CHAPTER IX

The excellent woman, who had been my more than mother, took infinite

pains to cure the foibles, which, like pernicious weeds, entangled

themselves with, and sometimes threatened to choak, the embryo blossoms

of my expanding mind. Ah! with what pleasure do I recall her beloved

idea to my memory! Fostered by her maternal love, and guided by her mild

reason, how placid, and how sweet, were my early days!--Why, my first,

my tenderest friend, did I lose you at that critical period of life,

when the harmless sports and occupations of childhood gave place to the

pursuits, the passions and the errors of youth?--With the eloquence of

affection, with gentle, yet impressive persuasion, thou mightest have

checked the wild career of energetic feeling, which thou hast so often

remarked with hope and terror.

As I entered my eighteenth year, I lost, by a premature death, this

tender monitor. Never shall I forget her last emphatic, affectionate,

caution.

'Beware, my dear Emma,' said this revered friend, 'beware of

strengthening, by indulgence, those ardent and impetuous sensations,

which, while they promise vigour of mind, fill me with apprehension

for the virtue, for the happiness of my child. I wish not that the

canker-worm, Distrust, should blast the fair fruit of your ripening

virtues. The world contains many benevolent, many disinterested,

spirits; but civilization is yet distempered and imperfect; the

inequalities of society, by fostering artificial wants, and provoking

jealous competitions, have generated selfish and hostile passions.

Nature has been vainly provident for her offspring, while man, with

mistaken avidity, grasping more than he has powers to enjoy, preys on

his fellow man:--departing from simple virtues, and simple pleasures,

in their stead, by common consent, has a wretched semblance been

substituted. Endeavour to contract your wants, and aspire only to

a rational independence; by exercising your faculties, still the

importunate suggestions of your sensibility; preserve your sincerity,

cherish the ingenuous warmth of unsophisticated feeling, but let

discernment precede confidence. I tremble even for the excess of those

virtues which I have laboured to cultivate in your lively and docile

mind. If I could form a wish for longer life, it is only for my children,

and that I might be to my Emma instead of reason, till her own stronger

mind matures. I dread, lest the illusions of imagination should

render those powers, which would give force to truth and virtue, the

auxiliaries of passion. Learn to distinguish, with accuracy, the good

and ill qualities of those with whom you may mingle: while you abhor the

latter, separate the being from his errors; and while you revere the

former, the moment that your reverence becomes personal, that moment,

suspect that your judgment is in danger of becoming the dupe of your

affections.'

Would to God that I had impressed upon my mind--that I had recalled to

my remembrance more frequently--a lesson so important to a disposition

like mine!--a continual victim to the enthusiasm of my feelings;

incapable of approving, or disapproving, with moderation--the most

poignant sufferings, even the study of mankind, have been insufficient

to dissolve the powerful enchantment, to disentangle the close-twisted

associations!--But I check this train of overwhelming reflection, that

is every moment on the point of breaking the thread of my narration, and

obtruding itself to my pen.

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