The Exclusives (vol. 1 of 3)Bury, Charlotte Campbell, Lady
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The Exclusives (vol. 1 of 3)
Bury, Charlotte Campbell, Lady
Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
In the members, however, which swelled the list of the male part
of this circle, few indeed were there who ever made an effort to
withdraw from it. Vice and folly, in manners and in dress--male
coquetry--ineffable impertinence--ignorance--detraction of virtue
which might have resisted, or talents which eclipsed them--insipidity
in mind, and effeminacy in person--devotion to luxury,--these, and
more than these, if such could be catalogued, of the immoralities
and follies of man, were all to be found here, in degree and kind,
revolving in their different orbits--and fulfilling their allotted
parts in the system, till their existence closed. What though wit
might sometimes play around their board, or the quick repartee enliven
the monotonous circle of the evening--what though talent might be
allowed, for a brief season, to expatiate on higher topics, and the
deep discourse of great human learning might be suffered to dwell at
intervals on subjects more intellectual--yet what profited this to
those who listened or to those who spoke?--The moment's amusement, the
indulgence of mere curiosity, the establishing of some political tenet
or philosophical dogma, were alone the objects looked to. Talents, when
found in this society, were in fact directed to none but _worldly_
views; and the feeling which should have guided their possessors to
acknowledge the bounty of the Author who bestowed them, and a faithful
employment of his gifts, was not only wanting, but the sacred religion
of that very Author was too frequently made an exercise for them--a
subject of their scorn or cavil.
Though untitled, yet of noble family, there was one, who figured
first as most licentious and unprincipled among the devotees of _ton_.
He was handsome, winning, specious; but he concealed under this
attractive exterior a heart of the blackest dye; no sense of right or
wrong checked its impulses. All to him was lawful that was attainable.
Pleasure was his object; and he had sailed down the short voyage of
his life unchecked by any of those reverses, unscared by any of those
feelings of shame or compunction, which would have operated on a weaker
mind; and if, for a moment, some enormity of conduct made the more
timid--they could not be called the more virtuous--of his associates
recoil, the hardened face, the laugh of carelessness, the ready excuse,
soon dissipated these transient feelings of shame; and patronized,
courted, upheld, in that true _esprit de corps_ which bound each member
of the society to protect the other, his youthful career had been run
from excess to excess.
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