Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 10
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 10
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
Matilda's father had been her tutor, and he was well qualified for that
office. To aid the development of her infant mind--to pour forth to her,
as she grew in years and in reason, all the fruits of his own
richly-cultivated intellect, was the solitary consolation of one over
whose head was impending the misfortune of incompetence, or deficiency
of means for the adequate support of himself and his daughter. Matilda
was gifted with a mind which, even if her tutor had not been her father,
would have rendered tuition a delight. Her lively imagination, which
early unfolded itself; her dangerous but interesting vivacity; the keen
delight, the swift enthusiasm with which she drank in knowledge, and
then panted for more; her shrewd acuteness, and her innate passion for
what was excellent and beautiful, filled her father with rapture, which
he repressed, and made him feel conscious how much there was to check,
to guide, and to form, as well as to cherish, to admire, and to applaud.
As she grew up, the bright parts of her character shone with increased
lustre; but, in spite of the exertions of her instructor, some less
admirable qualities had not yet disappeared. She was still too often the
dupe of her imagination; and though perfectly inexperienced, her
confidence in her theoretical knowledge of human nature was unbounded.
She had an idea that she could penetrate the character of individuals at
first meeting; and the consequence of this fatal axiom was, that she was
always the slave of first impressions, and constantly the victim of
prejudice; she was ever thinking individuals better or worse than they
really were, and she believed it to be out of the power of any one to
deceive her. Constant attendance during many years on a dying beloved
mother, and her deep religious feelings, had first broken, and then
controlled, a spirit which nature had intended to be arrogant and
haughty. Her father she adored; and she seemed to devote to him all that
consideration which, with more common characters, is generally
distributed among their acquaintances.
We hint at her faults. How shall we describe her virtues? Her unbounded
generosity, her dignified simplicity, her graceful frankness, her
nobility of thought and feeling, her firmness, her courage, and her
truth, her kindness to her inferiors, her constant charity, her devotion
to her parents, her sympathy with sorrow, her detestation of oppression,
her pure unsullied thoughts, her delicate taste, her deep religion--all
these combined would have formed a delightful character, even if
unaccompanied with such brilliant talents and such brilliant beauty as
she possessed. Nature and art were the graces which had combined to form
this girl. She was a jewel set in gold, and worthy of a king.
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