is beauty bought. Do not, dear Charles, with indignation glow, All value that the want of which they know; Nor do I blame her; none that worth denies: But can my son be sure of what he buys? Beauty she has, but with it can you find The inquiring spirit, or the studious mind? This wilt thou need who art to thinking prone, And minds unpair'd had better think alone; Then how unhappy will the husband be, Whose sole associate spoils his company ? This he would try; but all such trials prove Too mighty for a man disposed to love; He whom the magic of a face enchains But little knowledge of the mind obtains; If by his tender heart the man is led, He finds how erring is the soundest head. 'The lady saw his purpose; she could meet The man's inquiry, and his aim defeat; All this the man believed not,-doom'd to grieve For this belief, he this would not believe: No! he was quite in raptures to discern That love, and that avidity to learn. "Could she have found," she said, 46 a friend, a guide, Like him, to study had been all her pride; But, doom'd so long to frivolous employ, How could she those superior views enjoy ? The day might come-a happy day for her, When she might choose the ways she should prefer." 'Then too he learn'd, in accidental way, How much she grieved to lose the given day In dissipation wild, in visitation gay. Happy, most happy, must the woman prove Who proudly looks on him she vows to love; Who can her humble acquisitions state, That he will praise, at least will tolerate. 'Still the cool mother sundry doubts ex The second moon a light less vivid shed, Their former appetites return'd, and now Full well we know that many a favourite air, Stalk'd careless, listless, up and down the room. 'And now 'tis time to fill that ductile mind With knowledge, from his stores of various kind : His mother, in a peevish mood, had ask'd, "Does your Augusta profit? is she task'd?" "Madam!" he cried, offended with her looks, "There's time for all things, and not all for books: Just on one's marriage to sit down, and prate On points of learning, is a thing I hate.-" "Tis right, my son, and it appears to me, If deep your hatred, you must well agree." 'Finch was too angry for a man so wise, And said, "Insinuation I despise ! Nor do I wish to have a mind so full Of learned trash-it makes a woman dull: Let it suffice, that I in her discern An aptitude, and a desire to learn.-" 'The matron smiled, but she observed a frown On her son's brow, and calmly sat her down; Leaving the truth to Time, who solves our doubt, By bringing his all-glorious daughter outTruth! for whose beauty all their love profess, And yet how many think it ugliness! "Augusta, love," said Finch, "while you engage In that embroidery, let me read a page; 666 "Our teacher always talk'd about his style, said I wish'd to learn, And so I think I did; and you replied, The wish was good: what would you now beside ? Did not you say it show'd an ardent mind; And pray what more do you expect to find?" "My dear Augusta, could you wish indeed For any knowledge, and not then proceed? That is not wishing 6.66 Mercy! how you tease! You knew I said it with a view to please; A compliment to you, and quite enough,— You would not kill me with that puzzling stuff! Sure I might say I wish'd; but that is still Far from a promise: it is not,' I will.' ""But come, to show you that I will not hide My proper talents, you shall be my guide; And lady Boothby, when we meet, shall cry, She's quite as good a botanist as I." 6.66 Right, my Augusta ;" and, in manner grave, Finch his first lecture on the science gave; An introduction,—and he said, “My dear, Your thought was happy,-let us persevere; And let no trifling cause our work retard,-" Agreed the lady, but she fear'd it hard. Now o'er the grounds they rambled many He show'd the flowers, the stamina, the style, Panduriform, pinnatifid, premorse, That is a joke-here, look, and I will show All I remember."-Doleful was the look Of the preceptor, when he shut his book, (The system brought to aid them in their view,) And now with sighs return'd-" It will not do." 'A handsome face first led him to suppose, There must be talent with such looks as those; The want of talent taught him now to find The face less handsome with so poor a mind; And half the beauty faded, when he found His cherish'd hopes were falling to the ground. 'Finch lost his spirit; but e'en then he sought For fancied powers: she might in time be taught. Sure there was nothing in that mind to fear; The favourite study did not yet appear. 