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Elliots retire to Bath, and there Anne in turity, against that over-anxious caution walking along the streets, meets the Admi- which seems to insult exertion, and distrust ral standing by himself at a print shop win- Providence ! She had been forced into dow, with his bands behind him, in earnest prudence in her youth, she learned rocontemplation of some print, and she mance as she grew older—the natural semight not only have passed him unseen, quel of an unnatural beginning.” They but was obliged to touch, as well as address meet after seven years absence—the course him, before she could catch his notice. of true love, in their case, did not run When he did perceive and acknowledge smooth. I must make one extract. “Have her, however, it was done with all his you finished your letter ?” said Captain usual frankness and good humor. “Ha! Harville, (to Čaptain Wentworth.) “Not is it you? Thank you, thank you. This quite, a few lines more. I shall have done is treating me like a friend. Here I am, in five minutes." “ There is no hurry on you see, staring at a picture. I can nev- my side. I am only ready whenever you er get by this shop without stopping. But are. I am at very good anchorage here, what a thing here is, by way of a boat. Do (smiling at Anne,) well supplied, and want look at it. Did you ever see the like? | for nothing. No hurry for a signal at all What queer fellows your fine painters must Well, Miss Elliot,

Well, Miss Elliot, ( lowering his voice,) as I be, to think that any body would venture was saying, we shall never agree I suppose their lives in such a shapeless old cockle- upon this point. No man and woman shell as that. And yet, here are two gen- would probably. But let me observe that tlemen stuck up in it mightily at their all histories are against you, all stories, ease, and looking about them at the rocks prose and verse. If I had such a memory and mountains, as if they were not to be as Benwick, I could bring you fifty quoupset the next moment, which they cer- tations in a moment on my side of the artainly must be. I wonder where that boat gument, and I do not think I ever opened was built! (laughing heartily.) I would a book in my life which had not something not venture over a horsepond in it. Well, to say upon woman's inconstancy. Songs (turning away,) now, where are you and proverbs, all talk of woman's ficklebound? Can I go any where for you, or

ness. But perhaps you will say, these are with you? Can I be of any use." all written by men."Perhaps I shall.

Anne Elliot's love for Captain Went- Yes, yes, if you please, no reference to exworth, and its history, form the most inter- amples in books. Men have had every esting part of “ Persuasion.She had advantage of us in telling their own story. loved him in girlhood, but prudential rea- Education has been theirs in so much higher sons, and the advice of relations prevented a degree ; the pen has been in their hands. their union. She was young, and he was I will not allow books to prove anything." poor, though full of life and ardor, and con- “But how shall we prove anything ?” fident of success in his profession. The "We never shall. We never can exengagement between them is broken. A pect to prove anything upon such a point. few months had seen the beginning and it is a difference of opinion which does not the end of their acquaintance; but not admit of proof. We each begin probawith a few months ended Anne's share of bly with a little bias towards our own sex, suffering from it. Her attachment and re- and upon that bias build every circumgrets had for a long time clouded every stance in favor of it which has occurred enjoyment of youth ; and an early loss of within our own circle ; many of which bloom and spirits had been their lasting ef- circumstances, (perhaps those very cases fect. All his sanguine expectations and which strike us the most,) may be preciseconfidence had been justified. Soon after ly such as cannot be brought forward withtheir separation he had obtained employ-out betraying a confidence, or in some rement, he had distinguished himself, and by spects saying what should not be said." successive captures had made a handsome “Ah!” cried Captain Harville, in a fortune. “How eloquent could Anne Elliot tone of strong feeling, “if I could but have been ! how eloquent, at least, were make you comprehend what a man suffers her wishes on the side of early, warm at- when he takes a last look at his wife and tachment, and a cheerful confidence in fu- children, and watches the boat that he has Yes,

sent them off in, as long as it is in sight, and terday, and I understood Frederick had a then turns away and says, “God knows card, too, though I did not see it; and whether we ever meet again.' And then, you are disengaged, Frederick, are you not, if I could convey to you the glow of his as well as ourselves ?" soul when he does see them again, when, Captain Wentworth was folding up a coming back after a twelve month's ab- letter in great haste, and either could not sence, perhaps, and obliged to put into an- or would not answer fully. other port, he calculates how soon it be

