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Lorsque le document est trop grand pour Atre reproduit en un seui clichA, il est filmA A partir de I'angle supArieur gauche, de gauche A droite, et de haut en has, en prenant le nombre d'Images nAcessaire. Les diagrammes suivants illustrent la mAthode. 3y arrata ed to mt ine peiure, Bpon A 1 2 3 32X 1 2 3 4 9 6 / PROFES r^ ^ / **(5reat Mritere/' EDITED BY PROFESSOR ERIC S. ROBERTSON, M.A. \\ LIFE OF JANE AUSTEN. JA WALTE] v LIFE OF JANE AUSTEN BY GOLDWIN SMITH. LONDON WALTER SCOTT, 24, WARWICK LANE 1 090 (Ail rights resented.) BIBUOTHECA 111 o 3 2. ; ? ■? A o 3-^'-^! PR 102L CONTENTS. m I I -»♦- CHAPTER I. Jane Austen's position in literary history ; born, December i6, ^775* ^^ the Parsonage, Steventon ; the Austen lamily ; Steventon and its society the basis of Jane Austen's works ; her early days and literary tastes ; childish pro- ductions ; a precocious genius ; " Pride and Prejudice " (1796), " Sense and Sensibility " (1797), and " Northanger Abbey" (1798), written at Steventon; rejected by the publishers ; delight in her work and in her home life pre- vents discouragement ; she moves with her father to Bath, 1801 ; her father dies, 1805 ; consequent removal to Southampton ; considers herself an old maid ; views thereon and on dress; removal to Chawton, near Win- chester, 1809 ; " Emma," " Mansfield Park," and •' Per- suasion " written at Chawton ; anonymous publication of the novels, 1811-18; Jane Austen and Madame de Stael ; the novels appreciated by Sir Walter Scott, and other leading men ; also bv the Prince Regent ; officiou.jiiess of the Prince Reg'int's librarian ; illness ; removal to Winchester ; death, July 18, 1817; her view of life ; the tone of her letters ; a foe to sentimentality ; a lover of nature ; a laild Conservative ; her novels accu- rately depict the social life of the time ; her views on wealth ; religion ; the clergy ; her moral teaching ; the PAGE 1 ■tl CONTENTS. novels not didactic, nor propagandist, but very human ; country life as depicted in her novels compared with that of to-day ; the novels of necessity unromantic ; their cha- racters taken from a limited class — the gentry ; her work narrow in compass, but perfect in detail .... PACK II CHAPTER II. Pride and Prejudice " perhaps the best of Jane Austen's novels ; the Bennet and Darcy families ; the plot of the novel ; discussion of characters ; Darcy's pride and self- love somewhat overdone ; the solemn priggishness of the Rev. Mr. Collins — his proposal to Elizabeth, his letter of condolence to Mr. Bennet ; Mr. Bennet's dry humour and Mrs. Bennet's vulgarity ; aristocratic insolence of Lady Catherine de Bourgh ; Charlotte Lucas's practical view of matrimony as a provision for young women . . 66 CHAPTER in. •• Sense and Sensibility" constructed on somewhat similar lines to '• Pride and Prejudice," but inferior to it ; the chief characters — their counterparts in " Pride and Prejudice ; " epitome of the plot; Willoughby's rehabilitation rather a strange incident ; the minor characters ; the good- natured vulgarity of Mrs. Jennings ; Sir John Middleton half way between the old country squire and the modern country gentleman ; the cold-hearted selfishness of Lady Middleton and Mrs. John Dashwood ; the Misst j Steele, vulgar both in manners and in soul ; Mrs. John Dashwood on annuities ; the pleasantries of spoilt children , . 89 CHAPTER IV. •• Northanger Abbey " — a comic trav«isty of the " Mysteries of Udolpho " of Mrs. RadcliflFe ; Catherine Morland's original CONTENTS. PAGE disqualifications for a heroine of romance ; she gradually qualities ; goes to Bath ; meets there the Thorpes and the Tilneys ; a description of them ; General Tilney ; wrongly understanding Catherine to be an heiress, he invites her to Northanger Abbey ; Henry Tilney prepares her for romantic horrors ; the first night at the Abbey ; other adventures ; General Tilney bent on a match between Catherine and Henry ; finding she is not an heiress, he suddenly orders Catherine home ; but all ends happily . 102 11 CHAPTER V. ' Emma " ; a description of her ; the relations between the principal characters ; characteristics of Emma Woodhouse and Mr. Knightley ; the plot of the novel ; Lord Bra- bourne's unfavourable view of Mr. Knightk/ ; *' Emma " rich in character ; Mr. Woodhouse's benevolent valetudi- narianism a little overdrawn ; Mr. Elton, the clerical Adonis, and his vulgar, conceited wife ; Miss Bates, the worthy old maid Il8 CHAPTER VI. " Mansfield Park ;" it teems with delicate touches of character and fine strokes of art ; an account of the plot and of the principal characters ; the subordinate characters ; the mean and despicable Mrs. Norris ; the indolence and apathy of Lady Bertram somewhat exaggerated ; her passive fault- lessness ; the unmethodical and slatternly Mrs, Price well drawn ; realistic description of the Price household ; Admiral Crawford and Lieutenant Price ; the comic and bad characters of the novels generic, but some of the better ones very likely portraits ; William Price probably / CONTENTS. PAGE represents one of Jane Austen's sailor brothers ; a tribute to the navy 140 CIIAJfER VII. ■" Persuasion " — Jane Austen's last work ; its autumnal mellow ness of tone and sentiment ; not so well constructed as her other novels, but contains some of her finest touches ; Anne Elliot perhaps the most interesting of Jane Austen's women ; the plot and principal characters discussed ; minor characters ; the family pride and self-conceit of Sir \V. Elliot slightly overdone; Elizabeth Elliott's selfish* ness ; Mary Elliot's querulous and hypocritical self-love — her letter to Anne ; Admiral Croft, a sketch from life ; weakness in construction of the plot ; several more or less aimless characters 167 CHAPTER VIII. Fragments : " Lady .Susan," probably an exercise never in» tended for publication ; its plot ; composed in the form of a series of letters ; defects of that style of composition ; " The Watsons ;" the circumstances in which it was begun and left unfinished ; only one or two of its characters faintly reproduced in other novels 181 CHAPTER IX. Jane Austen's novels reg' rded as a whole : no hidden meanings or philosophy in them; she only made the familiar and commonplace interesting and amusing; their style the same throughout; the plots generally well -sustained, though unsensational ; the heroines more interesting and better drawn than the heroes, but the secondary characters the best ; Jane Austen's narrow range of observation caused partial recurrences of characters and incidents, but Lord N \ NOTE. Jane Austen's chronological relation to the other English nove- lists 193 CONTENTS. 9 PAGB Macaulay claims that each character is distinct ; though her subjects were commonplace and trivial, her genius has made them bright for ever 1S5 i INDEX 193 \^ 1 LIFE OF JANE AUSTEN. CHAPTER I. MISS AUSTEN stands in literary history as one of a group of female novelists of manners, of which the other most prominent figures are Miss Barney, Miss Edgeworth, and Miss Ferrier, while the whole group stands in contrast to the contemporary novelists of romance, such as the once famous Mrs. Radcliffe.