CHAP. XIII.

When the weather began to clear up, Mary sometimes rode out alone,

purposely to view the ruins that still remained of the earthquake: or

she would ride to the banks of the Tagus, to feast her eyes with the

sight of that magnificent river. At other times she would visit the

churches, as she was particularly fond of seeing historical paintings.

One of these visits gave rise to the subject, and the whole party

descanted on it; but as the ladies could not handle it well, they soon

adverted to portraits; and talked of the attitudes and characters in

which they should wish to be drawn. Mary did not fix on one--when

Henry, with more apparent warmth than usual, said, "I would give the

world for your picture, with the expression I have seen in your face,

when you have been supporting your friend."

This delicate compliment did not gratify her vanity, but it reached her

heart. She then recollected that she had once sat for her picture--for

whom was it designed? For a boy! Her cheeks flushed with indignation, so

strongly did she feel an emotion of contempt at having been thrown

away--given in with an estate.

As Mary again gave way to hope, her mind was more disengaged; and her

thoughts were employed about the objects around her.

She visited several convents, and found that solitude only eradicates

some passions, to give strength to others; the most baneful ones. She

saw that religion does not consist in ceremonies; and that many prayers

may fall from the lips without purifying the heart.

They who imagine they can be religious without governing their tempers,

or exercising benevolence in its most extensive sense, must certainly

allow, that their religious duties are only practiced from selfish

principles; how then can they be called good? The pattern of all

goodness went about _doing_ good. Wrapped up in themselves, the nuns

only thought of inferior gratifications. And a number of intrigues were

carried on to accelerate certain points on which their hearts were

fixed:

Such as obtaining offices of trust or authority; or avoiding those that

were servile or laborious. In short, when they could be neither wives

nor mothers, they aimed at being superiors, and became the most selfish

creatures in the world: the passions that were curbed gave strength to

the appetites, or to those mean passions which only tend to provide for

the gratification of them. Was this seclusion from the world? or did

they conquer its vanities or avoid its vexations?

In these abodes the unhappy individual, who, in the first paroxysm of

grief flies to them for refuge, finds too late she took a wrong step.

The same warmth which determined her will make her repent; and sorrow,

the rust of the mind, will never have a chance of being rubbed off by

sensible conversation, or new-born affections of the heart.

She will find that those affections that have once been called forth and

strengthened by exercise, are only smothered, not killed, by

disappointment; and that in one form or other discontent will corrode

the heart, and produce those maladies of the imagination, for which

there is no specific.

The community at large Mary disliked; but pitied many of them whose

private distresses she was informed of; and to pity and relieve were the

same things with her.

The exercise of her various virtues gave vigor to her genius, and

dignity to her mind; she was sometimes inconsiderate, and violent; but

never mean or cunning.

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