,” said he, “ very true; here we possible to get them there, pretending to separate, but Harville and I shall soon be deceive himself, and saying, They cannot after you; that is, Harville, if you are be here until such a day,' but all the while ready, I shall be in half a minute. I know hoping for them twelve hours sooner, and you will not be sorry to be off. I shall seeing them arrive at last, as if Heaven be at your service in half a minute. Mrs. had given them wings, by many hours Croft left them, and Captain Wentworth sooner still! If I could explain to you having sealed his letter with great rapidity, all this, and all that a man can bear and was indeed ready, and bad even a hurried, do, and glories to do for the sake of these agitated air, which showed impatience to treasures of his existence! I speak, you be gone. Anne knew not how to underknow, only of such men as have hearts,” stand it. She had the kindest “ good pressing his own with emotion.

morning, God bless you," from Captain “Oh,” cried Anne, eagerly, “I hope Harville ; but from him not a word nor I do justice to all that is felt by you, and a look. He had passed out of the room by those who resemble you. God forbid without a look. She had only time, howthat I should undervalue the warm and ever, to move closer to the table where he faithful feelings of any of my fellow crea- had been writing, when footsteps were tures. I should deserve utter contempt heard returning; the door opened; it was if I dared to suppose that true attachment himself. He begged their pardon, but he and constancy were known only by wo- had forgotten his gloves; and instantly man. No; I believe you capable of eve- crossing the room to the writing table and rything great and good in your married standing with his back towards Mrs. Muslives. I believe you equal to every impor- grove, he drew out a letter from under the tant exertion, and to every domestic for- scattered paper, placed it before Anne bearance so long as—if I may be allowed with eyes of glowing entreaty fixed on her the expression-so long as you have an for a moment, and hastily collecting his object. I mean, while the woman you gloves, was again out of the room, almost love lives, and lives for you. All the priv- before Mrs. Musgrove was aware of his ilege I claim for my own sex (it is not an being in it—the work of an instant! The enviable one, you need not covet it) is that revolution which one instant had made in of loving longest, when existence or when Anne, was almost beyond expression. The hope is gone." She could not immediate- letter, with a direction hardly legible, to ly have uttered another sentence, her heart Miss A. E- was evidently the one was too full, her breath too much op- which he had been folding so hastily. pressed.

While supposed to be writing only to Cap“You are a good soul,” cried Captain tain Benwick, he had been also addressing Harville, putting his hand on her arm, her! On the contents of that letter dequite affectionately. “There is no quar- pended all which this world could do for relling with you. And when I think of her! Anything was possible, anything Benwick, my tongue is tied." Their at- might be defied rather than suspense. Mrs. tention was called towards the others. Musgrove had little arrangements of her Mrs. Croft was taking leave. “Here, own, at her own table: to their protection Frederick, you and I part company, I be- she must trust, and sinking into the chair lieve,” said she. “I am going home, and which he had occupied, succeeding to the have an engagement with your

friend. very spot where he had leaned and written, To-night we may have the pleasure of all her eyes devoured the following words: meeting again, at your party,” (turning to Anne.) *We had your sister's card yes- “I can listen no longer in silence. I


is the me

must speak to you by such means as are age, admire his beauty, and ask him queswithin

my reach. You pierce my soul. I tions, which his mother answered for him, am half agony, half hope. Tell me not while he hung about her, and held down that I am too late, that such precious feel- his head. On every formal visit a child ings are gone

for ever.