^ Of the novelists of manners the common parent, to a certain extent, was Richardson, while the novelists of romance had a precursor in the author of "The Castle of Otranto." But it is not in Miss Austen's relations to other writers or schools of writers that her importance consists. On her was bestowed, though in a humble form, the gift which had been bestowed on Homer, Shakespeare, Cervantes, Scott, aud a few others — the gift of creative power. Short and simple are the annals of her life. Till near its close her genius was not recognized outside the circle ' Jane Austen's chronological relation to the other English novelists will be seen from the table at the end of the volume (p. 192). '■■■' 1 1 ■ 1 iH IH^B H^K ( I 12 LIFE OF of her own family, nor was it fully recognized till after her death. She had no literary acquaintance, and but a small acquaintance of any kind. Of her doings and sayings nobody took notes. Twenty years ago it was remarked in presence of one of her family that almost as little was known about her as about Shakespeare. Not long afterwards there ippeared a memoir of her by her nephew, Mr. Austen-Leigh. It tells us her ap- pearance, her general character and habits, but it tells us little more. There was probably little more to tell. The works are the only biography. Perhaps there might be some disappointment even in the case of Shake- speare if pious inquiry could succeed in rescuing details from the night in which they have been lost. Since the publication of the memoir, a collection of Jane Austen's letters has been given to the world by her grandnephew. Lord Brabourne. The genial industry of the editor has done all that could be done, but the letters, in a biographical point of view, are disappointing. These, however, with Lord Brabourne's introductions, are our only source of information beyond Mr. Austen-Leigh's Memoir, which forms the staple of this as of the other biographies. Jane Austen was born on December i6, 1775 — the year of the American Revolution — at the Parsonage House of Steventon, in Hampshire, of which parish, and of the neighbouring parish of Deane, her father, George Austen, was the rector. George Austen had been a fellow of St. John's College, Oxford. He was a good scholar, so that he was able to prepare two of his sons for the JANE AUSTEN. 13 University, and was noted for his good looks, having been called "the handsome Proctor." His wife and Jane Austen's mother was Cassandra, the youngest daughter of the Rev. Thomas Leigh, who, after being a fellow of All Souls', held the College living of Hampden, near Henley-on-Thames, — and niece of Dr. Thaophilus Leigh, for more than half-a-century Master of Balliol College, and the great University wit of his day. Jane had five brothers and one sister. Her eldest brother, James, was well read in English literature, was a writer in a modest way, and is believed to have had a large share in directing her reading and forming her taste. Her second brother, Edward, like Frank Churchill in "Emma," had been adopted by a wealthy rela- tive, Mr. Knight, of Godmersham Park in Kent, and Chawton House in Hampshire, and on coming into possession of the property changed his name to Knight. Though he was separated from his sister in childhood, in later life they were drawn together, and a large share of her affections was given to him and to his children. He is described as very amiable and full of fun. The third brother, Henry, is said to have had gren,c conversational powers, but not to have got on ^'cry well in life. He became a clergyman when middle-aged, and helped Jane in negotiations with the publishers. The two youngest brothers, Francis and Charles, were sailors, and served in the Great War. Both rose to the rank of Admiral ; both seem to have deserved it; and both left a record of kindly and gentle character as well as of high pro- fessional spirit. The details of their profession, their prize-money, and their promotions, as well as the joy with ■ • t r \ : "Si !■. 14 LIFE OF which they were welccmed home, have left plain traces on their sister's pages. But dearest of all, we are told, to the heart of Jane was her sister Cassandra, about three years her senior. They were always together, lived in the same home and shared the same bed- room till they were separated by death. Cassandra's was the calmer disposition, with less sunniness. Cassandra, it used to be said in the family, had the merit of having her temper always under com- mand; tut Jane had the happiness of possessing a temper that never required to be commanded. When *' Sense and Sensibility " came out, the two sisters were identified with Elinor and Marianne ; but Jane could never have painted herself as the foolishly emotional and impulsive Marianne ; if she had, she would certainly have done herself great injustice. Mr. Austen-Leigh remarks that the young woman who before the age of twenty could so clearly discern the failings of Marianne Dashwood, can hardly have been subject to them herself. Sisterly love had probably a share in suggesting the loving pair of sisters in " Sense and Sensibility," as well as the loving pair of sisters in *' Pride and Prejudice," and the want of a sister in " Emma." Twenty- five years, more than half Jane Austen's life, were spent in Steventon Parsonage. Steventon is a small village upon the chalk hills of North Hants, in a winding valley, seven miles from Basingstoke. There is always a cheerfulness about the chalk country, and Steventon is described as pretty on a small scale and in a very quiet way, without Ir.rge timber, l:ut with bread and leafy hedgerows, beneath which grew the JANE AUSTEN. 16 primrose, the anemone, and the wild hyacinth. The hedgerows were not mere fences, but were of the ampli- tude usual in the days of unimproved husbandry, with a rough path down the middle: in "Persuasion" the conversation of a pair walking along one of them is overheard by an anxious listener on the outside. The parsonage, since pulled down, " stood in a shallow valley, surrounded by sloping meadows well sprinkled with elm trees, at the end of a small village of cottages, each well provided with a garden, scattered about prettily on either side of the road.'' On the south side was an old- fashioned garden, and along the garden ran a terrace of turf which Mr. Austen-Leigh says may have been in his aunt's thoughts when she described Catherine Morland's childish delight in rolling down the green slope at the back of the house. Not far off was a manor- house of the time of Henry VIII., which, however, does not seem to have turned Jane's thoughts to the romantic past. In and around Steventon, and in the little town of Basingstoke, which probably is the original of Meryton, Jane would see the classes of people and the life which a village and a little country town in England presents. She would see the large landed proprietor and member of Parliament, like Sir Thomas Bertram, the small proprietor, like Mr. Bennet and Mr. Woodhouse, and the clergyman, with their wives and daughters, occa- sionally the military or naval officer of good family, the old lady not of good family, or retired tradesman, living in the little town, the village apothecary, the independent yeoman, like Robert Martin, common in those days \i I ■ii n; / I ) / 1 16 LIFE OF though now almost extinct. These are the materials of her novels. If the range of her characters was limited, she would have good opportunities of studying them, for English life, which has now become migratory and restless, in uays before railways was quiet and stationary. In one of her letters, Jane says to a neophyte in novel- making, " You are now collecting your people delight- fully, getting them exactly Into such a spot as is the delight of my life. Three or four families in a country village is the very thing to work on ; and I hope you will write a great deal more and make very full use of them when ihey are so favourably arranged." The Austen family were not rich, but they were sufficiently well off to go into the society of the neighbourhood and keep a carriage. Their social position was much the same as that of Dr. and Mrs. Grant in " Mansfield Park," who keep their carriage and entertain, sheading their table with a liberality which seems excess've to the jealous Mrs. Norris. The Austen circle was enlarged in every sense by intimacy with two cousins, Edward and Jane Cooper, the children of Mrs. Austen's eldest sister and Dr. Cooper, the vicar of Sonning, near Reading, and about eighteen miles from Basingstoke. Edward Cooper had won the prize for a Latin poem at Oxford, and afterwards wrote a work on prophecy, called "The Crisis," and several volumes of sermons, which at one time were in vogue. He no doubt read with pleasure the passage in " Mansfield Park " extolling the gifts of preaching. The Coopers lived for some time in Bath, where, it appears, Jane Austen visited them and acquired the know- JANE AUSTEN. 