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weaning love. I am not what I was, when we were inseparable lovers, as I may say—our views must now be different.—Resolve, my dear, to make a worthy man happy, because a worthy man must make you so.—And so, my dearest love, for the present adieu !—Adieu, my dearest love ;— but 1 shall soon write again, I hope!
MR. BELFORD TO ROBERT LOVELACE, ESQ.
[In answer to Letter Ixxiii.]
Thursday, July 20. I Read that part of your conclusion to poor Belton, where you inquire after him, and mention how merrily you, and the rest, pass your time at M. Hall. He fetched a deep sigh: You are all very happy! were his words.—I am sorry they were his words! for, poor fellow, he is going very fast. Change of air, he hopes, will mend him, joined to the cheerful company I have left him in. But nothing, I dare say, will.
A consuming malady, and a consuming mistress, to an indulgent keeper, are dreadful things to struggle with both together: violence must be used to. get rid of the latter; and yet he has not spirit left him to exert himself. His house is Thomasine's house; not his. He has not been within his doors for a fortnight past. Vagabonding about from inn to inn: entering each for a bait only; and staying two or three days without power to remove; and hardly knowing which to go to next. His malady is within him.; and he cannot run away from it. .
Her boys (once he thought them his) are sturdy enough to shoulder him in his own house as they pass by him. Siding with the mother, they in a manner expel him; and in his absence riot away on the remnant of his broken fortunes. As to their mother (who was once so tender, so submissive, so studious to oblige, that we all pronounced him happy, and his course of life the eligible) she is now so termagant, so insolent, that he cannot contend with her, without doing infinite prejudice to his health. A broken spirited defensive, hardly a defensive, therefore reduced to: and this to a heart, for so many years waging offensive war (not valuing whom the opponent) what a reduction I Now comparing himself to the superannuated lioi* in the fable, kicked in the jaws, and laid sprawling, by the spurning heel of an ignoble ass.
I have undertaken his cause. He has given me leave, yet not without reluctance, to put him into possession of his own house; and to place in it for him his unhappy sister, whom he has hitherto slighted because unhapp)'. It is hard, he told me, (and wept, poor fellow, when he said it) that he cannot be permitted to die quietly in his own house!—The fruits of blessed keeping these!
Though but lately apprized of her infidelity, h now comes out to have been of so long continuance, that he has no room to believe the boys to be his: yet how fond did he use to be of them I
To what, Lovelace, shall we attribute the tenderness which a reputed father frequently shews to the children of another man ?—What is that, I pray thee, which we call nature, and natural affection 9 And what has man to boast of as to sagacity and penetration, when he is as easily brought to cover and rear, and even to love, and often to prefer, the product of another'* guilt with bis wife or wistress, as a hen or a goose, the eggs, and even young, of others of their kind?
Nay, let me ask, if instinct, as it is called, in the animal creation, does not enable them to distinguish their own, much more easily than we, with our boasted reason and sagacity, in this nice particular, can do?
If some men who have wives but of doubtful virtue, considered this matter duly, I believe their inordinate ardour after gain would be a good deal cooled, when they could not be certain (though their mates could) for whose children they were elbowing, bustling, griping, and perhaps cheating, those with whom they have concerns, whether friends, neighbours, or more certain next-of-kin, by the mother's side however.
But I will not push this notion so far as it might be carried; because if propagated, it might be of unsocial or unnatural consequence: since women of virtue would perhaps be more liable to suffer by the mistrusts and caprices of bad-hearted and foolish-headed husbands, than those who can screen themselves from detection by arts and hypocrisy, to which a woman of virtue cannot have recourse. And yet, were this notion duly and generally considered, it might be attended with no bad effects; as good education, good inclinations, and established virtue, would be the principally sought-after qualities; and not money, when a man (not biassed by mere personal attractions) was looking round him for a partner in his fortunes, and for a mother of his future children, which are to be the heirs of his possessions, and to enjoy the fruits of his industry.
Put to return to poor Belton. i If I have occasion for your assistance, and that of our compeers, in re-instating the poor fellow, I will give you notice. Meantime, I have just now been told, that Thomasine delares she will not stir; for, it seems, she suspects that measures wilt be fallen upon to make her quit. She is Mrs. Belton, she says, and will prove her marriage.
If she give herself these air£ in his lifetime, what would she attempt to do after his death?
Her boys threaten any body, who shall presume to insult their mother. Their father, (as they call poor Belton) they speak of as an unnatural one. And their probably true father, is for ever there, hostilely there, passing for her cousin, as usual; now her 'protecting cousin.
Hardly ever, 1 dare say, was there a keeper, that did not make a keeperess; who lavished away on her kept-fellow, what she obtained from the extravagant folly of him who kept her.
I will do without you if I can. The case will be only, as I conceive, like that of the ancient Sarmatians, returning, after many years absence, to their homes, their wives then in possession of their slaves. So that they had to contend not only with those wives, conscious of their infidelity, and with their slaves, but with the children of those slaves, grown up to manhood, resolute to defend their mothers and their long-manumitted fathers. But the noble Sarmatians, scorning to attack their slaves with equal weapons, only provided themselves with the same sort of whips with which they used formerly to chastise them. And attacking them with them, the miscreants fled before them. —In memory of which, to this day, the device on the coin in Novogrod, in Russia, a city of the ancient Sarmatia, is a man on horseback with a whip in his hand.
The poor fellow takes it ill, that you did not press him more than you did, to be of your party at M. Hall. It is owing to Mowbray, he is sure, that he had so very slight an invitation, from one whose invitations used to be so warm.
Mowbray's speech to him, he says, he never will forgive: "Why, Tom," said the brutal fellow, with a curse, "thou droopest like a pip or roup-cloaking chicken. Thou shouldst grow perter, or submit to a solitary quarantine, if thou wouldst not infect the whole brood."
For my own part, only that this poor fellow is in distress, as well in his affairs, as in his mind, or I should be sick of you1 all. Such is the relish I have of the conversation, and such my admiration of the deportment and sentiments of this divine lady, that I would forego a month even of thy company, to be admitted into hers but for one hour: and I am highly in conceit with myself, greatly as I used to value thine, for being able, spontaneously, as I may say, to make this preference.
It is, after all, a devilish life we have lived. And to consider how it all ends in a very few years—to see to what a state of ill health this poor fellow is so soon reduced—and then to observe how every one of ye run away from the unhappy being, as rats from a falling house, is fine comfort to help a man to look back upon companions ill-chosen, and a life mis-spent.
It will be your turns by and by, every man of ye, if the justice of your country interpose not.
Thou art the only rake we have herded with, if thou wilt not except myself, who hast preserved entire thy health and thy fortunes.
Mowbray indeed is indebted to a robust constitution, that he has not yet suffered in his health; but his estate is dwindling away year by year.
Three-fourths of Tourville's very considerable