Mr. Midshipman Easy by Frederick Marryat (top 10 inspirational books txt) ๐
"You are correct, Doctor," replied Mr Easy, "and her head proves that she is a modest young woman, with strong religious feeling, kindness of disposition, and every other requisite."
"The head may prove it all for what I know, Mr Easy, but her conduct tells another tale."
"She is well fitted for the situation, ma'am," continued the Doctor.
"And if you please, ma'am," rejoined Sarah, "it was such a little one."
"Shall I try the baby, ma'am?" said the monthly nurse, who had listened in silence. "It is fretting so, poor thing, and has its dear little fist right down its throat."
Dr Middleton gave the signa
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When our hero and her mother sat down in the pavilion she joined then, when Jack addressed her with his usual politeness.
โI am almost ashamed to be sitting by you, Donna Agnes, in this ragged dress-but the rocks of your coast have no respect for persons.โ
โWe are under great obligations, signor, and do not regard such trifles.โ
โYou are all kindness, signora,โ replied Jack; โI little thought this morning of my good fortune,-I can tell the fortunes of others, but not my own.โ
โYou can tell fortunes!โ replied the old lady. โYes, madame, I am famous for it-shall I tell your daughter hers?โ Donna Agnes looked at our hero, and smiled.
โI perceive that the young lady does not believe me; I must prove my art, by telling her of what has already happened to her. The signora will then give me credit.โ
โCertainly, if you do that,โ replied Agnes.
โOblige me, by showing me the palm of your hand.โ Agnes extended her little hand, and Jack felt so very polite, that he was nearly kissing it. However, he restrained himself, and examining the lines-
โThat you were educated in Spain-that you arrived here but two months ago-that you were captured and released by the English, your mother has already told me; but to prove to you that I knew all that, I must now be more particular. You were in a ship mounting fourteen guns-was it not so?โ
Donna Agnes nodded her head.
โI never told the signor that,โ cried Donna Clara.
โShe was taken by surprise in the night, and there was no fighting. The next morning the English burst open the cabin-door; your uncle and your cousin fired their pistols.โ
โHoly Virgin!โ cried Agnes, with surprise.
โThe English officer was a young man, not very good-looking.โ
โThere you are wrong, signor-he was very handsome.โ โThere is no accounting for taste, signora. You were frightened out of your wits, and with your cousin you crouched down in the corner of the cabin. Let me examine that little line closer. You had-yes, itโs no mistake-you had very little clothes on.โ
Agnes tore away her hand and covered her face.
โE vero, e vero; Holy Jesus! how could you know that?โ
Of a sudden Agnes looked at our hero, and after a minute appeared to recognise him.
โOh, mother, โtis he-I recollect now, โtis he!โ
โWho, my child?โ replied Donna Clara, who had been struck dumb with Jackโs astonishing power of fortune-telling.
โThe officer who captured us and was so kind.โ
Jack burst out into a laughter not to be controlled for some minutes, and then acknowledged that she had discovered him.
โAt all events, Donna Agnes,โ said he at last, โacknowledge that, ragged as I am, I have seen you in a much greater dishabille.โ
Agnes sprang up, and took to her heels, that she might hide her confusion, and at the same time go to her father and tell him who he had as his guest.
Although Don Rebiera had not yet finished his narrative, this announcement of Agnes, who ran in breathless to communicate it, immediately brought all the parties together, and Jack received their thanks.
โI little thought,โ said the Don, โthat I should have been so doubly indebted to you, sir. Command my services as you please, both of you. My sons are at Palermo, and I trust you will allow them the pleasure of your friendship when you are tired of remaining with us.โ
Jack made his politest bow, and then with a shrug of his shoulders looked down upon his habiliments, which, to please Gascoigne, he had torn into ribands, as much as to say, โWe are not provided for a lengthened stay.โ
โMy brothersโ clothes will fit them, I think,โ said Agnes to her father; โthey have left plenty in their wardrobes.โ
โIf the signors will condescend to wear them till they can replace their own.โ
Midshipmen are very condescending. They followed Don Rebiera, and condescended to put on clean shirts belonging to Don Philip and Don Martin. Also to put on their trousers, to select their best waistcoats and coats; in short, they condescended to have a regular fit-out-and it so happened that the fit-out was not far from a regular fit.
Having condescended, they then descended, and the intimacy between all parties became so great that it appeared as if they not only wore the young menโs clothes but also stood in their shoes. Having thus made themselves presentable, Jack presented his hand to both ladies and led them into the garden, that Don Rebiera might finish his long story to Gascoigne without further interruption, and resuming their seats in the pavilion, he entertained the ladies with a history of his cruise in the ship after her capture. Agnes soon recovered from her reserve, and Jack had the forbearance not to allude again to the scene in the cabin, which was the only thing she dreaded. After dinner, when the family, according to custom, had retired for the siesta, Gascoigne and Jack, who had slept enough in the cart to last for a week, went out together in the garden.