17 ledge of the great watering-place which enabled her to write "Northanger Abbey." She also visited her kinsman, Mr. Knight, at Godmersham Park, and per- haps it was there, more th-n at Steventon, that she studied the life of the county magnate, the Sir Thomas Bertram of " Mansfield Park." It seems that the family circle in Steventon Parsonage was entirely united and happy, so that the home influ- ences under which the girl grew up, combined with the natural sweetness of disposition of which her kinsman retains a vivid recollection, gave her a genial view of life, and inclined her to play gently with the foibles of humanity. Jane loved company and all the simple pleasures of life, flirting in a quiet way not excepted, "There were twenty dances,'' she says, when she had been at a ball, "and I danced them all without any fatigue;" and this was when she was so far past the heyday of youth as to wear a cap. She does not conceal her enjoyment of good cheer. She had a sweet voice, sang simple airs, and played on the piano. There is not a greater contrast between the bleak Westmoreland moor and the soft beauty of the Hamp- shire valley, than there was between the youth of the authoress of " Jane Eyre " and the youth of Jane Austen. Nor was Jane Austen without a share of the happiness which goes with good looks. Her figure was tall and slender, her step was light and firm, and her whole appearance, we are told, was expressive of health and animation. In complexion she was a clear brunette with a rich colour; she had full, round cheeks, v'th ^ mouth and nose small and well formed, bright hazel 2 18 LIFE OF eyes, and brown hair forming natural curls close round her face. Such is the portrait drawn of her by her affectionate kinsman. To a less partial observer the •cheeks appeared valher too round and full. It has seemed curious that no attachment should have 'been formed by a good-looking girl, fond of society and balls, and not averse from flirting. Mr. Austen- Leigh says in his first edition that he has no tale of love to relate. In his second edition he has introduced a double qualification of this statement-. He tells us that his aunt in youth declined the addresses of a man who had the recommendations of good character, connec- tions, and position, of everything but the power of touch- ing her heart. But he also says that there is one passage of romance in her history with which he is imperfectly acquainted, but which he has on the authority of her sister Cassandrai who deposed that at some seaside place they became acquainted with a gentleman whose charm of person, mind, and manners was such tlxit Cassandra thought him worthy to possess and likely to win her sister's love. When they parted, he expressed his inten- tion of soon seeing them again, and Cassandra felt no doubt as to his motives./ But they never again met, and within a short time he suddenly died. A Qur terly Reviewer has observed, concerning the attachmenl of Fanny Price in " Mansfield Park " to Edmund Bertram : "The silence in which this passion is cherished, the slender hopes and enjoymenis by which it is fed, the restlessness and jealousy with which it fills a mind naturally active, contented, and unsuspicious, the manner in which it tinges every event and every reflection, are ! \^ JANE AUSTEN. 19 painted with a vividness and a minuteness of which we can scarcely conceive any one but a female, and we should almost add a female writing from recollection, -apable." Mr. Austen-Leigh, however, is of opinion thai this conjecture, however probable, is wide of the mark, and that x-anny's love of Edmund was drawn from the intuitive perceptions of genius, not from personal experience. He has no reason, he says, to think that his aunt ever felt any attachment by which the happi- ness of her life was at all affect i. There is little use in bandying conjectures when we have no evidence of facts. Yet it may be remarked in reply to Mr. Austen- Leigh, that if Jane Austen had felt such an attachment, and supposing the attachment to be unrequited or baffled by adverse circumstances, she would not Jiave betrayed it. Complete command over her feelings in such a case is a characteristic which she holds up to admiration in two of her models of womanhood, Fanny Price and i^linor Dashwood. It is not in *' Mansfield Park " that, if we wee inclined to follow up this chase of an imaginary love affair, we should look for the trail. It is rather in the passage in " Persuasion " concerning the lingering attachment of Anne Elliot to Captain Wentworth, after the breaking off of their engagement. " More than seven years were gone since this little history of sorrowful interest had reached its close; and time had softened down much, perhaps nearly all of peculiar attachment to him, but she had been too dependent on time alone ; no aid had been given in change of place (except in one visit to Bath soon after the rupture), or in any novelty or enlargement of society. No one had ever come within the Kellynch circle who could bear a comparison with Frederick Wentworth, as he stood in h^r memory. No second xl, p M LIFE OF attachment, the oi.'y thoroughly natural, happy, and sufficient cure, at her time of life, had been possible to the nice tone of her mind, the fastidiousness of her taste, in the small limits of the society around them. • • • • • • " How eloquent could ^nne Elliot have been ! how eloquent, at least, were her wishes on the side of early warm attachment, and a cheerful confidence in futurity, against that over-anxious caution which seems to insult exertion and distrust Providence I She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned romance as she grew older : the natural sequel of an unnatural beginning." I I I \ Captain Wentworth is a sailor. Jane had two brothers in the navy, and she could hardly fail to become ac- quainted with some of their brother officersj However, she is almost as impersonal as Shakespeare, and any attempt to extract her own history from her novels must be precarious in the highest degree. Cassandra was engaged to a young clergyman, who, before their marriage-day came, died in the West Indiec. This may have furnished the cue for the passage in " Persuasion," if that passage had any relation to facts. There was certainly nothing serious in the case of Tom Lefroy, of whom Jane writes, ** At length the day is come on which I am to flirt my last with Tom Lefroy, and when you receive this it will be over. My tears flow as I write at the melancholy idea." \ An acute female critic has surmised that so observant a young lady with so sharp a pen must have been rather an object of dread than of atTection to the people about herj Of the sharp pen the people of Steventon could not be in dread, inasmuch as it was not till many years after that any of its works were given to the world, and none but JANE AUSTEN. 21 Jane's own family at this time knew that she was an authoress. The gift of social satire is perhaps one not easily concealed, but we are assured that Jane was on a friendly footing with all around her and interested in their concern", as she certainly was dearly loved, and deserved to be dearly loved, by her own family. Though satirical, she was not in the least cynical or malicious. Shakespeare must have been always taking notes, yet he was " Sweet Will " to the set in which he lived. If the range of Jane's social experience was limited, so, apparently, was her literary culture. She was no doubt well read in English classics, especially in the line of iiction. Richardson, her nephew tells us, she knew thoroughly and greatly admired : she had a narrow escape of being seduced into imitation of him. Cowper she loved both in verse and prose. A man who cannot be animated by Cowper, she makes one of her characters say, cannot be animated at all. Crabbe she loved apparently still more, for she used to say that if ever she married at all she could fancy being Mrs. Crabbe. She was taken no doubt by the intense reality of his pictures, as well as by their minute and highly-finished detail. Once or twice she seems to have reproduced his thoughts. The following, for instance, reminds us of " The Lover's Ride : " '* Emma's spirits were mounted up quite to happi- ness; everything wore a different air ; James and his horses seemed not half so sluggish as before. When she looked at the hedges she thought that the elder at least must soon be coming out; and when she turned to Harriet she saw something like a look of spring, a tender smile even there." ! I !