I offer myself to ought to be of the party, by way of proyou again, with a heart even more your vision for discourse. Lady Middleton's own, than when you almost broke it eight children must have been like those of the years and a half ago. Dare not say that man family where Lamb was visiting, and who forgets sooner than woman ; that his love was excessively annoyed by them,—at the has an earlier death. I have loved none dinner table he gave for a toast, but you. Unjust I may have been, weak mory of the good King Herod.and resentful I have been, but never in- The maternal complacency of Lady M. constant. You alone have brought me to is boundless. “John is in such spirits toBath. For you alone I think and plan. day,” said she on his taking Miss Steele's Have you not seen this ? Can you fail to pocket handkerchief, and throwing it out of have understood my wishes ? I had not the window. “He is full of monkey tricks.” waited even these ten days could I have | And soon afterwards, on the second boy's read your feelings, as I think you must violently pinching one of the same lady's have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. fingers, she fondly observed, “how playI am every instant hearing something which ful William is ! And here is my sweet overpowers me. You sink your voice, but little Anna-maria, and she is always so genI can distinguish the tones of that voice, tle and quiet. Never was there such a when they would be lost on others. Too quiet little thing. But unfortunately, in good, too excellent creature! You do us bestowing these embraces, a pin in her justice, indeed. You do believe that there ladyship's head dress slightly scratching is true attachment and constancy among the child's neck, produced from this pattern men.

Believe it to be most fervent, most of gentleness such violent screams as could undeviating in

F. W." hardly be outdone by any creature profes

sedly noisy. The mother's consternation It is needless to say that the parties soon was excessive; but it could not surpass the understood one another after this letter. alarm of the Miss Steeles; and everything

Sense and Sensibility is full of interest, was done by all three, in so critical an emerwith a good plot, and great diversity of gency, which affection could suggest as character. The contrast between Elinor likely to assuage the agonies of the little and Marianne Dashwood is very effective. sufferer. She was seated in her mother's Elinor, with an excellent heart, an affec- lap, covered with kisses, her wound bathed tionate disposition, and strong feelings, with lavender water by one of the Miss knew how to govern them. Marianne, Steeles, who was on her knees to attend sensible, but eager in everything. There her, and her mouth stuffed with sugar was no moderation in either her sorrows or plums by the other. With such a reward her joys. She was amiable, interesting, for her tears, the child was too wise to everything but prudent. Sir John and Lady cease crying. She still screamed and sobMiddleton are an interesting couple. He bed lustily, kicked her two brothers for ofhunted and shot, and Lady Middleton was fering to touch her; and all their united a mother: these were their only amusements. soothings were ineffectual, till Lady MidLady Middleton had the advantage of being dleton luckily remembering that in a scene able to spoil her children all the year round, of similar distress last week, some apricot while Sir John's employments were in ex- marmalade had been successfully applied istence only half the time. On the first for a bruised temple, the same remedy call of the Miss Dashwoods, Lady M. had was eagerly proposed for this unfortunate taken the wise precaution of bringing with scratch, and a slight intermission of screams her their eldest child, a boy of about six in the young lady on hearing it, gave them years old, by which means, as Miss Austen reason to hope that it would not be rejectsays, there was one subject always to be ed. She was carried out of the room, recurred to by the ladies in case of extre- therefore, in her mother's arms, in quest of mity, for they had to inquire his name and this medicine ; and as the two boys chose

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to follow, though earnestly entreated by the tones of their voices. They seem to their mother to stay behind, the four young be in the very room with you. ladies were left in a quietness which the How much Miss Austen has added to room had not known for


hours.” our round of harmless amusements. How In drawing the characters of Mrs. Jen- much instruction is stamped on her pages. nings, and Mr. and Mrs. Palmer, Wil- How clearly are displayed the viciousness loughby, Colonel Brandon, Edward Fer- of ill temper, procrastination, coquetry, rars, the two Miss Steeles, Miss Austen has affection, jealousy, meanness, and the many shown a surprising knowledge of human minor faults that embitter life. Every nature. Mrs. John Davy, in her family good novel is full of instruction. No one Journal, under the date of December, ever employed their genius to a better pur1831, at Malta, says, in returning from pose than our fair authoress. Mr. Frere's, Sir Walter Scott spoke with praise of Miss Ferrier as a novelist, and

Thou thy worldly task has done, then with still higher praise of Miss Austen;

Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. of the latter he said, " I find myself every And as Waller writes, now and then with one of her books in my hand. There's a finishing off in some

All that we know they do above of her scenes that is really quite above

Is, that they sing, and that they love. every body else.” Emma, and Northanger Abbey, of the And surely no one was better fitted for such

a sphere than Jane Austen. I commenced writings of Miss Austen only remain, on

the reading of these volumes last summer, which we shall say but a word or two.

