"And deserve it too," answered Phil., "if we do not push the

argument too far. The present day furnishes us some admirable

samples in the department of fiction; but I question much if you

will not find, that novels, with a large portion of existing men,

and women, make the _business_, as well as the relaxation of their

reading hours. The novels of our time are like letters of marque.

They are _armés en flute_ for war or merchandize, _alias_ for

instruction or entertainment; and if people will not read any thing

more serious we must be happy that there _is_ a method of riveting

attention by cloathing good sense in the light drapery of fiction.

Thousands are led on to better things than they are promised by

a pleasant tale; and I rejoice to perceive a growing sense of

accountableness in the writers who supply the present rage for

new publications. I see a consciousness arising amongst novelists

and the editors of reviews and magazines that the morbid diseases

induced by _mental_ opium eating (if you will allow me the image)

threaten paralysis and, would inevitably lead to dissolution of all

intellectual energy, if not arrested in their progress. Several

are usefully employed in applying alterations, and endeavouring to

bring about a more healthful action of the rational powers. Let

us earnestly desire a blessing on every effort of this nature,

and give our best individual support even to story, when, like

the useful wedge, it is successful in sliding in, what would not

find its way into the hands of half mankind unaided by such an

instrument." The remark struck me as valid, and I had the grace to

say so. Led on from one topic to another, in which this excellent

man discovered so much knowledge of life as perfectly to amaze me,

I turned to young Bentley, and said, "I have often heard people

obtain credit for extraordinary acquaintance with the world, and

wherever this has been the case, such skill has been attributed to

travelling, and a widely spreading communion with various classes

of men; but it sometimes strikes me as matter of surprise to find

the acutest sense of all that is doing on the great theatre, in

a retired corner of the earth, apparently shut out from all the

bustle, vice, and folly, that pervade the world."

Bentley replied, "I know not to whom you may apply for information

on _this_ head, more appropriately than to my good friend of

Lisfarne, who contrives to know mankind so well without going

amongst them. Let us ask him how he manages to find them out?"

"Were it really the case," answered Phil. "that I am better

informed than my neighbours in the science which you ascribe to me;

a point which I utterly dissent from, I should be apt perhaps to

take credit for my skill as resulting from the very reason that,

according to your view, might excuse its deficiency, namely, to

those retired habits which lead me to study a few, rather than

glance my eye over a multitude. It is with men as with books. You

may skim over too great a number to read any with profit. With some

few exceptions, the characters of which mankind is made up, are

easily classified; and if you master a score of distinct specimens

from each tribe with care and accuracy, you will find the sum of

your knowledge considerably to exceed that which has been gleaned

from a larger surface, where less attention has been brought to

the task of investigation. A certain impatience of decision leads

people frequently to pronounce upon as anomalies, what a severer

scrutiny would prove to be well understood, and belonging to

accredited divisions of human character."

"I seldom meet with a _real_ non-descript, though appearances may

puzzle me for a time, and though I have not been in a crowd for

many years, I meet in succession with individuals of all sorts, and

perhaps am enabled to form a more discriminating judgment of each

single figure as it passes before me than I could do were my mind

distracted by many objects together. The whole being made up of

parts, one may give a shrewd guess at the collective effect from

acquaintance with the separate atoms."

"From what you say," said I, "a man ought to live _out_ of the

world, to judge rightly of those men who compose it."--"No, my

young friend, not quite so _terse_. There is no more _necessary_

connection between knowledge of the world and retirement, than

between naval tactics and an old gentleman sitting by his fireside

in Hampshire; yet it so happened, that the present system of

breaking the line, which was of such astonishing importance to

us in the last war, was the invention of a man unconnected with

naval affairs, and who, marshalling a parcel of cherry-stones

after dinner upon his table, proved to a practical understanding

how the object could be achieved, and what a Clarke projected, was

accomplished by a Rodney."