•: ' 1' ^■ n LIFE OF To Johnson, whose strong sense must have been congenial to her, Jane paid homage without being influenced by his style. Of the Spectator she speaks with little regard, calling it " a voluminous publication, hardly any part of which would not, either by its matter or manner, disgust a young person of taste," and designating its language as *• so coarse as to give no very favourable idea of the age that could endure it. " The last remark brings home to us the improvement that had taken place in the tone of society since the days when the Spectator was the height of refinement and a great organ of social reform. She read Scott and Byron, and she speaks of the question between the two as the burning literary issue of the day, without intimating her own opinion. From a passage in " Persuasion," it appears that Byron's passion had touched her. In one of her letters she says that she has begun " Marmion," and is disappointed by it ; but she is constr?'ned to recognize the excellence of •* Waverley," though she playfully complains of its writer for not being content with his own realm of poetry, but encroaching on the realm of fiction and taking the bread out of a novelist's mouth. Her contemporary female novelists of course she read, and she stands up for the authoress of *• Camilla." She defends the study of history against those who called it dry and dull. Henry appears to have been the writer whom she studied for the history of her own country. She read French, but of her French reading there is barely a trace. Voltaire and Rousseau were not likely to find their way to the book-shelves of an English parsonage. At all events there is not a vestige either in Jane Austen's novels or in JANE AUSTEN, •in her letters of the influence of either. Nor is there a vestige of any of the writers, revolutionary or anti-revolu- tionary, who dealt with the great intellectual movements of the age. In her published letters, the allusions to any literary subject are surprisingly few and slight. One book which she mentions as greatly interesting her, strange to say, is an essay on the ** Military Police and Institutions of the British Empire," by Capt. Pasley, of the Engineers. It has been already said that she had no literary friends. There was nothing to stimulate, nothing to sophisticate or spoil her. No primrose or wild hyacinth on the banks of Steventon ever unfolded more freely, or drew its life more entirely from its native sod. A passage in " Mansfield Park " about the wonders of memory, and another about the contrast between ever- greens and other trees as an instance of the marvels of nature, show that the mind of Jane Austen was sometimes turned to the mysteries of being ; but of philosophic or scientific study not a trace appears. She widely differed in this, as in other respects, from George Eliot. The circle of the Parsonage was literary in an unpre- tending way. It sometimes indulged in private theatri- cals, like the party in " Mansfield Park," the barn forming the usual theatre. The principal part in these perform- ances was taken by a cousin, the daughter of Mr. Austen's only sister, who had married a French Count, and, when he had perished by the guillotine, was taken into her uncle's family and ultimately married Henry Austen. It was from this lady, it seems, that Jane got her knowledge of French. That her attention was at all turned to France, ; f 1 wsm^ 24 LIFE OF or that her interest was excited in the tremendous drama which was going on there, does not appear. Reading aloud seems also to have been a favourite diversion : at least Jane Austen makes a great point of perfection in it, and in "Mansfield Park " Henry Crawford is represented as almost producing an impression on the obdurate heart of Fanny by his admirable rendering of Shakespeare. Jane had from her childhood a taste for writing tales, and her nephew tells us that there is extant an old copybook containing some which seem to have been composed when she was quite a girl. She afterwards advised a niece who had literary aspirations not to write any more till she had turned sixteen, remarking that it would have been better for herself if she had read more and written less before reaching that mature age. Between these childish productions and the earliest of the published works intervened, it seems, some burlesques which, ridiculing the improbable acci- dents and extravagant sentiments of the silly romances of the day, were precursors of " Northanger Abbey." But it is also evident that, besides her taste for constructing stories and composition, Jane at a surprisingly early age had formed a taste for studying characters, especially " intri- cate " characters, as she calls them, and at the same time a habit of taking up the position of an observant spec- tator of her little social world. In this respect the three earliest of her published works are the greatest marvels of literary history. " Pride and Prejudice," which has been generally thought her masterpiece, was begun in October, 1796, before she was twenty-one years old, and completed in about ten months from that date. " Sense and Sensi- JANE AUSTEN. 25 bility " was begun in its present form immediately after- wards, in November, 1797 j though if the material of a tale previously composed under the title of " Elinor and Marianne " was worked up into it, as is probable, it may be considered to that extent an earlier produc- tion than "Pride and Prejudice." " Northanger Abbey," though not prepared for the press till 1803, was first composed, as Mr. Austen-Leigh assures us, in 1798. The first two works lay for some time on the writer's hands, and may possibly have been revised, though there is no reason for suspecting it ; but " Northanger Abbey " we certainly have in its original form. " Northanger Abbey " is eminently playful, but in no other respect do these, the work of a girl just out of her teens, differ from the most mature productions of the same writer. The insight into character and the tone of quiet irony and gentle cynicism, as well as the creative power, are the same. So are the minuteness of detail, the perfect finish, the quiet, limpid, unimpassioned style which never interposes the writer between the reader and the subject. How did the world receive these works which now charm its highest minds ? "Pride and Prejudice" was offered by the writer's father to a publisher, who declined the offer by return of post. It is due to his shade to say that he evidently had not seen the manu- script. "Northanger Abbey" was sold in 1803 for ten pounds to a publisher in Bath, who on inspection thought it so unpromising a venture that he let it lie for many years in his drawers, and was then glad to sell it back for the sum which he had given for it. She who could write such novels must have been ,i .■ w \ i Vl > / \, 26 LIFE OF conscious of their value, and was to be pitied during the years of apparently hopeless neglect. But the dis- appointment does not seem to have weighed in the slightest degree upon her spirits, or to have clouded her view of the world ; nor does she ever glance at it either in her novels or in her letters. In the meantime she had joy in the work of her hands. She loved the creations of her fancy as though they had been real persons. She looked about the picture-galleries for portraits of her principal characters; she would give little pieces of confidential information about them as though she had actually lived among them. She told her nephew and nieces that Anne Steele never suc- ceeded in 'catching the doctor, that Kitty Bennet was satisfactorily married to a clergyman near Pemberley, while Mary obtained nothing higher than one of her uncle Philip's clerks, and was content to be considered a star in the society of Meryton ; that the " considerable sum" given by Mr. Norris to William Price was one pound J and that the letters placed by Frank Churchill before Jane Fairfax, which she swept away unread, contained the word " pardon." She feels the charm of Elizabeth in "Pride and Prejudice" as if she had met her in society. She was moved to write not by desire of money, of which she received lamentably little, or of fame, of which after all she reaped a very scanty harvest, but by the sense of her gifts, by the pleasure of exerting them, by the desire of amusing herself, her family, and perhaps others, by genuine interest in character and life. Works of genius are none the worse because they are wrought for money ; Shakespeare wrote JANE AUSTEN. 