with her accuracy. "If," said he, "you can
keep your accounts as well as you have done this, you will be fit for
a merchant's wife in time."--"Never fear," cried she, "you shall see
how expert I am: I will first pay my _debts_, and then keep day-book
and ledger of what remains." My father, surprised, asked what _debts_
she could probably have incurred. "They are those," replied she, "not
only of gratitude, but of justice: my brother Percival has purchased
books for my use, which he needed not for his own, and I know he wishes
to enlarge his little store, but has not the means. Have I my dear
and tender father's permission to share with him _this_ his bounty?
I shall have sufficient remaining." Conscience, or nature, seconded
the sweet pleader. He gave her a note for five and twenty pounds for
me, and finished by saying, "you may as well say nothing of this to
your sister." Never shall I forget her transports when she related
this incident to me. "Take it," said she, pushing the whole sum toward
me, "take it as the first fruits of that affection, which my father
will soon shew you. Oh! if he were but left to his own goodness of
heart! how happy should we be, and how happy would he be himself!
But have courage, my dear Percival, we shall succeed, for we will
merit his love; and he will be just." I received my present with more
contentment of heart than I can express; and Mary begged I would be her
purse-bearer for the greater part of her treasure, adding, that she had
no other means of securing it from her sister's enquiry, who took upon
her to examine her drawers at her pleasure.
CHAP. V.
_Memoirs of the Flint Family continued._
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