The Manoeuvring Mother (vol. 1 of 3)Bury, Charlotte Campbell, Lady
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The Manoeuvring Mother (vol. 1 of 3)
Bury, Charlotte Campbell, Lady
English fiction -- 19th century
The introduction of Miss Wetheral produced an immense sensation in
Wetheral Castle. Nothing could exceed Lady Wetheral's delight in the
confusion of selecting becoming articles of dress. How great was her
pride of heart, her smile of triumph, as she gazed upon Anna Maria in
her gay apparel, preparing for her first _entrée_ into public! Yet, the
occasion was melancholy, and ill-suited to be the chosen hour to launch
youth and beauty upon the ocean of life.
It was at an assize-ball, at Shrewsbury, then the metropolis of the
north midland counties, where Miss Wetheral burst upon the astonished
sight. When the wretched felon, under sentence of death, lay
languishing in his cell, awaiting the approaching hour of execution;
while the clergyman was speaking hope to the soul, and leading the
despairing heart to rest for forgiveness on the mercy and sufferings
of its Redeemer; then did the irons which bound his trembling hands
vibrate to the roar of carriages which rolled rapidly and furiously to
the scene of festivity. Then did the neighbouring country pour forth
her highest and loveliest; and the moans of repentant sinners, on
the verge of ascending the scaffold, were forgotten in the brilliant
throng, and lost in the lively repartee, or well-turned compliment.
The assize-ball was then the arena for debutants; the one green spot
which decorated the dullness of a long twelvemonth; the hope, the
anxiety of hundreds. That ill-judged hour for gaiety is now consigned
to silence. The march of intellect has trodden down _that_ unholy
practice, and given an outward semblance, at least, of better feelings.
It is assuredly better taste.
It was a proud moment when Anna Maria visited the nursery, to display
her first ball dress, and receive expressions of wonder and delight
at her appearance. The sisters broke from their romps to examine the
ornaments which glittered on her neck; and a row of maid-servants, who
were introduced into the nursery to see Miss Wetheral, curtseyed in
profound admiration. She was indeed a creature to be gazed at. Isabel
received an incurable wound upon her peace from the interview, and
never more returned to her once happy games of puss in the corner.
Anna Maria was but one year her senior, yet she was dressed in muslin
and satin, wore a diamond necklace, and had been to the assize-ball.
Why could not she also partake in such delights? Why was she to play
with her sisters in the nursery, while Anna Maria was dancing at
assize-balls?
Lady Wetheral tried to argue Isabel into docility, but her mind could
not perceive the sense of her parent's reasoning. "My dear child, your
sister will soon marry, and then you will appear in her place. You know
nothing is so inconvenient as having two daughters out at the same
time. While gentlemen are disputing which is the best looking, the
young ladies lose their novelty, and cannot expect to marry well."
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