27 for money, and so did Scott : but there is a charm in the perfectly spontaneous and unbought production. You are sure that there will be no padding or scamping ; there is none of either in the works of Jane Austen. Besides, though novel-writing was her delight, it was not her life. She had a domestic and social life independent of it, and full both of enjoyment and duty. Of this her letters are proof enough. People could see her constantly without guessing that she was an authoress. It is recorded that she did not shut herself up to write, but wrote sitting in the family circle amidst its various interruptions. Probably she was writing down what she had before composed in her mind, so that the explanation is the same as that of the apparent rapidity with which poetry was written by Scott. She excelled, we are told, in everything which she undertook. Her mother called her an excellent housekeeper. Her needlework, both plain and fancy, was first-rate, and a "housewife" made for a sister-in-law, which remains as a specimen of it, is described as showing a finish not less delicate than that of her compositions, and as being like the gift of a fairy. We are told that she spent much time in these occupations, and that some of her merriest talk was over clothes which she and her companions were making, sometimes for themselves and sometimes for the poor. Her handwriting is very clear, with all the letters perfectly formed; and without being masculine it is strong. As time went on, nephews and nieces came to enlarge the circle of her interests and affections. Children were 1 \f\ ■•■ ilii ^- .A 28 LIFE OF irresistibly drawn to her. One of her nieces says, " As a very little girl I was always creeping up to Aunt Jane, and following her whenever I could in the house and out of it. I might not have remembered this but for the recollection of my mother's telling me privately that I must not be troublesome to my aunt. Her first charm to children was great sweetness of manner. She seemed to love you, and you felt you loved her in return. This, as well as I can now recollect, was what I felt in my early days before I was old enough to be amused by her cleverness. But soon came the delight of her playful talk. She could make everything amusing to a child. Then, as I got older, when cousins came to share the entertainment, she would tell us the most delightful stories, chiefly of Fairyland, and her fairies had all characters of her own. The tale was invented, I am sure, at the moment, and was continued for two or three days if occasion served." Another niece bears her testimony to the same effect, noting especially the delightfulness of her *' long, circumstantial stories." In 1 80 1, when Jane was twenty-five, her father, growing old, made over his clerical duties to his son, who was to succeed him in the living, ard went to live at Bath, then a favourite residence for retired clergymen, as well as for dowagers of other kinds. Jane therefore had to bid farewell to Steventon, to the haunts of her youth, to the old garden with its terrace, and to the green lanes bright with wild flowers, along which she had rambled composing her tales. " Dear, dear Nor- land," says Marianne in "Sense and Sensibility," as she wanders alone before the house on the evening JANE AUSTEN. 29 before departure, " when shall I cease to regret you ! — when learn to feel a home elsewhere ! Oh ! happy house, could you know what I suffer in now viewing you from this spot, whence perhaps I may view you no more ! And you, ye well-known trees ! — but you will continue the same. No leaf will decay because we are removed, nor any branch become motionless because we can observe you no longer ! No, you will continue the same; unconscious of the pleasure or the regret you occasion, and insensible of any change in those who walk under your shade ! But who will remain to enjoy you ? " So perhaps felt Jane Austen on her last evening at Steventon. Bath opened to her observation a larger world ; and it was a world which was brought fairly under the eye of the observer, since society, over which the spirit of Beau Nash still hovered, evidently retained in those days a good deal of its unity, the company meeting every even- ing in the public rooms. Yet during the four years which Jane Austen spent at Bath, she wrote nothing, except, perhaps, the fragment of "The Watsons;" and though Bath is partly the scene of " Northanger Abbey " and " Persuasion," and we get in those novels a general picture of the manners and customs of the great watering-place, there is not among the personages of either any character which bears a local stamp. They are still taken from the class of the rural gentry and clergy, Bath being merely the scene on which they met. Oi" resident society there was probably not much, and casual visitors would not afford Jane Austen opportunities for the minute and patient study of character which was the secret of I ' I i i i in 1/ . \ 80 LIFE OF her art. Evidently she enjoyed Bath. She scoffs at the people who affected to think it tiresome after six weeks, yet came regularly every winter, lengthening their six weeks into ten or twelve, and went away at last because they could afford to stay no longer. Perhaps after a gay evening at the Rooms, and a bantering conversation with some pleasant partner, like Mr. Henry Tilney, it was with her as it was with Catherine Morland — ** her spirits danced within her as she danced in her chair all the way home." Her enjoyment of the social life may account for the inaction of her pen. Her mind, no doubt, was still at work, and she was still gathering materials. She was not 'under the fell necessity of writing without inspiration, or before her creations were matured, to produce monthly instalments of a serial. From Bath she visited Lyme, which she afterwards made the scene of an episode in "Persuasion." In 1805 her f.ither died, and she, with her mother and sister, removed to Southampton, which was their resi- dence till 1809. They had a large old-fashioned house in Castle Square, with a garden bounded by the city wall. Southampton was a social centre, and part of Castle Square was occupied by the castellated mansion of the Marquis of Lansdowne, whose Marchioness driving out in a phaeton with eight ponies, decreasing in size from the wheelers to the leaders, may have afforded to a gentle satirist at the window opposite food for mirth and reflection. It was probably from Southampton that she visited Portsmouth, and saw and enjoyed the beauty of the sea- piece on some day •when, "though it was really March, it ( , 1.1 '. JANE AUSTEN. 81 was April with its mild a'r, brisk, soft wind, and bright sun occasionally clouded for a minute, when everything looked beautiful under the influence of such a sky, with the shadows pursuing each other on the ships at Spithead and the island beyond ; the sea at high water, ever varying in its hues, dancing in its glee, and dashing with a fine sound against the ramparts." She saw also the social life of naval officers ashore, and other denizens of the great military port, but apparently did not enjoy it. At least she makes Fanny in "Mansfield Park'' find no society in Portsmouth that could afford her the smallest satisfaction. " The men appeared to her all coarse, the women all pert, everybody underbred, and she gave as little contentment as she received from introductions either to old or new acquaintance." This sounds like the verdict of personal experience. At Lyme she had gone to the balls, danced, and talked in her letters about her dances and her partners. But now she was fast outliving the chance of marriage, and must have begun to look forward to being an old maid, though in one of her novels she has intimated that a woman may be handsomer than ever at twenty-nine. It is clear that she thought marriage the happier state. Mrs. John Knightley, in " Emina," passing her life with a husband and children on whom she doted, is her ''model of right feminine happiness." But she took a placid and sensible view of her own destiny. "You will be an old maid," says I'arriet to Emma, "and that's so dreadful." " Never mind," Emma replies, " I shall not be