"_In_ the world or _out_ of the world sagacity may find materials

upon which to work, and it will depend on the acuteness of that

sagacity to arrive at eminence in the knowledge of man.--Where this

is furnished, I should believe retirement, I do not mean solitude,

to be more favorable to sound discrimination than a busy scene,

because more likely to secure against precipitancy of judgment.

On the whole, we may see, and hear, a great deal too much with

our _outward_ senses. The principal defect of the present day is

want of reflection. The provision, the apparatus for conveying

instruction to the mind is superb, but exactly in proportion to

these "tricking facilities" is the deficiency of original thinking.

When books were few, and purchased with difficulty, they were

intensely studied. The mind was forced to be in some sort its

own library. The treasures of learning were committed to memory,

and the intellect traded upon its internal resources; the capital

was frequently turned, and mental riches crowned exertion; but

the multiplication of _means_ often retards the _end_, and the

understanding is encumbered with help."

"But pray, sir, if we gain more in expansion than we lose in depth,

is not the balance on our side? Now that the press is teeming

with instruction brought down to the level of _all_ capacities,

are we not advancing by rapid strides to a full developement of

the reasoning faculty, and approaching that happy termination of

ignorance so devoutly to be wished for?"

"I do not agree with you, Howard. If you desire my opinion, it must

be given in the negative. I am an old-fashioned fellow, and many of

my notions are desperately heretical in these days of display. I

cannot help prefering substance to shadows, and depth to surface.

I love real improvements, not mere changes. In some instances

we _are_ improving. The exact sciences are making progress, and

so are those arts which depend upon the application of their

principles. Chemistry, mechanics, &c. advance, and there is a

disposition to reward the talent that is exhibited in forwarding

them to perfection; but I maintain that the system of school and

collegiate education for our youth requires reform. The best part

of life, as regards some of our mental powers, is frittered away

in learning badly two dead languages, to the neglect of better

things at school; and at the Universities much might be done to

effect a better order of things than prevails in any of them. Then,

with respect to the prevailing taste in literature, it is too

much devoted to _stimulus_. We have too many new books, and too

many young authors. Some expatiating in the labyrinths of moral

paradox--others in the wild regions of uncontrolled imagination;

and so on. Whatever is _new_, is devoured with avidity, and so

great is the quantity, so pulp-like the quality, of this literary

pabulum, that the digestive organs are destroyed, and the mind is

seldom exercised for itself."

As Phil. finished the last sentence, his old servant opened the

door, and in ran Frederick, followed by the redoubtable Domine. A

general commotion ensued. Much shaking of hands, inquiries after

health, friends, and all the etceteras which are hurried over in

the first ten minutes after meeting succeeded, I was presented;

and while Mr. Otway was engaged with Oliphant, and Fred. was

interchanging civilities with Mr. Bentley, I sat examining the

object of my fearful anticipations. Imprimis, he has no wig, but

a fine expansive front with a clean bald pate. His hair "a sable

silvered," scantily _set_, but curling naturally in a _fringe_

round the back of his head, and a countenance full of benevolence,

and sparkling with affection.

Yes, it is a true bill. Here are more fruits of Prophecy and

Prejudice, quoth you!--I will give up _anticipating_.--It will save

me a great deal of plague in future, not to think of people till

they cross my path, and are actually before my eyes.

Before we set out on the return to Glenalta, I was as easy as

an old shoe with Oliphant; but all his quaint practice and

methodistical habits are hanging over _in terrorem_.

On the following day, which was Saturday, we met as usual at

breakfast, and immediately afterwards, I was called by the girls

and Frederick to come and see the treasures of which their tutor

had been the escort. On entering the Library, I saw a valuable

addition to the book-shelves; Clarke's Bible, handsomely, but

unshewily bound, for my aunt; the Flora and Pomona Londinensis for

Emily; a capital Biographical Dictionary for Charlotte; a fine

Herodotus for Fred; and Withering's Botany for Fan. Besides these

were writing-desks, drawing-books, pencils, port-folios, and a

parcel containing the Pirates, Kenilworth, Quentin Durward, and the

Inheritance, as food for the "Evening hour." In short, Domine must

have been literally built up in the _stack_ which brought him, as

tightly as poor Rose de Beverley in the dungeon wall; and to have

seen the good man _deterré_ from such a mass of matter must have

been diverting enough.

