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LETTER the 9th From the same to the same
Towards the close of the day we received the following Letter from Philippa.
"Sir Edward is greatly incensed by your abrupt departure; he has taken back Augusta to Bedfordshire. Much as I wish to enjoy again your charming society, I cannot determine to snatch you from that, of such dear and deserving Freinds--When your Visit to them is terminated, I trust you will return to the arms of your" "Philippa."
We returned a suitable answer to this affectionate Note and after thanking her for her kind invitation assured her that we would certainly avail ourselves of it, whenever we might have no other place to go to. Tho' certainly nothing could to any reasonable Being, have appeared more satisfactory, than so gratefull a reply to her invitation, yet I know not how it was, but she was certainly capricious enough to be displeased with our behaviour and in a
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he was succeeded by his son Charles.
CHARLES the 1st
This amiable Monarch seems born to have suffered misfortunes
equal to those of his lovely Grandmother; misfortunes which he
could not deserve since he was her descendant. Never certainly
were there before so many detestable Characters at one time in
England as in this Period of its History; never were amiable men
so scarce. The number of them throughout the whole Kingdom
amounting only to FIVE, besides the inhabitants of Oxford who
were always loyal to their King and faithful to his interests.
The names of this noble five who never forgot the duty of the
subject, or swerved from their attachment to his Majesty, were as
follows—The King himself, ever stedfast in his own support
—Archbishop Laud, Earl of Strafford, Viscount Faulkland and Duke
of Ormond, who were scarcely less strenuous or zealous in the
cause. While the VILLIANS of the time would make too long a list
to be written or read; I shall therefore content myself with
mentioning the leaders of the Gang. Cromwell, Fairfax, Hampden,
and Pym may be considered as the original Causers of all the
disturbances, Distresses, and Civil Wars in which England for
many years was embroiled. In this reign as well as in that of
Elizabeth, I am obliged in spite of my attachment to the Scotch,
to consider them as equally guilty with the generality of the
English, since they dared to think differently from their
Sovereign, to forget the Adoration which as STUARTS it was their
Duty to pay them, to rebel against, dethrone and imprison the
unfortunate Mary; to oppose, to deceive, and to sell the no less
unfortunate Charles. The Events of this Monarch’s reign are too
numerous for my pen, and indeed the recital of any Events (except
what I make myself) is uninteresting to me; my principal reason
for undertaking the History of England being to Prove the
innocence of the Queen of Scotland, which I flatter myself with
having effectually done, and to abuse Elizabeth, tho’ I am rather
fearful of having fallen short in the latter part of my scheme.
—As therefore it is not my intention to give any particular
account of the distresses into which this King was involved
through the misconduct and Cruelty of his Parliament, I shall
satisfy myself with vindicating him from the Reproach of
Arbitrary and tyrannical Government with which he has often been
charged. This, I feel, is not difficult to be done, for with one
argument I am certain of satisfying every sensible and well
disposed person whose opinions have been properly guided by a
good Education—and this Argument is that he was a STUART.
Finis
Saturday Nov: 26th 1791.
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A COLLECTION OF LETTERSTo Miss COOPER
COUSINConscious of the Charming Character which in every Country, and
every Clime in Christendom is Cried, Concerning you, with Caution
and Care I Commend to your Charitable Criticism this Clever
Collection of Curious Comments, which have been Carefully Culled,
Collected and Classed by your Comical Cousin
The Author.
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A COLLECTION OF LETTERSLETTER the FIRST
From a MOTHER to her FREIND.
My Children begin now to claim all my attention in different
Manner from that in which they have been used to receive it, as
they are now arrived at that age when it is necessary for them in
some measure to become conversant with the World, My Augusta is
17 and her sister scarcely a twelvemonth younger. I flatter
myself that their education has been such as will not disgrace
their appearance in the World, and that THEY will not disgrace
their Education I have every reason to beleive. Indeed they are
sweet Girls—. Sensible yet unaffected—Accomplished yet Easy—.
Lively yet Gentle—. As their progress in every thing they have
learnt has been always the same, I am willing to forget the
difference of age, and to introduce them together into Public.
This very Evening is fixed on as their first ENTREE into Life, as
we are to drink tea with Mrs Cope and her Daughter. I am glad
that we are to meet no one, for my Girls sake, as it would be
awkward for them to enter too wide a Circle on the very first
day. But we shall proceed by degrees.—Tomorrow Mr Stanly’s
family will drink tea with us, and perhaps the Miss Phillips’s
will meet them. On Tuesday we shall pay Morning Visits—On
Wednesday we are to dine at Westbrook. On Thursday we have
Company at home. On Friday we are to be at a Private Concert at
Sir John Wynna’s—and on Saturday we expect Miss Dawson to call
in the Morning—which will complete my Daughters Introduction
into Life. How they will bear so much dissipation I cannot
imagine; of their spirits I have no fear, I only dread their
health.
