Penelope : $b or, Love's labour lost. A novel. Volume 1 (of 3)Scargill, William Pitt
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Penelope : $b or, Love's labour lost. A novel. Volume 1 (of 3)
Scargill, William Pitt
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
Mr Primrose, as we have said, was in good spirits. He certainly had
some cause for grief, and some source of concern; but the feeling
of satisfaction was most prominent. He had shed tears to the memory
of Dr Greendale, and he hoped that the worthy man had so instructed
the dependent one committed to his care, that no permanent cause
of uneasiness would be found in her. The intelligence which he had
received respecting her alleged and supposed fickleness came from
Mr Darnley, and the father, therefore, knowing Mr Darnley to be a
very severe and rigid kind of man, and withal mighty positive, hoped
that a premature judgment had been formed, and trusted that, when
all was explained, all would be right. We must indeed do the father
of Penelope the justice to say that, with all his failings, he was
sincere, candid, and downright. He never suffered any misunderstanding
to exist where it could possibly be cleared up. He was plain and direct
in all his conduct.
We need not say that Mr Kipperson was in good spirits. He always was
so. He was so very happy that by this last journey to London he had
saved the nation from being starved to death by a superabundance of
corn. What a fine thing it is to be the cleverest man in the kingdom!
What would become of us all were it not for such men as Mr Kipperson
starting up about once in a century, or twice a-week, to rectify all
the errors of all the rest of the world? And what is the use of all the
world beside, but to admire the wisdom of such men as Mr Kipperson? Our
only fear is that we may have too many such profoundly wise men; and
the consequence of an over supply of wisdom would be to ruin the nation
by folly.
Whether Mr Kipperson addressed Mr Primrose, or Mr Primrose addressed
Mr Kipperson, we know not; but in a very short time they became mighty
good friends. To some observation of Mr Primrose, his fellow traveller
replied:
“You have been abroad I suppose, sir?”
“I have, sir,” said Mr Primrose; “and that for a long while: it is now
upwards of sixteen years since I left England, and I am most happy to
return to it. Many changes have taken place since I went abroad, and
some, I hope, for the better.”
“Many improvements have indeed been made in the course of that time. We
have improved, for instance, in the rapidity with which we travel; our
roads are as smooth as a bowling-green. But our greatest improvements
of all are our intellectual improvements. We have made wonderful
strides in the march of intellect. England is now the first country in
the world for all that relates to science and art. The cultivation of
the understanding has advanced most astonishingly.
“I remember noticing when I was in India,” said Mr Primrose, “that the
number of publications seemed much increased. But many of them appeared
to be merely light reading.”
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