Sink or swim? : $b a novel; vol. 2/3Houstoun, Mrs. (Matilda Charlotte)
General
Sink or swim? : $b a novel; vol. 2/3
Houstoun, Mrs. (Matilda Charlotte)
English fiction -- 19th century
thousands, and that didn’t know how either to use or abuse them, to be
set in high places, only to bring disgrace upon her order, and to
encourage others, who might be of similar mind, in the degrading vice of
avarice.
There is one reason which, in my humble opinion, is far too seldom
pleaded in excuse for the glaring faults (glaring because of the high
places of the delinquents) of the great and powerful ones of the earth;
and that reason is, that the said great and powerful ones find so few
who are willing to speak to them of their faults, and reason with them
on their shortcomings. If it be hard--and hard we are told it is--for
the rich man to enter into the kingdom of heaven, surely one reason for
that difficulty may be found in the comparative isolation of those who
are clothed in purple and fine linen, and who fare sumptuously every
day. The “divinity that doth hedge a king” is not only not without its
thorns, but is very instrumental in shutting majesty off from the
wholesome sympathies of life; and not alone from sympathy, but from
counsel, from reproof, and in some measure from the inestimable benefits
of example. That same “hedge,” too, is a dangerous deadener of _sound_.
It is seldom that those possessed of rank and riches hear either the
truths or falsehoods that are reported and spread abroad concerning
themselves. As Kate once pertly remarked to her brother Horace, “Who
_could_ venture to lecture Lady Millicent upon her faults?” Poor little
ill-used, thoughtless, quick-witted Kate! there were the makings of a
good and useful woman in her busy brain and ardent temperament; but,
under her mother’s injudicious training the little head became filled
with foolish fancies, the impulses of the warm young heart seemed likely
to lead its owner into something very nearly approaching to scrapes;
and, in short, from the rich raw material of poor Katie’s mind there
sprung the plentiful growth of weeds which half civilisation invariably
draws up from the soil.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account