This mighty affair is now happily over, and my Girls are OUT. As
the moment approached for our departure, you can have no idea how
the sweet Creatures trembled with fear and expectation. Before
the Carriage drove to the door, I called them into my dressing-room, and as soon as they were seated thus addressed them. “My
dear Girls the moment is now arrived when I am to reap the
rewards of all my Anxieties and Labours towards you during your
Education. You are this Evening to enter a World in which you
will meet with many wonderfull Things; Yet let me warn you
against suffering yourselves to be meanly swayed by the Follies
and Vices of others, for beleive me my beloved Children that if
you do—I shall be very sorry for it.” They both assured me
that they would ever remember my advice with Gratitude, and
follow it with attention; That they were prepared to find a World
full of things to amaze and to shock them: but that they trusted
their behaviour would never give me reason to repent the Watchful
Care with which I had presided over their infancy and formed
their Minds—” “With such expectations and such intentions
(cried I) I can have nothing to fear from you—and can chearfully
conduct you to Mrs Cope’s without a fear of your being seduced by
her Example, or contaminated by her Follies. Come, then my
Children (added I) the Carriage is driving to the door, and I
will not a moment delay the happiness you are so impatient to
enjoy.” When we arrived at Warleigh, poor Augusta could scarcely
breathe, while Margaret was all Life and Rapture. “The long-expected Moment is now arrived (said she) and we shall soon be in
the World.”—In a few Moments we were in Mrs Cope’s parlour,
where with her daughter she sate ready to receive us. I observed
with delight the impression my Children made on them—. They
were indeed two sweet, elegant-looking Girls, and tho’ somewhat
abashed from the peculiarity of their situation, yet there was an
ease in their Manners and address which could not fail of
pleasing—. Imagine my dear Madam how delighted I must have been
in beholding as I did, how attentively they observed every object
they saw, how disgusted with some Things, how enchanted with
others, how astonished at all! On the whole however they
returned in raptures with the World, its Inhabitants, and
Manners.
Yrs Ever—A. F.
LETTER the SECOND
From a YOUNG LADY crossed in Love to her freind
Why should this last disappointment hang so heavily on my
spirits? Why should I feel it more, why should it wound me
deeper than those I have experienced before? Can it be that I
have a greater affection for Willoughby than I had for his
amiable predecessors? Or is it that our feelings become more
acute from being often wounded? I must suppose my dear Belle
that this is the Case, since I am not conscious of being more
sincerely attached to Willoughby than I was to Neville, Fitzowen,
or either of the Crawfords, for all of whom I once felt the most
lasting affection that ever warmed a Woman’s heart. Tell me then
dear Belle why I still sigh when I think of the faithless Edward,
or why I weep when I behold his Bride, for too surely this is the
case—. My Freinds are all alarmed for me; They fear my
declining health; they lament my want of spirits; they dread the
effects of both. In hopes of releiving my melancholy, by
directing my thoughts to other objects, they have invited several
of their freinds to spend the Christmas with us. Lady Bridget
Darkwood and her sister-in-law, Miss Jane are expected on Friday;
and Colonel Seaton’s family will be with us next week. This is
all most kindly meant by my Uncle and Cousins; but what can the
presence of a dozen indefferent people do to me, but weary and
distress me—. I will not finish my Letter till some of our
Visitors are arrived.
Friday Evening
Lady Bridget came this morning, and with her, her sweet sister
Miss Jane—. Although I have been acquainted with this charming
Woman above fifteen Years, yet I never before observed how lovely
she is. She is now about 35, and in spite of sickness, sorrow
and Time is more blooming than I ever saw a Girl of 17. I was
delighted with her, the moment she entered the house, and she
appeared equally pleased with me, attaching herself to me during
the remainder of the day. There is something so sweet, so mild in
her Countenance, that she seems more than Mortal. Her
Conversation is as bewitching as her appearance; I could not help
telling her how much she engaged my admiration—. “Oh! Miss
Jane (said I)—and stopped from an inability at the moment of
expressing myself as I could wish— Oh! Miss Jane—(I repeated)
—I could not think of words to suit my feelings— She seemed
waiting for my speech—. I was confused— distressed—my
thoughts were bewildered—and I could only add—“How do you do?”
She saw and felt for my Embarrassment and with admirable presence
of mind releived me from it by saying—“My dear Sophia be not
uneasy at having exposed yourself—I will turn the Conversation
without appearing to notice it. “Oh! how I loved her for her
kindness!” Do you ride as much as you used to do?” said she—.
“I am advised to ride by my Physician. We have delightful Rides
round us, I have a Charming horse, am uncommonly fond of the
Amusement, replied I quite recovered from my Confusion, and in
short I ride a great deal.” “You are in the right my Love,” said
she. Then repeating the following line which was an extempore
and equally adapted to recommend both Riding and Candour—
“Ride where you may, Be Candid where you can,” she added,” I rode
once, but it is many years ago—She spoke this in so low and
tremulous a Voice, that I was silent—. Struck with her Manner of
speaking I could make no reply. “I have not ridden, continued she
fixing her Eyes on my face, since I was married.” I was never so
surprised—“Married, Ma’am!” I repeated. “You may well wear that
look of astonishment, said she, since what I have said must
appear improbable to you—Yet nothing is more true than that I
once was married.”
“Then why are you called Miss Jane?”
“I married, my Sophia without the consent or knowledge of my
father the late Admiral Annesley. It was therefore necessary to
keep the secret from him and from every one, till some fortunate
opportunity might offer of revealing it—. Such an opportunity
alas! was but too soon given in the death of my dear Capt.
Dashwood—Pardon these tears, continued Miss Jane wiping her
Eyes, I owe them to my Husband’s memory. He fell my Sophia,
while fighting for his Country
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