About a twelvemonth after Mrs. A.’s death I fell sick with inflammation
of the lungs. Once before, when I was ill, I declined my aunt’s
attendance. I said that I did not believe it was possible for mere
friendship or affection to hold out against long watching, and that there
must come a time when the watcher would be relieved by the death of the
patient. I declared that nothing was more intolerable to me than to know
that anybody sacrificed the least trifle on my behalf, and that if my
aunt really wished me to get better she would at once send for a paid
nurse. I had a paid nurse, but Alice, our servant, told me afterwards
that my poor aunt cried a good deal when she saw her place taken by a
stranger. She was now nearly seventy, but she offered herself again, and
I thankfully accepted her, stipulating of course that she should be
helped. I wondered how she could retain her love for me, how she could
kiss me so tenderly morning and night, and apparently not remember my
unkindness to her. But therein lies the difference between a man and a
woman. Woman is Christian. A woman’s love will sweep like a river in
flood over a wrong which has been done to it and bury it for ever.
I am not regenerate, but who is ever regenerate? My insignificance and
defects do not worry me as they did: I do not kick at them, and I am no
longer covetous of other people’s talents and virtues. I am grateful for
affection, for kindness, and even for politeness. What a tremendous
price do we have to pay for what we so slowly learn, and learn so late!
A LETTER TO THE ‘RAMBLER’
SENT to the _Rambler_ March 1752, but, alas, in that month the _Rambler_
came to an end. I am not sorry it was not printed. On re-reading it I
find passages here and there which are unconscious and unavoidable
imitations of Dr. Johnson. No use in re-writing them now.
J. R.
_June_ 1760.
* * * * *
SIR,—I venture to send you a part of the history of my life, trusting
that my example may be a warning against confidence in our own strength
to resist even the meanest temptation.
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