IN WHICH SHEPPARD LEE RELATES THE PASSION HE CONCEIVED FOR HIS FAIR
COUSIN, AND HIS ENGAGEMENT TO ELOPE WITH HER.
My uncle Wilkins, it seems, was not merely ambitious to get into good
society; he was ambitious to have his daughter married, and, as he
said, into the best family in the land: an object not very difficult
to compass, considering the fortune he intended to leave her. But my
uncle was resolved her husband should be rich as well as distinguished;
and I discovered the old curmudgeon had an extreme horror of poverty.
Perhaps one of the strongest reasons for his leaving the country was
a fear he had lest his adorable daughter should be snapped up by that
aforesaid Danny Baker, whom my cousin had pronounced "one of the truest
and handsomest sweethearts I ever saw;" although I never saw him at
all, nor, indeed, any other extremely true and handsome sweetheart of
the male gender in all my life; for those that are true are ugly, and
those that are handsome are as uncertain as politics. I say this was my
uncle's fear, and, indeed, he confessed to me his belief that Pattie
had really a sneaking kindness for the young rustic; for which reason
he was anxious to have her married as soon as possible.
I may here observe, that if a bachelor is to judge of the excellence of
love by the character of its vocabulary, he will discover no stirring
reason to lament his insensibility. All the expressions on the subject
go to show that there is something mean and contemptible in the tender
passion, which men otherwise profess to be the most heavenly of the
passions--as if, indeed, heaven had any thing to do with any of them.
The moment a man begins to think a woman uncommonly charming, he is
said to cast a "sheep's eye" on her; when he feels a friendship for
her, it becomes "a sneaking kindness;" and the moment his heart is in
a hubbub, he is "deep in the mire." From these terms, and others that
might be mentioned, it results as I have said, namely--that men and
women who have experienced the tender passion, are, notwithstanding
their pretences to the contrary, really ashamed of it; that a lover is
a sheep and a sneaking fellow, ordained to grovel in the mud at the
feet of his mistress; and, finally, that a bachelor has no good reason
to execrate his stars for keeping him single.
But I had other notions when I was in Mr. I. D. Dawkins's body.
I was entirely of my uncle's way of thinking, and proposed to take her
myself; to which my uncle replied, in some perturbation, "None of your
jokes there, Ikey, my boy;" and gave me plainly to understand that was
a thing he would never think of. Nay, the proposition seemed to him so
unpalatable, that I was compelled to pretend I had made it entirely in
jest; though I demanded, supposing I had been serious, what objection
he could have to me. "Oh, none in the world," said he, "except your
being so near of blood; for a cousin-german is almost the same as a
brother."
I understood the old hunks better than he thought; he had, somehow
or other, found out that I had spent my fortune, and was therefore,
in that particular, no better off than Mr. Danny Baker. I saw, too,
clearly enough, that he only valued me as a sort of stepping-stone into
society; and that, having once had all the advantage of me he could, he
would be ready to forget all my benefits. The curmudgeon! he had found
out I had been borrowing money of his son Sammy, and he was already
longing for the time to come when he might safely discard me.
I resolved to marry Pattie in spite of him; and began to cast about for
some device by which to secure her share of his two hundred and ninety
thousand, which it was more than probable he would withhold, in the
event of her marrying against his will. This device I soon hit upon.
I told him there was, among all my acquaintance, not above one man whom
I could recommend as a husband for Pattie; for though there were dozens
of genteel young fellows, fortunes were by no means so plentiful. My
friend Tickle, I assured him, was just the man,--a little gay, to
be sure; indeed, quite dissipated; and, what was worse, an enemy to
matrimony; which was the more extraordinary, as by marrying he might
come at once into possession of a splendid fortune. And thereupon I
told him that Jack's father, who was a saint in his way, and a bigot,
to reclaim him, had, by will (for I assured him the poor man was dead),
bequeathed his superb estate to him only upon condition that he married
before the expiration of five years; failing in which, the whole
property, now in the hands of trustees, would revert to other persons,
with the exception of a shabby annuity of a thousand a year. The five
years, I told my uncle Wilkins, were now nearly expired, and Jack,
being in some alarm, was already expressing an inclination to seek a
spouse; but she must be a rich one, otherwise he would never think of
her.
This story, which I fabricated for the purpose, produced a strong
effect upon my uncle Wilkins; and I concluded it by recommending he
should without delay settle half his fortune upon Pattie, by legal
grant of _dedi et concessi_, as the lawyers call it, and register the
same; in which event, I would do all I could to bring the marriage
about, not doubting that we should succeed, since Pattie was, as I
averred, just the sort of girl that Tickle liked.
My uncle was rather dumbfounded at the last proposal, and swore he
would do no such thing. "He was not going," he said, "to bribe anybody
to take his girl off his hands, not he; she should have her share when
he was dead, and if she married to his liking, why she should have
something before. I might bring my friend Tickle to see her if I would,
and he would see what he thought of him."
My uncle put a bold face upon the matter, but I perceived he was eager
to make the acquaintance of my friend Tickle, and would be soon brought
to reason. And, indeed, after having seen the intended son-in-law,
and listened some half a dozen times over to my arguments, he opened
his heart so far as to settle the sum of forty thousand dollars upon
Pattie, which--or rather the yearly interest of that sum, for the
crafty old sly-boots took care to constitute himself trustee for the
girl, and retain the principal in his own hands--he conditioned to pay
her after her marriage.
I was provoked at his stinginess; but as no better terms could be had,
I thought I might as well bring the matter to a conclusion, trusting
that something better would turn up after my marriage.
I say _my_ marriage, for I had no thoughts of bestowing forty thousand
dollars, or the interest thereof, upon my friend Tickle. I made him my
confidant in the matter, and easily prevailed upon him to assist me in
deceiving my uncle Wilkins, by appearing to Pattie in the light of a
wooer. As for Pattie herself, who, I was persuaded, had fallen in love
with me at first sight, I made her a declaration, which diverted and
delighted her beyond expression; and revealing to her also my project
to secure her an independence, she agreed to do her part in the play,
pretend a great fancy for Mr. Tickle, and run away with me, the moment
her father should make her the grant in question.
The grant _was_ made, as I mentioned before; but by that time I was in
a dilemma, having made an engagement to elope with another lady, who
was in some respects highly attractive, and had fallen devouringly in
love with me. Indeed, I may say, she made me the first offer, though it
was not leap-year; but her situation excused her, especially as it was
I she made love to. She was, the reader will be surprised to learn, the
daughter of old Skinner, or Goldfist, the usurer; and she was rather
handsome than otherwise. The engagement was brought about as will be
shown in the next chapter.