a poor old maid, and it is poverty only which makes celibacy contemptible to a generous public ! A single -■- — -'^' 82 LIFE OF i ' ' I I woman with a very narrow income must be a ridiculous, disagreeable old maid, the proper sport of boys and girls;.' but a single woman of good fortune is always respectable, and may be as sensible and pleasant as any- body else." y Jane's practical good sense adds that the world is not so far wrong as appears at first, inasmuch as a very narrow income has a tendency to contract the mind and sour the temper. Nephews and nieces grow- ing up around Jane Austen supplied her with a substitute for one element at least of Mrs. John Knightley's wedded happiness. Both she and her sister took rather early to wearing the cap which was the symbol of middle age. What one did the other was sure to do, for the two were so com- pletely one in soul, that it was said that if Cassandra were to be beheaded, Jane would insist upon being beheaded too. Jane gives as her reason for taking to caps that they saved her a world of torment in hair- dressing, which in those days was a fearful sacrifice to the tyranny of fashion. It was, however, in the cha- racter of both sisters. Both of them were neat, but neither of them was thought to pay attention to what was fashionable or becoming ; yet in thi': Letters it does not appear to the male mind that millinery is overlooked. Already, in one of the earliest of her works, Jane had playfully warned her sex that to dress for the admiration of men is vain, that the male heart distinguishes not between the different kinds of muslin, the spotted, the sprigged, the mull or the jaconet. "Woman," she says, " is fine for her own satisfaction alone : no man will admire her the more, no woman will like her the better for it. JANE AUSTEN. 8& Neatness and fashion are enough for the former, and a something of shabbiness or impropriety will be most endearing to the latter." The last words are pretty shari for a girl of twenty-one. The upshot seems to be that women dress not for anybody, but against each other. In 1809, Jane, then thirty-four, with her mother and sister left Southampton, and went to live at a cottage provided by her brother, Edward Knight, close to his residence of Chawton, near Winchester, and not far from Steventon, Jane's old home. Chawton House has descended to Jane's grand-nephew, Lord Brabourne. The cottage stood on the high-road, and the joyous swarm of Winchester boys went by it on their return home for the holidays. But the garden enjoyed genteel privacy behind its hornbeam hedge, and had grassplots, walks and shrubberies suitable for exercise and composi- tion. There were also rooms for guests. A Miss Lloyd was added to the party, old Steventon connections were near, and the establishment altogether seems to have been happy, cheerful, and propitious to Jane's work. Inspiration revived ; the pen was taken up again, and Chawton, like Steventon, produced three novels. These three were " Emma," " Mansfield Park," and " Per- suasion." At last she found a publisher for two of those which she had written at Steventon in Mr. Eger- ton, to whose adventurous spirit — and prcl ^v he deemed it a very wild adventure — let the due homage be paid. He gave her for ** Sense and Sensibility " one hundred and fifty pounds, which with gay humility she accepted as magnificent payment. The entire sum 3 ''■J , ■.; ■H r . i i sn -1 ^i \ I 1 1 TT 84 LIFE OF i '. which she had received for her works up to the iun^ of her death fell short of seven hundred pounds. "Sense and Sensibility" was published in 1811, when its writer was thirty-six; "Pride and Prejudice" was published two years later. Between 181 1 and 1816 Jane Austen wrote " Mansfield Park," " Emma," and " Persuasion. " Mansfield Park " was published in 1814; "Emma" in 1816. " Northanger Abbey" and " Persuasion " did not appear till 181 8, after the writer's death. The publications were anonymous, and Jane Austen never avowed her authorship. But her secret leaked out. There is a tradition, not accredited by her nephew, that when invited as the writer of '' Pride and Preju- dice " to meet the writer of " Corinne " she declined, saying that to no house to which she was not asked as Jane Austen would she go as the writer of " Pride and Prejudice." This has been praised as independence, or censured as p.ide; and if the story is true and the ir erpretation of it correct, it reminds us of Congreve's request that he might be regarded as a gentleman, not as a playwright, and Voltaire's remark thereupon that he would not have come all that way to see a gentleman. But supposing the story to be true, may not Jane's motive have been simply unwillingness formally to avow authorship ? In spite of the popularity of Miss Burney, Miss Edgeworth, and other female novelists,|there was a lingering feeling in those days that a woman in writing a book rather overstepped the limitations of her sex s and Jane, having lived apart from the literary world, and being scrupulous about social sentiment, was likely 1 C JANE AUSTEN. 85 to be sensitive on this point. Perhaps the failure to bring the authors of " Corinne " and " Pride and Preju- dice " together was not to be deplored, since Madame de Stal'l pronounced Jane Austen's writings vu/gaires, by which, if she meant anything more than that their subjects were commonplace, she could not have made a less felicitous remark. The novels were appreciated by those whose judgment was the best. In Sir Walter Scott's diary is the entry : ** Read again, for the third time at least, ' Pride and Prejudice.'" Sir Walter adds, with the graceful self-dis- paragement of power : " That young lady has a talent for describing the involvements of feelings and characters of ordinary life which is to me the most wonderful I ever met with. The big bow-wow strain I can do mysilf, like any now going ; but the exquisite touch which renders ordinary commonplace things and char- acters interesting from the truth of the description and the sentiment is denied to ine. What a pity such a gifted creature died so early ! " Macaulay has in his journal the entry : " I have now read once again all Miss Austen's novels ; charming they are. There are in the world no compositions which ttpproach nearer to perfection." Such eulogies, however, never met Jane Austen's eye, nor does it appear that she heard what was said by Lord Lansdowne, Sydney Smith, or Sir James Mackintosh, or that much praise from any quarter reached her ear. |The Quarterly reviewed her in 1815, very poorly and in a doubtful strain.! To the multitude fed on high-flown sentiment, or romance like that of the " Mysteries of Udolpho," her tales appeared common- i I 'ft '1 I LIFE OF i I I :l I I ! place and trivial. Her fame may be almost said to be posthumous. Very far from intoxicating was the measure of renown which came to her, though she re- ceived a kind note from the Countess of Morley, and what was of much more value, the intelligence that she had pleased Warren Hastings. A lioness she never be- came, nor, though publication brought her to London, does she seem to have formed literary acquaintances or mixed in the intellectual world. In the autumn of 1815 she was in town, but it was not to attend literary parties, but to nurse her brother Harry through a dan- gerous fever and slow convalescence at his house in Hans Place. It was on this occasion, however, that a curious com- pliment was paid her. Her brother was attended by one of the Prince Regent's physicians who knew her secret. One day he told her that the Prince greatly admired her novels, and kept a set of them in each of his resi- dences, and that, learning that she was in London, his Royal Highness had desired Mr. Clarke, the librarian of Carlton House, to wait on her. Mr. Clarke came, took her to Carlton House, ■; > r I \i «o £//^£ OF principally by the tremendous alarm-bell of the French Revolution. In her day " Tristram Shandy " could not have been tolerated, much less would its writer have had any chance of a bishopric. The great novelist of the period, though a thorough man-of-the-world, is as pure as the burn that runs from a Scotch mountain side. In Jane Austen's writings there is now and then a faint trace of the coarseness of the preceding age. She puts a round oath into the mouths of Jack Thorpe and Lieutenant Price. Both are meant to be coarse and repulsive ; but in our time the counterpart of Jane Austen would scarcely pen an oath. We are reminded, too, that duel- ling had not gone out of fashion. " Elinor sighed over the fancied necessity of this (duel), but to a man and a soldier she presumed not to censure it." This was written in a rectory. That Jane Austen held up the mirror to her time must be remembered when she is charged with want of deli- cacy in dealing with the relations between the sexes, and especially in speaking of the views of women with regard to matrimony. 