These various objects of acquisition were all gifts of Mr. Otway,

who had made his own remarks upon the wants and wishes of his

neighbours, and written to Oliphant accordingly, to come laden

with whatever he thought most likely to gratify the family group.

It is impossible to form an idea of the advantages in _one_ respect

which people living in these outposts of mankind possess over the

civilized world. If my mother and sisters require a packet of

books, or any thing else, from town, Gibson is ordered to write,

the things come per next mail. Turner, my mother's maid, opens

the store, and the contents are spread upon tables, where perhaps

they lie for days before they are observed, and when looked at,

are either to be returned, or if retained, it is ten to one if

they produce the slightest degree of animation. Here the minds

of the little party are so alive and fresh, that one catches the

contagion; and I found myself bustling through wrapping papers and

twine with an eagerness which I certainly never experienced upon

the arrival of a similar importation at Selby.

"We have been so long _wishing_ for these," said Emily, "that they

are quite a mine of happiness."

"Yes," answered Charlotte, "and how magical are our dear Phil.'s

guesses, for he always discovers what one _wants_ most." "And I,"

added Fanny, "am just expiring to be off to Lisfarne, with a budget

of thanks to our necromancer."

We all dispersed after this library scene; the young people to shew

Mr. Oliphant puppies, kittens, young pheasants, and sundry other

live stock, which had either grown or been acquired during his

absence, and I, after promising to walk with my aunt in an hour

or two, filed off to my room to fold up this enormous volume. On

looking over my journal before doing so, I perceived an omission:

you desired me to tell you more of the _tastes_ of my fair friends

in dress, furniture, _etcetera_, I thought that I had given you a

_coup d'[oe]il_ which might have sufficed; but if you must have

more, learn now, and for ever after hold your peace, that you may

walk from top to bottom of this house without hitching your skirts

in any of the fopperies of a modern _boudoir_. There is no danger

of being entangled amongst a nest of spider-tables covered with

china, or of overturning a chiffoniere burthened with flower-pots.

There are no scraps of japan, nor _odds_ and _ends_ of any sort to

molest a visitor, and interrupt conversation. Glenalta is furnished

with simplicity and convenience: the general _character_, is that

of chaste uniformity, without any thing of the _drab_ of quakerism.

A few good pictures ornament the walls both of drawing-room and

parlour. Some handsome busts in bronze give a finish to the

bookcases of the library; and the hall, which is light and airy,

has a very good appearance as you enter the house. The furniture is

solid, and there is every real comfort of polished life to be found

in its place without any exhibition of finery or _nick-knackery_,

if I may coin a word for the occasion.--Altogether the best idea

I can convey of my aunt's dwelling, is by telling you what it

is _not_: it is _not_ a _shew_-house--it is _not_ a fashionable

house, neither has it the cold, raw, uninhabited look of an English

provincial residence; but it is strictly clean, bright, _easy_

looking, and has an air of unpretending elegance.

Now, as to dress, hang me if I know the names of any manufacture;

but I told you before, that the cousins have very pretty figures,

beautiful hair, and are always perfectly _presentable_. They do

not wear the gaudy colouring of the French school, nor are they

squeezed as if in a vice, to look like wasps, without any visible

connecting link to unite the upper and lower parts of the body.

There is a natural grace and gentility in every movement; and the

_effect_ is pleasing to the eye from the _repose_ which it meets

with, equally remote from _excitement_ on the one hand, and torpor

on the other.

What can I tell you more particular? And had I not better say Adieu

at once, than add to this mighty mass of paper by further general

description?

Your affectionate friend,

ARTHUR HOWARD.

LETTER VII.

FROM THE SAME TO THE SAME.

