My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's HistoryStowe, Harriet Beecher
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My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's History
Stowe, Harriet Beecher
American fiction -- 19th century; Courtship -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Romance fiction
"Oh my dear child, yes; how can you think of such a thing? It's very
inconsiderate in Mr. Selwyn, I think, to have so many services when he
must know many weddings and things are coming off just after Easter.
People will be all fagged out, just as Eva is. Now I believe in the
church as much as anybody, but in our day I think there is danger in
running religion to extremes."
"Ah!" said Eva, "I suppose there is no danger of one running to extremes
in anything but religion--in dress or parties for instance?"
"But you know one has these things to attend to, my dear; one must keep
up a certain style; and of course, there is a proper medium that I hold
to as much as anybody. Nobody is more particular about religion in its
place than I am. I keep Sunday strictly; very few people more so. I
never ride in the park Sundays, nor write a letter, though I have seen
people who called themselves religious that would. No. I believe in
giving full observance to the Lord's day, but then I think one ought to
have the week clear for action. That belongs to us, as I view it, and
our old rector was very easy with us about all the Saint's days, and
week-day services, and things in the prayer-book. To be sure there are
Ash Wednesday and Good Friday. One, of course, should attend to these,
that is no more than is proper, but the way Mr. Selwyn goes on! why, one
wouldn't be able to think of much else than religion if he had his way."
"What a dreadful state of society that would bring on!" said Eva.
"But come, Aunty," said Alice, "don't talk theology, tell us what
discoveries you made at the Elmore's. I know they showed you
everything."
"Oh, of course they did. Well there's the wedding veil, cost two
thousand dollars; for my part I thought it looked ordinary after all;
it's so thick and stiff with embroidery, you see, no lightness to it."
"I wouldn't take it as a gift," said Eva. "I think such expensive things
are simply vulgar."
"Go on, Aunty," said Alice, "what next?"
"Well, then the dress has a new style of trimming, and really is very
elegant. I must do it the justice to say that it's something quite
_recherché_. And then they took me up stairs to see the _trousseau_, and
there was a perfect bazar! all her things laid out by dozens and tied up
with pink ribbons,--you would have thought it got for the Empress. Those
Elmores are the most worldly family I ever did hear of; all for dash and
show! They seemed to be perfectly transported with these things,--and
that reminds me, Eva, I noticed last Sunday at church your new poplin
suit was made with quillings; now they are not going to wear quillings
any more. I noticed none of those Paris dresses had it. You should have
Jacobs alter yours at once, and substitute fringes; fringes is the style
now."
"And, Aunty, what do you suppose would happen to me if I should wear
quillings when THEY don't?" said Eva.
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