'Once he express'd a doubt if she could look For five succeeding minutes on a book; When, with awaken'd spirit, she replied, "He was mistaken, and she would be tried." 'With this delighted, he new hopes ex press'd, "How do I know ?-She may abide the test? Men I have known, and famous in their day, Who were by chance directed in their way: I have been hasty.-Well, Augusta, well, What is your favourite reading? prithee 'tell; Our different tastes may different books require, Yours I may not peruse, and yet admire : Do then explain ""Good Heaven!" said she, in haste, "How do I hate these lectures upon taste!" "I lecture not, my love; but do declare, Perhaps your greater learning may despise You read you say what your attainments What others like, and there your wisdom lies, are.' It was a story, where was done a deed Well! do not frown,-I read the tender tales With all the hidden schemes that none can Till the last book, and then the ghosts appear. "I read all plays that on the boards suc ceed, And all the works, that ladies ever read,- 6.66 The next was 'The Confessions of a Ay! you may stare; but, sir, believe it true Nun,-' "Twas quite a shame such evil should be done; And I grew pale, and shudder'd as I read : At Bath and Brighton,-they were pretty Noghosts nor spectres there were heard or seen, That we can read and learn, as well as you. "I would not boast,-but I could act a scene In any play, before I was fifteen. "Nor is this all; for many are the times 6.66 BOOK X. THE OLD BACHELOR A Friend arrives at the Hall-Old Bachelors | They to my joys administer, nor vex Me more; and now I venerate the sex; SAVE their kind friend the rector, Richard Yet these are they in tale and song display'd, yet The peevish man, and the repining maid; From whom th' affrighten'd niece and nephew Had not a favourite of his brother met; Fear'd while they live, and useless till they die. 'Not such these friends of mine; they never meant They had warm passions, tender hopes, desires That youth indulges, and that love inspires; But fortune frown'd on their designs, displaced The views of hope, and love's gay dreams disgraced; Took from the soul her sunny views, and spread A cloud of dark but varying gloom instead: And shall we these with ridicule pursue, Because they did not what they could not do? If they their lot preferr'd, still why the jest On those who took the way they judged the best? But if they sought a change, and sought in vain, 'Tis worse than brutal to deride their painBut you will see them; see the man I praise, The kind protector in my troubled days, Himself in trouble; you shall see him now, And learn his worth! and my applause allow.' This friend appear'd, with talents form'd to please, And with some looks of sprightliness and ease; To him indeed the ills of life were known, But misery had not made him all her own. They spoke on various themes, and George design'd To show his brother this, the favourite mind; To lead the friend, by subjects he could choose, To paint himself, his life, and earlier views, What he was bless'd to hope, what he was doom'd to lose. They spoke of marriage, and he understood Their call on him, and said, 'It is not good To be alone, although alone to be Is freedom; so are men in deserts free; Whatever ills a married pair betide, But is not man, the solitary, sick 'Do you not find, that joy within the breast Of the unwedded man is soon suppress'd; While, to the bosom of a wife convey'd, Increase is by participation made?— The lighted lamp that gives another light, Say, is it by th' imparted blaze less bright? Are not both gainers when the heart's distress Is so divided, that the pain is less? And when the tear has stood in either eye, Love's sun shines out, and they are quickly dry.' He ended here,-but would he not confess, How came these feelings on his mind to press ? He would! nor fear'd his weakness to display To men like them; their weakness too had they. Bright shone the fire, wine sparkled, sordid care Was banish'd far, at least appear'd not there; 'Near to my father's mansion,-but apart, I must acknowledge, from my father's heartDwelt a keen sportsman, in a pleasant seat; Nor met the neighbours as should neighbours meet: To them revenge appear'd a kind of right, And urged the anger of each rival-squire ; Not that his neighbour had indeed a place, He dared the most destructive things advance, That he might see a revolution there. Sooner should I in Paris look to see To bear the pressure or to clear the gloom ? | An English army sent their guard to be.". |