A new and great acquaintance introduced. What we place most hopes upon,
generally proves most fatal.
At a small distance from the house my predecessor had made a seat,
overshaded by an hedge of hawthorn and honeysuckle. Here, when the
weather was fine, and our labour soon finished, we usually sate
together, to enjoy an extensive landscape, in the calm of the evening.
Here too we drank tea, which now was become an occasional banquet; and
as we had it but seldom, it diffused a new joy, the preparations for it
being made with no small share of bustle and ceremony. On these
occasions, our two little ones always read for us, and they were
regularly served after we had done. Sometimes, to give a variety to our
amusements, the girls sung to the guitar; and while they thus formed a
little concert, my wife and I would stroll down the sloping field, that
was embellished with blue bells and centaury, talk of our children with
rapture, and enjoy the breeze that wafted both health and harmony.
In this manner we began to find that every situation in life might
bring its own peculiar pleasures: every morning waked us to a
repetition of toil; but the evening repaid it with vacant hilarity.
It was about the beginning of autumn, on a holiday, for I kept such as
intervals of relaxation from labour, that I had drawn out my family to
our usual place of amusement, and our young musicians began their usual
concert. As we were thus engaged, we saw a stag bound nimbly by, within
about twenty paces of where we were sitting, and by its panting, it
seemed prest by the hunters. We had not much time to reflect upon the
poor animal’s distress, when we perceived the dogs and horsemen come
sweeping along at some distance behind, and making the very path it had
taken. I was instantly for returning in with my family; but either
curiosity or surprize, or some more hidden motive, held my wife and
daughters to their seats. The huntsman, who rode foremost, past us with
great swiftness, followed by four or five persons more, who seemed in
equal haste. At last, a young gentleman of a more genteel appearance
than the rest, came forward, and for a while regarding us, instead of
pursuing the chace, stopt short, and giving his horse to a servant who
attended, approached us with a careless superior air. He seemed to want
no introduction, but was going to salute my daughters as one certain of
a kind reception; but they had early learnt the lesson of looking
presumption out of countenance. Upon which he let us know that his name
was Thornhill, and that he was owner of the estate that lay for some
extent round us. He again, therefore, offered to salute the female part
of the family, and such was the power of fortune and fine cloaths, that
he found no second repulse. As his address, though confident, was easy,
we soon became more familiar; and perceiving musical instruments lying
near, he begged to be favoured with a song. As I did not approve of
such disproportioned acquaintances, I winked upon my daughters in order
to prevent their compliance; but my hint was counteracted by one from
their mother; so that with a chearful air they gave us, a favourite
song of Dryden’s. Mr Thornhill seemed highly delighted with their
performance and choice, and then took up the guitar himself. He played
but very indifferently; however, my eldest daughter repaid his former
applause with interest, and assured him that his tones were louder than
even those of her master. At this compliment he bowed, which she
returned with a curtesy. He praised her taste, and she commended his
understanding: an age could not have made them better acquainted. While
the fond mother too, equally happy, insisted upon her landlord’s
stepping in, and tasting a glass of her gooseberry. The whole family
seemed earnest to please him: my girls attempted to entertain him with
topics they thought most modern, while Moses, on the contrary, gave him
a question or two from the ancients, for which he had the satisfaction
of being laughed at: my little ones were no less busy, and fondly stuck
close to the stranger. All my endeavours could scarce keep their dirty
fingers from handling and tarnishing the lace on his cloaths, and
lifting up the flaps of his pocket holes, to see what was there. At the
approach of evening he took leave; but not till he had requested
permission to renew his visit, which, as he was our landlord, we most
readily agreed to.
As soon as he was gone, my wife called a council on the conduct of the
day. She was of opinion, that it was a most fortunate hit; for that
she had known even stranger things at last brought to bear. She hoped
again to see the day in which we might hold up our heads with the best
of them; and concluded, she protested she could see no reason why
the two Miss Wrinklers should marry great fortunes, and her children
get none. As this last argument was directed to me, I protested I
could see no reason for it neither, nor why Mr Simpkins got the ten
thousand pound prize in the lottery, and we sate down with a blank.
‘I protest, Charles,’ cried my wife, ‘this is the way you always damp
my girls and me when we are in Spirits. Tell me, Sophy, my dear, what
do you think of our new visitor? Don’t you think he seemed to be
good-natured?’—‘Immensely so, indeed, Mamma,’ replied she. ‘I think
he has a great deal to say upon every thing, and is never at a loss;
and the more trifling the subject, the more he has to say.’—‘Yes,’
cried Olivia, ‘he is well enough for a man; but for my part, I don’t
much like him, he is so extremely impudent and familiar; but on the
guitar he is shocking.’ These two last speeches I interpreted by
contraries. I found by this, that Sophia internally despised, as much
as Olivia secretly admired him.—‘Whatever may be your opinions of him,
my children,’ cried I, ‘to confess a truth, he has not prepossest me
in his favour. Disproportioned friendships ever terminate in disgust;
and I thought, notwithstanding all his ease, that he seemed perfectly
sensible of the distance between us. Let us keep to companions of our
own rank. There is no character more contemptible than a man that
is a fortune-hunter, and I can see no reason why fortune-hunting
women should not be contemptible too. Thus, at best, we shall be
contemptible if his views be honourable; but if they be otherwise! I
should shudder but to think of that! It is true I have no apprehensions
from the conduct of my children, but I think there are some from his
character.’—I would have proceeded, but for the interruption of a
servant from the ’Squire, who, with his compliments, sent us a side of
venison, and a promise to dine with us some days after. This well-timed
present pleaded more powerfully in his favour, than any thing I had to
say could obviate. I therefore continued silent, satisfied with just
having pointed out danger, and leaving it to their own discretion to
avoid it. That virtue which requires to be ever guarded, is scarce
worth the centinel.