My dear Falkland,

My last despatch, you will remember, was sealed just after it had

been arranged that I should accompany my aunt in a walk. At the

appointed hour I tapped at her door, to put her in mind of our

assignation; and was not sorry to have a _tête à tête_ in prospect,

thinking that I might take advantage of this opportunity to edge

in a little word of counsel, that might be of use, at _least_ in

Fanny's, though Emily and Charlotte might be beyond my reach in

effecting a change in _their_ destiny.

My sweet aunt (for she is really quite delightful) was speedily

equipped, and we set out upon our rambles. As soon as we had

cleared the house, and were not in danger of being overheard, I

expressed my gratitude for her kindness in asking me to Glenalta;

spoke of the pleasure which I already felt in its society, and my

admiration, as well as surprise, at finding my cousins every thing

that could be wished. My aunt smiled. "Then," said she, "you had

heard, I suppose, but an unflattering account of us, and expected

to see a very _outrè_ sort of a family." "I expected," answered

I, "to find, as I _have_ found, very superior attainments; but

you know, dearest lady, the prejudice which universally subsists

against _Blue-Stockings_; and though you have succeeded so

admirably in the result of your system, and may therefore triumph,

as 'those who win may laugh,' yet you must allow the experiment

to have been a bold one." "And why so, my dear Arthur? I should

not have felt at all inclined to make bold experiments, and am not

conscious how I have done so. You must explain yourself." "Well

then, I will; and hope that I may venture to do so without running

any risk of offending you." "Certainly, I cannot be offended,

having requested you to tell me what you mean; and I, on my part,

shall not only thank you for your observations, but shall be

ready, with the most perfect candour, to satisfy you as far as I

can, respecting my conduct."

"Dear aunt, then," said I, "the great object to which a girl's

prospects should tend from infancy to maturity is marriage; and

every prudent mother, I need not say to you, is perpetually intent

upon this termination of all her cares and anxiety. To marry a

daughter _well_ is no easy matter now-a-days, and often requires a

vast deal of address to bring about the event. Beauty, though very

captivating, will not do without money, and young men have learned

to be philosophers; they can see and admire, but, like the Baron

of Moubray, they must know how 'to love and to ride away,' unless

they would entail ruin on their posterity. Almost every man's

circumstances are dipped more or less, either by his own folly or

that of his predecessors; and most men look to a fortunate marriage

some time or other in their lives, for the purpose of paying off

charges on their property, and clearing a load of debt. Now, girls

of large fortune, may certainly take some liberties; for even

were they old, ugly, or _Blue_, thousands _will_ tell, and they

may generally command a choice amongst the other sex; but young

women, even of such personal attraction as my cousins ought 'to be

with caution bold.' I do assure you, that were you at this moment

suddenly removed to London, I would not, for any consideration

that I can name, that Emily and Charlotte were discovered to know

a syllable of Greek, Latin, botany, chemistry, or any of the arts

and sciences: it is unheard of in town, except to be laughed at, or

avoided; and as your girls have pretensions that might secure their

being courted in the best society, it would mortify any one who

loves them to witness a complete failure in their _debut_, through

a want of that circumspection which mothers, _so_ inferior to you,

know how to exercise. Dear little Fan is young and volatile; there

is more danger of her betraying herself than of her sisters' being

giddy. Much might be done still with your elder girls, who are so

reasonable and so docile, that they would probably take a hint

immediately; but it is quite a _sin_ not to snatch Fanny from

perdition, by allowing what _azure_ she has already contracted, to

fade away as quickly as possible. Elegant and accomplished, pretty

and pleasing, my cousins are formed for the world, and would shine

in it: but Greek, Latin, chemistry, _etcetera_, are like forgery,

never to be forgiven."