'Women in those days evidently did con- sider a happy marriage as the best thing that destiny could have in store for them. They desired it for them- selves and they sought it for their daughters. Other views had not opened out to them ; they had not thought of professions or public life, nor had it entered into the mind of any of rhem that maternity was not the highest duty and the crown of womanhood. Apparently they also confessed their aims to themselves and to each other with a frankness which would be deemed indeli- cate in our time. The more worldly and ambitious .i- JANE AUSTEN. 61 of them sought in marriage rank and money, and avowed that they did, whereas they would not avow it at the present day. j Gossip and speculation on these subjects were common and more unrefined than they are now, and they naturally formed a large part of the amusement of the ooulent and idle class from which Jane Austen's characters were drawn. She only preserves dramatic truth. Often, too, she is ironical ; the love of irony is a feature of her mind, and for this also allowance must be made. She does not approve or reward match- making or husband-hunting. Mrs. Jennings, the great matchmaker in " Sense and Sensibility," is also a paragon of vulgarity. Mrs. Norris's matchmaking in " Mansfield Park " leads to the most calamitous results. Charlotte Lucas in "Pride and Prejudice," who unblushingly avows that her object is a husband with a good income, gets what she sought, but you are made to see that she has bought it dear. So with regard to the question of money. Jane is thoroughly practical. She admits that a sufficiency of money is essential to happiness, but she rebukes the craving for anything more than a sufficiency. She dis- tinctly protests against mercenary marriage, and bringc it to shame both in the case of WilloughV ' in " Sense and Sensibility" and in that of William Elliot in "Per- suasion." She protests, in the former of these tales, against separating two young people who were attached to each other on the mere ground of money, and, in the latter, she makes misery result from the breaking off of an engagement on the same grounds. She says that a man would like to give a woman a more comfortable 8 (\tv 1 I I 1 I ' M 52 LIFE OF } home than that from which he takes her, and she implies that the woman would like to have the more comfortable home given her; but in this she commits no treason against love. Still she is practical, and so apparently was Shakespeare. After all, the heroines of romantic and sentimental novels seldom end in poverty : often they marry young gentlemen of large fortune. Of Jane's six heroines, three are made happy by clergymen of moderate incomes ; one marries an officer in the navy, with no fortune but his pay and his prize-money ; one marries a n\an of moderate estate, who holds his place in her heav;. against more brilliant expectations ; and the sixth, though only an old man's life stands between her and poverty, refuses the owner of a splendid mansion and a great estate, with high family and social rank into the bargain. This would hardly, even in our own days of disinterested affection, be called an inordinate sacri- fice of female hearts to Mammon. Not in one instance is it sug^'r -sted chat a heroine is moved by anything but love. "The enthr lasm of a woman's love," it is said of Fanny in "I i!ansfield Park," "is even beyond the bio- grapher's. To he^" the handwriting of the man she loves itself, independent of anything it may convey, is a blessedness." The good Sir Robert Harry Inglis, while he intensely admired Miss Austen, could never speak of her without lamenting the absence of any reference to religion, which he would perhaps have liked her to introduce after the fashion of Mrs. Barbauld or Hannah More. The absence of reference to religion is not total. In " Mansfield Park " the ruin of two young ladies is 'r JANE AUSTEN. 53 ascribed to the neglect of those who brought them up to make their religion practical as well as theo- retical. In another tale, it is alleged as an objection to a lover that he is in the habit of travelling on Sundays. However, in those days genteel people, except in very special circles, such as those around Bishop Porteus or Simeon, whatever their sentiments might be, did not talk about religion. This was due, no doubt, largely to indifference; but in some degree it also proceeded from reverence. There can be no doubt about the profoundly religious character of John- son, yet he did not talk much about religion, nor is there much about it in his works. Jane Austen's end we know was religious, and there is not the slightest reason for doubting that her life was, or that her allegiance to duty had religion for its basis. In this as in everything else, she was sure to be moderate and unenthusiastic. Her model of a preacher, she lets us see, was the moderate and very far from enthusiastic Blair. This may be thought hardly creditable either to her spiritual or her literary taste. Blair, once so famous, has now become an object of ridicule. His rhetorical flourishes, it is true, are some- times insufferable. But those who have patience to read him will find that there were grounds for his popularity. His ethics are sound ; his view of life and duty is sensible ; and he sets forth an ideal of religious character attainable by people of the world. Johnson spoke of him with respect, though he was a Scotchman and a Presbyterian. The standard of clerical duty in those days was low t fl w, 'li ,1 64 LIFE OF V"^ \i : compared with what it is now. The Established Church, though its slumber had been a little disturbed by Methodism, had not been thoroughly aroused by the formidable advance of Political Dissent and Rationalism hand in hand with Democracy. It was still thought enough if a clergyman went decently through the services on Sunday, christened, married and buried, and perhaps gave a little help and advice to the poor. Non-residence and pluralism were common and were licensed by opinion. Livings were treated like any other kinds of property, were bought and sold without misgiving or disguise, and were the usual provision for a younger son. In this as in other respects, Jane Austen's novels faithfully reflect the little world in which she lived. She shows herself rather in advance of her age by making the patron of a living insist on residence when he gives it to the younger son, instead of allowing the son to continue living at the paternal mansion and ride over to his parish once a week to do duty. Pluralism she could not have denounced without con- demning her own father, who held two livings, though they were close together. On the social importance of the clerical office she dwells emphatically in the form of a reply to a worldly and ambitious woman who does not like to marry a clergyman, and she magnifies the gift of preaching. If she has gibbeted clerical syco- phancy in the person of Mr. Collins, this does not show that she despised the clergy, but that she wished to laugh the clergy out of a sycophancy which disgraced tlie profession. Even Mr. Collins, though absurd, is not represented as otherwise than sincere, and it is by JANE AUSTEN. 