Young Grandison, volume 2 (of 2): A series of letters from young persons to their friendsCambon, Madame de (Maria Geertruida van de Werken)
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Young Grandison, volume 2 (of 2): A series of letters from young persons to their friends
Cambon, Madame de (Maria Geertruida van de Werken)
Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature; Epistolary fiction
I could not forbear, as I rode home, continually anticipating the
pleasure I should experience, when I saw them again in a more
comfortable abode, with a little garden and some other conveniences;
since they suffer enough without having the wind rushing through every
corner of the house, and the rain oozing through the thatch when they
are in bed. When I am a man, I hope I shall never forget the resolutions
I have now made, one of the principal is, to see myself that my poor
tenants and labourers always have a comfortable warm habitation; I will
try too to remember that health is more necessary to them than to the
rich, and that it is my duty to render their situation easy. Adieu.
CHARLES.
LETTER X.
CHARLES _to_ WILLIAM.
I am now again with my good Dr. Bartlett at a small, but pleasant,
country seat, belonging to a widow, his sister-in-law, who has but one
daughter, an agreeable, and indeed a very handsome girl. As she has
always lived in the country with her mother, she has had time to improve
her understanding, by reading to her books calculated to improve a young
mind. Dr. Bartlett has kept up a constant correspondence with her, in
which they have discussed the different subjects of her reading; such as
natural philosophy, geography, astronomy, and history. But these
employments have not so engrossed her time, as to prevent her learning
to sing, draw, and dance; nay, the Doctor tells me, that she has, for a
year or two past and she is now but eighteen, had the management of the
house; she rises so early that all family affairs are settled before
breakfast, and do not interfere with her other employments. Henrietta
sings, works, and reads, all the day, and I never saw any one have a
finer bloom, or a more cheerful countenance. The Doctor calls me. Adieu.
CHARLES.
LETTER XI.
CHARLES _to_ WILLIAM.
Dr. Bartlett went this morning to visit an old friend, and left me to
comfort the females, as he, smiling, said, who would have been quite
disconsolate, if they had lost both their beaux at once. I enjoy here
all the pleasures of the country; ride, walk, and go on the water, with
the sons of a neighbouring clergyman, whom he has educated himself. They
are modest, sensible young men, and so far advanced in their studies,
that I felt yesterday evening, after our conversation, a little vexed
with myself for not having made a better use of my time; I shall rub the
dust off my Greek and Latin books when I return to Grandison Hall. Yet
in spite of their knowledge, they have not neglected accomplishments; I
assure you, we had, yesterday evening, a very good concert, in which
they bore a part—but I am interrupted.
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