LETTER CVIII

_Anna Wenbourne St. Ives to Louisa Clifton_

_London, Grosvenor-Street_

Have I been unjust to the brother of my friend? Or had my words the

power over him to turn him from a guilty purpose?--Well; rather, ay

infinitely rather let me be a false accuser than he culpable! He seeks

me no more, offers not to molest me, and I hope has forgotten me; at

least has seen the error of endeavouring to accomplish a purpose so

criminal by means so base. I expected storms, but a sweet calm has

succeeded that seems to portend tranquillity and happiness.

With respect to me and Frank, our union appears to be hastening to a

conclusion. Sir Arthur, impelled forward by his hopes and fears,

proceeds though reluctantly to act contrary to the wishes of my

arrogant uncle. Mrs. Wenbourne is dissatisfied; but her opposition is

feeble, for Edward is reconciled to the match; having no other motive

but the acquisition of a sum of money for his consent to dock the

entail; and of the manner in which this sum will be squandered we have

already had sufficient proof.

I understand Lord Fitz-Allen affects to credit a report of a very

ridiculous, though as some would think it of a very injurious nature;

which is that there was a collusion between Frank Henley and Mac Fane

respecting my brother's gambling affair. The circumstances necessary to

render this probable are so violent as immediately to expose its

absurdity, and to make it matter of amazement how such an assertion

could be invented, or circulated.

What could be Frank's motive?--My wise uncle has his answer

ready--'That of imposing upon the family in order to marry me.'

And what Mac Fane's? 'A bribe' is a short phrase, and soon said.

I imagine it to be some dream of my uncle's, who has an aptitude for

this kind of invention; and who having once put a few incidents

together that seem to agree, persuades himself with great facility that

the fable he has created is fact. Petty calumny like this is wholly

incapable of moving Frank Henley.

The restless crafty Abimelech has prevailed on Sir Arthur to go down

with him to Wenbourne-Hill. He well knows how much his own power will

be increased by the old habits of Sir Arthur, and the ease with which

they can be revived by this his interested abettor. Not but I am well

convinced, when once every thing shall be settled, and he have no

longer any thing to fear from the opposition of Sir Arthur, he will be

as little a friend to improving as any of us. Various hints which have

dropped from him would have proved this to Sir Arthur, had he not been

blind enough to suppose that, he being a baronet, honest Aby is bound

ever to remain his most obedient slave and steward; forgetting the

proofs he has received that Abimelech at present is more inclined to

command than to obey; and that when he parts with money he must have

what he calls the whys and the wherefores.

His confidence in Frank however is now so entire that he has entrusted

the transaction of certain money business to him, necessary on the

present occasion, which he came up purposely to negotiate himself, but

which he is now convinced can be done full as prudently and safely by

his son. But a few months ago, Frank tells me, he petitioned this

father in vain for thirty pounds, who now commits thousands to his

keeping.

Not but it is from a conviction that there is no propensity in Frank to

waste one of those guineas of which he is so enamoured. Without the

least love of money, Frank is a rigid economist. The father indulges no

false wants because it would be expensive; the son has none to indulge.

Habits which in the one are the fruits of avarice, in the other are the

offspring of wisdom.

Abimelech has some confused suspicion that Frank acts from higher

motives than himself, and such as he does not understand; but still he

hopes they are all founded on his own favourite basis, the love of

hoarding. Nor can he very well persuade himself that this love is not

the grand mover with all men of sense, among whom he now ranks his son

high.

But ah, Louisa, how different are the views of this worthy, this

heavenly-gifted son! He is anxiously studious to discover how he may

apply the wealth that may revert to him most to benefit that society

from which it first sprang. The best application of riches is one of

our frequent themes; because it will be one of our first duties. The

diffusion of knowledge, or more properly of truth, is the one great

good to which wealth, genius, and existence ought all to be applied.

This noble purpose gives birth to felicity which is in itself grand,

inexhaustible, and eternal.

How ineffable is the bliss of having discovered a friend like Frank

Henley, who will not only pursue this best of purposes himself, but

will through life conduct me in the same path, will aid my efforts to

promote the great work, and, by a combination of those powers we happen

to possess, will add energy to effort, and perhaps render it fifty fold

more pervading and effective!

Husband and wife, parent and child are ties which at present claim, or

rather extort a part of our attention. But oh how poor how

insignificant are they, when compared to the claims of eternal justice;

which bind man to man in equal and impartial benevolence over the face

of the whole earth, and render the wandering Arab, who is in need of

aid or instruction from me, as truly my brother as the one my mother

gave me.

I seem now but beginning the journey of life; and to have found a

companion, guide, and consoler like Frank Henley is surely no common

felicity! May the fates grant my Louisa just such another!

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