when the trees were covered with blossoms, From Emma we should like to make one quotation, but we refrain from so doing; the last few days the rain has fallen inces

and the air was mild and balmy. During we allude to the important talk on the comparative merits of Dr. Perry and Dr. santly, the winds are roaring and sobbing Wingfield, and one of the strangely jum- the doors and windows. The walks are

above the chimney, and rattling against bled together conversations of Miss Bates, strewn with

yellow leaves, torn and swept but not having the heart of Dogberry, who strewn with yellow leaves, torn and swept if he had possessed the tediousness of a

from the trees, and the air is also thick

with them. Within, the fire-place has king, was willing to inflict it on every one, been bright with the flames of a crackling we hasten on to Mr. John Thorp, in wood fire, and two happy hearts, worthy to Northanger Abbey, who refused to take

be happy, have filled the room with sunhis sister out riding because she had thick ankles, and who had a horse that could not shine. 1 unconsciously nestle near the

drives less than ten miles an hour ; even with cheering, fame—as the storm his legs tied he would get on : 'and Catha- against the house in angry gusts. Such is

the season in which to read an entertaining rine Morland, who, after reading Ann Rad

novel or romance. cliff's romances, and visiting Northanger Abbey, fancies every old chest and cabinet When heavy, dark, continued a' day rains contains some interesting memorial of the Wi' deepening deluges o'erflow the plains. past; and the first night she passes in the

BURNS. abbey brings fear and

trepidation with it. What a cheap and delightful pleasure The storm has passed over. The glitterreading is. These novels of Jane Austen ing sunshine almost turns the dead leaves I have read thrice, each time with renewed into things of beauty. My favorite naspleasure. They are always charming. I turtiums, beautiful and hardy, again twintake them up in happy moments, and they kle forth joyously. I have ascended the cheer me in unhappy ones,-for sorrow neighboring hills—the view is lovely—the comes to all. Even in solitude they intro- air clear, sparkling and bracing. Some duce you to the most agreeable company, cattle “with meek mouths ruminant,” are for all Jane Austen's characters are either quietly standing in the sunshine, others old friends, or persons that you are confi- eagerly crop the short rich grass. In a dent are living somewhere on the earth, - neighboring field a boy is driving oxen beyou listen to their conversation--you know fore a plough-his voice, and the cawing


of some crows are the only sounds that " Autumn, the princely season, purple rob’d, now break the utter stillness. Hark, they And liberal handed brings no gloom to us, are blasting rocks on the line of the rail But rich in its own self, gives us rich hope road. The reverberations echo like the we burn old wood, and read old books that

Of winter times; and when the winter comes, booming of heavy artillery. Sloops are wall passing up and down the Hudson, and dis- Our biggest room, and take our heartiest walks tant objects in the transparent atmosphere On the good, hard, glad ground; or when it seem close at hand.

rains "The golden orb of the sun is sunk be- And the rich dells are mire, make much and hind the hills, the colors fade

long from

away the western sky, and the shades of evening And talk of, perhaps entertain some friend.

Of a small bin we have of good old wine; fall fast around me. Deeper and deeper they stretch over the plain ; I look at the Let Winter come! let polar spirits sweep grass, it is no longer green; the flowers The darkening world, and tempest-troubled are no more tinted with various hues; the deep! houses, the trees, the cattle, are all lost in Though boundless snows the wither'd heath the distance. The dark curtain of night and the dim sun scarce wanders through the is let down over the works of God; they

storm, are blotted out from view, as if they were Yet shall the smile of social love repay no longer there."

With mental light, the melancholy day. After my return from my walk, in turn- And, when its short and sullen noon is o'er, ing over the leaves of some favorite poets, The ice-chain’d waters slumbering on the I met with the following passages

shore, actly harmonize with the present tone of How bright the faggots in his little hall

Blaze on the hearth, and warm the pictur'd my feelings. Reader, I know you will en

wall." joy their genial and philosophical spirit.

that ex

G. F. D.

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