One of Lord Osselstone's estates was situated within a few miles of
Oxford, where he generally spent a few months every summer;--for he was
an upright and considerate landlord, and usually made it a point to
visit all his estates in the course of the year, for the purpose of
inquiring into the actual state of his tenantry--not that he was ever
known to lower a rent or remit a debt: no entreaty, no representation,
could ever persuade him either to break an agreement himself, or to
suffer it to be broken by another. And if ever he found his rights
invaded, or even disputed, there was no extremity or expense he declined
in the defence or prosecution of them. He had often heard, unmoved, a
tale that might have pierced a heart of stone; and seen, with relentless
eyes, the poor man's "one ewe lamb" sold to pay the arrears of rent. But
it not unfrequently happened, that the iron-hearted creditor was himself
the purchaser of the stock at a price much beyond its value; and the
tenant, if deserving, would probably find his Lord's steward inclined,
the next year, to let him have his seed-wheat, not gratis, but nearly
so.
One peculiarity in the Earl's character was an extraordinary disposition
to disbelieve even the most natural expressions of gratitude, and to
doubt any testimony whatever of affection to himself. No way was so sure
of losing any claim on his favour, as to make the least allusion to his
former kindness; and one of the few domestics, that had at any time
remained long in his service, was an old grey-headed valet, who had
attended him faithfully from his youth; and had scarcely ever been known
to agree with him in opinion, or to hesitate in expressing, in the
strongest terms, his disapprobation. Yet even Lord Chesterfield could
not better understand the perfection of politeness than did Lord
Osselstone, or make it more his constant practice in his intercourse
with the world in general. However his real sentiments might differ
from those of his associates, he always took care to soften down so well
the sharp angles of dissent, that no cutting point was left to wound the
feelings of others; while his own remained impervious to every eye. All
acknowledged he was a just man, and every body _felt_ he was a proud
one; but, however dignified his manners were to his equals, to his
inferiors his pride was silvered over with an affability, that, whilst
it made it still more conspicuous, served almost to purchase its
forgiveness.
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