The Governess; Or, The Little Female AcademyFielding, Sarah
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The Governess; Or, The Little Female Academy
Fielding, Sarah
Didactic fiction; Girls' schools -- Fiction; Governesses -- Fiction; School children -- Fiction; Schools -- Fiction
‘My father, as soon as I was old enough to hearken to reason, told me
of the gift he had conferred on my sister; said he could not retract it;
and therefore, if she had any mischievous designs against me, they must
in some measure succeed; but she would endow me with a power superior to
this gift of my sister’s, and likewise superior to any thing else that
he was able to bestow, which was strength and constancy of mind enough
to bear patiently any injuries I might receive; and this was a strength,
he said, which would not decay, but rather increase, by every new
exercise of it; and, to secure me in the possession of this gift, he
likewise gave me a perfect knowledge of the true value of everything
around me, by which means I might learn, whatever outward accidents
befell me, not to lose the greatest blessing in this world, namely, a
calm and contented mind. He taught me so well my duty, that I cheerfully
obeyed my mother in all things, though she seldom gave me a kind word,
or even a kind look; for my spiteful sister was always telling some lies
to make her angry with me. But my heart overflowed with gratitude to my
father, that he would give me leave to love him, whilst he instructed me
that it was my duty to pay him the most strict obedience.
‘Brunetta was daily encouraged by her mother to use me ill, and chiefly
because my father loved me; and although she succeeded in all her
designs of revenge on me, yet was she very uneasy, because she could not
take away the cheerfulness of my mind; for I bore with patience whatever
happened to me: and she would often say, “must I with all my beauty,
power, and wisdom (for so she called her low cunning) be suffering
perpetual uneasiness? and shall you, who have neither beauty, power, nor
wisdom, pretend to be happy and cheerful?” Then would she cry and stamp,
and rave like a mad creature, and set her invention at work to make my
mother beat me, or lock me up, or take from me some of my best clothes
to give to her; yet still could not her power extend to vex my mind: and
this used to throw her again into such passions, as weakened her health,
and greatly impaired her so much boasted beauty.
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