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Rachel Cowley’s.
CHAP. XIII.
LETTER LXXVI.
From Miss Cowley to Miss Hardcastle.
January 24.
My dear Lucy will not expect to find me in the broad road of folly and
laughter, with so many admonitions of wisdom as I have of late been
favoured with; I repeat the word favoured; for poor and weak must
be the mind which does not profit from such lessons as I have had to
study! Do not, however, take the alarm; I hope, I shall escape
dullness, although I am become somewhat graver than in the days of
my flippancy, and rude health. My poor Horace! But I dare not trust
myself with the subject! But is it not wonderful that no one can be
found to comfort the Earl of S——, but his son’s friend, whose heart
is pierced with an anguish as bitter and acute as his own! I am
selfish, I am ashamed to tell you that I am become fretful and
nervous. You must come, my Lucy; I want you to sustain and to chide
me. My spirits are weakened, and my mind is assailed by
apprehensions which I dare not give to you. This news from Lisbon
has been hurtful to me. I send you enclosed a letter which may make
you smile: it did not move a muscle in my face. Lady Maclairn
undertook to reply to it for me. She was obliged to answer a letter of
condolence which Mrs. Serge thought it polite to send to her “dear
cousin.” I believe her ladyship hazarded to give her correspondent a
little wholesome advice, which will be well for her if she understands
its value. Mrs. Heartley has received letters from her son Henry; he is
coming home. His friend’s death, with his dying advice to the young
man, make only a part of those motives which induce Henry to quit
his present situation. Mr. Bembridge, the deceased, has left him an
estate in Berkshire of three hundred pounds per annum; and Henry
wisely thinks, that with this provision and Mary Howard, he shall be
as rich as a Nabob, with a ruined constitution, and twenty lacks of
rupees. “He will have letters before he embarks, which will dash from
his lips this cup of happiness,” observed the anxious mother. “Miss
Howard is now in a very different situation from that, under which
my poor boy vowed to live, and to labour for her. I would not on any
account have the captain made acquainted with my son’s hopes. He
thinks Henry is right to return home; but I now wish him to remain
where he is for a few years.” “Leave him to Providence,” replied I,
“and enjoy the blessings before you. Alice will be soon happy, and
who knows whether one wedding may not be followed by another? a
little money will not spoil Mary Howard, or change Captain Flint’s
nature.” “I shall take care,” observed she thoughtfully, “to prevent
Henry from coming hither; I wish Alice were settled, I should
immediately go to town, and wait there for my son’s arrival.” Cannot
you, Lucy, find out whether Mary’s colour is yet lilac. Alice thinks it
is; but we may be conjecturing on false grounds; for Alice Heartley
and Rachel Cowley are very simple girls; yet I do believe the captain
wishes to see Henry united to him by the tenderest ties. He even
proposed the other day to Malcolm to wait for his brother’s arrival
before he married. Malcolm smiled; but declined the advice.
You saw enough of our doctor, when you were at Farefield, to enter
into the spirit of my allusion, when I call him the sun which cheers
us. We may say with truth that we live in his smiles. Should you
fancy this expression too poetical to suit with Douglass’s stern face, it
is because you have not seen him when with a patient who he thinks
wants comfort more than medicine. Did they inform you that he
never quitted my room during six and thirty hours? Horace will love
him, Lucy, and you will be grateful. Amongst other ingenious
hypotheses which he maintained this morning was one that will
please you; for he proved to demonstration that Miss Cowley “had
the strength of a horse.” He has been scolding me for this last hour;
and has provoked me to laugh at him and myself.
Oh! how tedious are the hours till I hear from you. Mrs. Allen
sends her good wishes with your
Rachel Cowley’s.
Lydia Serge.
FINIS.
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TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES
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variations in spelling.
2. Retained archaic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings
as printed.
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