Brothers -- Fiction; Domestic fiction; Epistolary fiction; Fathers and sons -- Fiction; Inchbald, Mrs., 1753-1821; Young women -- Fiction
In vain he now wished that he had followed him to the door--that he had
once shaken hands and owned his obligations to him before they had
parted. In vain he wished too, that, in this extreme agony of his mind,
he had such a friend to comfort him, as Henry had ever proved.
CHAPTER IX.
The avocations of an elevated life erase the deepest impressions. The
dean in a few months recovered from those which his brother's departure
first made upon him: and he would now at times even condemn, in anger,
Henry's having so hastily abandoned him and his native country, in
resentment, as he conceived, of a few misfortunes which his usual
fortitude should have taught him to have borne. Yet was he still
desirous of his return, and wrote two or three letters expressive of his
wish, which he anxiously endeavoured should reach him. But many years
having elapsed without any intelligence from him, and a report having
arrived that he, and all the party with whom he went, were slain by the
savage inhabitants of the island, William's despair of seeing his brother
again caused the desire to diminish; while attention and affection to a
still nearer and dearer relation than Henry had ever been to him, now
chiefly engaged his mind.
Lady Clementina had brought him a son, on whom from his infancy, he
doated--and the boy, in riper years, possessing a handsome person and
evincing a quickness of parts, gratified the father's darling passion,
pride, as well as the mother's vanity.
The dean had, beside this child, a domestic comfort highly gratifying to
his ambition: the bishop of --- became intimately acquainted with him
soon after his marriage, and from his daily visits had become, as it
were, a part of the family. This was much honour to the dean, not only
as the bishop was his superior in the Church, but was of that part of the
bench whose blood is ennobled by a race of ancestors, and to which all
wisdom on the plebeian side crouches in humble respect.
Year after year rolled on in pride and grandeur; the bishop and the dean
passing their time in attending levees and in talking politics; Lady
Clementina passing hers in attending routs and in talking of _herself_,
till the son arrived at the age of thirteen.
Young William passed _his_ time, from morning till night, with persons
who taught him to walk, to ride, to talk, to think like a man--a foolish
man, instead of a wise child, as nature designed him to be.
This unfortunate youth was never permitted to have one conception of his
own--all were taught him--he was never once asked, "What he thought;" but
men were paid to tell "how to think." He was taught to revere such and
such persons, however unworthy of his reverence; to believe such and such
things, however unworthy of his credit: and to act so and so, on such and
such occasions, however unworthy of his feelings.
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