โWell, Ned,โ said Jack, โdo you wish yourself on board the Harpy again?โ โNo,โ replied Gascoigne, โwe have fallen on our feet at last, but still not without first being knocked about like peas in a rattle. What a lovely little creature that Agnes is! How strange that you should fall in with her again! How odd that we should come here!โ
โMy good fellow, we did not come here. Destiny brought us in a cart. She may take us to Tyburn in the same way.โ
โYes, if you sport your philosophy as you did when we awoke this morning.โ
โNevertheless, Iโll be hanged if Iโm not right. Suppose we argue the point?โ
โRight or wrong, you will be hanged, Jack; so instead of arguing the point, suppose I tell you what the Don made such a long story about.โ
โWith all my heart-let us go to the pavilion.โ
Our hero and his friend took their seats, and Gascoigne then communicated the history of Don Rebiera, to which we shall dedicate the ensuing chapter.
A long story, which the reader must listen to, as well as our hero.
I HAVE already made you acquainted with my name, and I have only to add that it is one of the most noble in Sicily, and that there are few families who possess such large estates. My father was a man who had no pleasure in the pursuits of most of the young men of his age; he was of a weakly constitution, and was with difficulty reared to manhood. When his studies were completed he retired to his country seat belonging to our family, which is about twenty miles from Palermo, and shutting himself up, devoted himself wholly to literary pursuits.
โAs he was an only son, his parents were naturally very anxious that he should marry; the more so as his health did not promise him a very extended existence. Had he consulted his own inclinations he would have declined, but he felt that it was his duty to comply with their wishes; but he did not trouble himself with the choice, leaving it wholly to them. They selected a young lady of high family and certainly of most exquisite beauty. I only wish I could say more in her favour-for she was my mother-but it is impossible to narrate the history without exposing her conduct. The marriage took place, and my father-having woke up, as it were, at the celebration-again returned to his closet, to occupy himself in abstruse studies-the results of which have been published, and have fully established his reputation as a man of superior talent and deep research. But, however much the public may appreciate the works of a man of genius, whether they be written to instruct or to amuse, certain it is that a literary man requires in his wife either a mind congenial to his own, or that pride in her husbandโs talents which induces her to sacrifice much of her own domestic enjoyment to the satisfaction of having his name extolled abroad. I mention this point as some extenuation of my motherโs conduct. She was neglected most certainly, but not neglected for frivolous amusements, or because another form had captivated his fancy; but in his desire to instruct others, and I may add his ambition for renown, he applied himself to his literary pursuits, became abstracted, answered without hearing, and left his wife to amuse herself in any way she might please. A literary husband is, without exception-although always at home-the least domestic husband in the world, and must try the best of tempers-not by unkindness, for my father was kind and indulgent to excess, but by that state of perfect abstraction and indifference which he, showed to everything except the favourite pursuit which absorbed him. My mother had but to speak, and every wish was granted-a refusal was unknown. You may say, what could she want more? I reply, that anything to a woman is preferable to indifference. The immediate consent to every wish took away, in her opinion, all merit in the grant-the value of everything is only relative, and in proportion to the difficulty of obtaining it. The immediate assent to every opinion was tantamount to insult-it implied that he did not choose to argue with her.
โIt is true that women like to have their own way-but they like at the same time to have difficulties to surmount and to conquer; otherwise half the gratification is lost. Although tempests are to be deplored, still a certain degree of oscillation an motion are requisite to keep fresh and clear the lake of matrimony, the waters of which otherwise soon stagnate and become foul, and without some contrary currents of opinion between a married couple such a stagnation must take place.
โA woman permitted always and invariably to have her own way without control is much in the same situation as the child who insists upon a whole instead of half a holiday, and before the evening closes is tired of himself and everything about him. In short, a little contradiction, like salt at dinner, seasons and appetises the repast; but too much, Eke the condiment in question, spoils the whole, and it becomes unpalatable in proportion to its excess.
โMy mother was a vain woman in every sense of the word-vain of her birth and of her beauty, and accustomed to receive that homage to which she considered herself entitled. She had been spoiled in her infancy, and as she grew up had leant nothing, because she was permitted to do as she pleased; she was therefore frivolous, and could not appreciate what she could not comprehend. There never was a more ill-assorted union.โ
โI have always thought that such must be the case,โ replied Gascoigne, โin Catholic countries, where a young person is taken out of a convent and mated according to what her family or her wealth may consider as the most eligible connection.โ
โOn that subject there are many opinions, my friend,โ replied Don Rebiera. โIt is true, that when a marriage of convenience is arranged by the parents, the dispositions of the parties are made a secondary point; but then, again, it must be remembered, that when a choice is left to the parties themselves, it is at an age at which there is little worldly consideration: and, led away, in the first place, by their passions, they form connections with those inferior in their station which are attended with eventual unhappiness; or, in the other, allowing that they do choose in their own rank of life, they make quite as bad or often a worse choice than if their partners were selected for them.โ
โI cannot understand that,โ replied Gascoigne.
โThe reason is,
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