Here I paused, and my aunt calmly replied, "I fear, my dear boy,

that I shall make matters worse rather than better by my answer to

your advice; but, notwithstanding, I must run the risk, and boldly

hazard the loss of your esteem, by detailing some opinions of

mine, which do not harmonize at all with your's. First, then, you

will stare at me perhaps when I tell you, that I am very far from

thinking marriage necessary to the happiness of my children, though

should I live to see them find such partners as I think worthy of

them, I should rejoice, inasmuch as, under _certain_ circumstances,

I look upon marriage as the happiest lot of life in this chequered

scene; but, Arthur, rank and fortune are only _accidents_, and

make no part of the _essence_ in my creed of such requisites as

constitute felicity in domestic union. My dear girls will not be

rich, but they will have enough to make them independent. If they

marry, I think I may venture to say, that it will not be through

worldly motives of aggrandizement; and should they remain single,

they will, I trust in the Almighty, be both useful and contented."

I certainly _did_ stare. What! a mother, and disregard the

establishment of daughters! My aunt continued: "According to your

ideas, a woman is merely an appendage, and, I dare say, frequently

considered a very troublesome one to her fortune, the acquisition

of which seems to be, even under favourable circumstances of youth

and beauty thrown into the scale, the _principal_ object, and where

these may be wanting, the _sole_ incentive which leads a man of

fashion to permit a young lady the honour of bearing his name.

Now in a country where the blessing of freedom has never been

known, where parents possess absolute power over their children,

and masters over their slaves, I can perceive a reason for such

an order of things; but I confess myself so ignorant as not to

comprehend why liberty and affluence _here_ should be sacrificed

without any valuable consideration. It would be better to subscribe

a part of one's property to the necessities of a needy gentleman

than be obliged to give up the whole, and tie oneself to him for

ever. May I ask you how women are compensated in your scheme for

the relinquishment of independence?" "Bless me, dear aunt, the

question is so extraordinary, that really I feel at a loss to

believe that you can ask it: _compensated_?--Why, by being married;

by being promoted to a state in society of more consideration than

they previously occupied; by being provided for, established, and,

finally, as the acme of all female hope and ambition, taken out of

the never-ending defile of recruits through which a man has to make

his way at every ball, concert, or theatre in town."

"Well," said Mrs. Douglas, "I am not a little amazed that these

_recruits_, as you call them, should be ready to place themselves

under the control of officers so little disposed to regard them

with tenderness; but, as this is a serious subject in which the

happiness of mankind at large is concerned, we will treat it

gravely. Providence has so ordered the affairs of earth, that

marriage will always be a primary object of concern with _both_

sexes; for remember, that the idea of _wife_, involves that of

_husband_; and to supply each _aspirant_ of either sex, you must

find a disengaged individual of the other. Now if it appear that

the mass of human beings are intended by their Creator for the

state of matrimony, and that their own wishes generally coincide

with the original purpose of creation, would it not seem a

reasonable consequence that a condition which almost all men and

women anticipate, should be rendered as desirable, as suitable, as

happy, and as wise as a reflecting choice can make it?" "Surely,"

said I, "and _there_ lies the difference between an improvident

silly mother, or one who is governed by a prudent knowledge of

the world, and clear views of her childrens' advantage. Women

are, you will confess, great fools when they allow their girls

to flirt with younger sons who have nothing; military men, whose

fortunes are on their backs, and all the idle host who furnish

a drawing-room and excel in a quadrille. Maternal solicitude

ought unquestionably to be directed to a good settlement, liberal

pin-money--if _possible_ a distinguished connection; and in short,

all the circumstances which constitute what every one admits to be

a _good match_. How painful must it be to read a paragraph in the

public papers announcing that on such a day Mr. Such-an-one, whom

nobody knows, was married by some clergyman whose name was never

heard of, in a parish church not to be found in any map, to Miss

Douglas of Glenalta! If I am doomed to suffer such disgrace, I

shall set out directly for Greece, or some other distant quarter to

which my countrymen do not flock in the crowds that one is certain

to meet in France and Italy, _there_ to remain till the event is

forgotten, and the unfortunate actors in it, are consigned to

well-merited oblivion. Forgive me if I am warm; I do not mean to

be disrespectful, but my energies rise in proportion to the hourly

increase of love and admiration which I feel towards relations so

near and so deserving."

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