The Monctons: A Novel. Volume 1 (of 2) — John Shaqi
The Monctons: A Novel. Volume 1 (of 2)Moodie, Susanna
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The Monctons: A Novel. Volume 1 (of 2)
Moodie, Susanna
Fiction
Harrison laughed heartily, "You will perhaps say, that it is easy for
me to preach against riches; but like the Fox in the fable, the grapes
are sour. I speak, however, with indifference of the good that
Providence has placed beyond my reach. Geoffrey, I was once the envied
possessor of wealth, which in my case was productive of much evil."
"How did you lose such an advantage?" I eagerly exclaimed, "do tell me
something of your past life?"
This was the first allusion he had made to his former circumstances;
and I was determined not to let the opportunity pass unnoticed.
He seemed to guess my thoughts. "Are you anxious for a humiliating
confession, of vanity, folly and prodigality? Well, Geoffrey, you shall
have it; but mark me--it will only be in general terms--I cannot enter
into particulars. I was born poor, and unexpectedly became rich, and
like many persons in like circumstances, I was ashamed of my mean
origin; and thought, by making a dashing appearance and squandering
lavishly my wealth, to induce men to forget my humble birth. The world
applauds such madness as long as the money lasts, and for a short
period, I had friends and flatterers at will.
"My brief career terminated in ruin and disgrace: wealth which is not
acquired by industry, is seldom retained by prudence; and to those
unacquainted with the real value of money, a large sum always appears
inexhaustible. So it was with me. I spent, without calculating the
cost, and soon lost all. The world now wore a very different aspect. I
was deserted by all my gay associates; my most intimate companions
passed me in the streets without recognition. I knew that this would be
the result of my altered fortunes, yet the reality cut me to the heart.
"These are mortifying lessons, which experience, wisdom's best
counsellor, daily teaches us; and a man must either be very
self-conceited, or very insensible, who cannot profit by her valuable
instructions. The hour which brought to me the humiliating conviction,
that I was a person of no consequence; that the world could go on very
well without me; that my merry companions would not be one jot less
facetious, though I was absent from their jovial parties, was after all
not the most miserable of my life.
"I woke as from a dream. The scales had fallen from my eyes. I knew
myself--and became a wiser and better man. I called all my creditors
together, discharged my debts, and found myself free of the world in
the most liberal sense.
"Good Heavens!" I exclaimed. "How could you bear such a dreadful
reverse with such fortitude--such magnanimity?"
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