55 painting religious hypocrites that novelists have given the most deadly blows to religion. Sir Robert Inglis would not have denied that Jane Austen's morality is pure, or that her moral judgment and her estimate of character are sound. She is far indeed from any idea of making sentimental capital, as Bulwer does, by tampering with the moral law. If she often playfully exposes insincerity and self-deception, if she sometimes, especially in the freshness of her youth, says things which verge on cynicism, she is never really cynical, nor does she ever shake our faith in virtue. When she speaks of duty, different as her strain may be from that of Wordsworth, the ring is as true as that of his Ode. On the other hand, to the class now much in vogue of novels with a purpose or propagandist novels, those of Jane Austen emphatically do not belong. Her object as a writer of fictio n_is not to form your socialrT*9t-i death — couUl iiear it no longer — must go and sit in the shade.' " Here is one more instance out of a hundred of the same faculty : " When the ladies withdrew to the drawing-room after dinner, this poverty was particularly evident, for the gentleman had supplied the discourse with some variety — the variety of politics, enclosing land, and breaking horses— but then it was all over, and one subject only engaged the ladies till coiVee came in, which was the comparative heights of Harry Dashwood and Lady Middleton's second son, William, who were nearly of the same age. *' Had both the children been there, the aflTair might have been determined too easily by measuring them at once ; but as Harry only was present, it was all conjectural assertions on both sides, and everybody had a right to be equally positive in their opinion, and to repeat it over and over again as often as they liked. " The parties stood thus : " The two mothers, though each really convinced that her own son was the tallest, politely decided in favour of the other. "The two grandmothers, with not less partiality, but more sincerity, were equally earnest in support of their own descendant. " Lucy, who was hardly less ?.nxious to please one parent than the other, thought the boys were both remarkably tall for their age^ and could not conceive that there could be the smallest difference in the world between them ; and Miss Steele, with yet greater address, gave it, as fast as she could, in favour of each. " Elinor, having once delivered her opinion on William's side, by which she offended Mrs. Ferrars, and Fanny still more, did not see the necessity of enforcing it by any farther assertion ; and Marianne, when called on for hers, offended them all by declaring that she had no opinion to give, as she had never thought about it." Nor are we ever led to feel that the writer is going out of her way to make a description. The elaboration^ ii ! JANE AUSTEN. 05 though wonderful, seems as natural as that of a fine miniature. The scene just given is not excrescence, since it develops the character of those who take part in it. [e, by )t see inne. It she This, meagre as ii is, is pretty much the sum of what we know about the woman. The artist can only be presented by giving an account of her works. In doing this our object will be not only to introduce and com- mend them to those, many we fear in number especially among people under fifty, who have not yet read them, but to help as far as we can in the appreciation, or at all events the study of their construction, of the fine touches of art with which they abound, and of the varieties of social character which they portray. We would endeavour, in other words, to furnish not only an introduction, but a guide to the treasure-house of Jane Austen's writings. It may be safely said that not only the guide but the introduction is needed by a great mass even of pretty- well-read people on both sides, and especially on the American side, of the Atlantic. A flood of modem fiction pours in, and sensationalism prevails. Jane Austen's tales are known to relate to a by-gone time; they are known to be quiet and devoid of thrilling incident ; they are spoken of respectfully as classi'^s, and as classics allowed to rest upon the shelf. |omg Ition^ I • \h ■'' I 'I CHAPTER II. M •J P RIDE and Prejudice " has been generally thought the best of the series. Philip Darcy is Pride ; Elizabeth Bennet is Prejudice -, and the plot is the struggle of their mutual attraction against their mutual repulsion, ending in love and marriage. Elizabeth has been playfully pronounced a charming being by her creatress, who perhaps mtide her partly in h:'- own image. She is not supremely beautiful, but - has force and charm of character, excellent sense, and a lively wit. She is the second of the five daughters of Mr. Bennet, the owner of Longbourn, with an estate of two thousand a year, and thus ranking among the gentry of the second degree. Her father is " a mixture of quick parts, sarcastic humour, reserve and caprice." Her mother is an almost incredibly silly and vulgar woman, whose pretty face lured Mr. Bennet into an intellectual misalliance, the consequences of which cause him to shut himself up a good deal in his library and take little thought of his family, while he makes them the butts of his caustic wit. Jane, the eldest daughter, is a great beauty, faultless in character and amiable to the verge of insipidity. Mary is a bookworm and a moralizing LIFE OF JA^E AUSTEN. 67 pedant. Lizzy and Kitty are like their mother, silly, vulgar, giggling girls, always running after the officers of the regiment quartered at Meryton, the little neighbouring town. As Mr. Bennet's estate — he having no son — is entailed on a cousin, Mrs. Bennet may be excused for anxiety to see her daughters well married, though not for the way she sets about it or the flagrancy of her match- making. The connections of the family are commercial and ungenteel. Mr. Philip Darcy is a young man of the highest family, with a great estate. His mind and character are intrinsically excellent, but their excellence is masked by pride. An only son, he has, by his own confession, " been spoiled by his parents, taught what was right but not taught to conceal his temper, given good principles, but left to follow them in pride and conceit, allowed, encouraged, almost taught to be selfish and overbearing, to care for none beyond his own family circle, to think meanly of all the rest of the world, to wish at least to think meanly of their sense and worth compared with his own." The drama opens with the arrival in the Bennets' neighbourhood of a friend of Darcy, Mr. Bingley, who takes Netherfield, a large house, with some intention of settling. As Mr. Bingley is rich and unmarried, Mrs. Bennet's hopes are at once excited, and Mr. Bennet is teased into calling on the new-comer. Darcy is on a visit to Bingley, and is thus brought into contact with Elizabeth Bennet and her family. At a Meryton ball, where they first meet, Darcy displays his pride and forfeits popularity by stalking about the room without dancing, and treating everybody as beneath his notice. H m 68 LIFE OF !!•!, Elizabeth overhears him speaking of her disparagingly, and declining to be introduced to her. Afterwards, seeing more of her, he is visibly attracted to her, and feels the charm of her character. His ice begins to thaw under her playful rallying. He hovers about her, and passages occur between them which are evidently preludes to love. But he is repelled by the insufferable vulgarity of the inferior members of her family, especially her mother, as well as by her mercantile connections. Mr. Bingley has with him his two fashionable and dashing but low- minded sisters, Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley ; and Miss Bingley, who is herself angling outrageously for Darcy, does her best to set him against Elizabeth. Bingley himself meanwhile has fallen deeply in love with the lovely and amiable Jane. Elizabeth dreams of nothing less than of the conquest she is making of Darcy. At this juncture a comical suitor appears for her hand in the person of the Rev. Mr. Collins, heir-presumptive to Longbourn, who proposes by marrying one of his fair cousins to make them amends for cutting them out of the property, and at the same time to fulfil the behest of his patroness, the Lady Catherine de Bourgh, whose pleasure \i is that he should marry. He proposes in solemn form r.nd is rejected, to the great disgust of Mrs. Bennet, who little dreams for what high destiny her daughter is reserved, and thinks of Mr. Darcy only as a haughty, disagreeable man. The love affairs are advanced by a visit of some days paid by the two sisters to Netherfield, where Jane, thanks to her mother's scheming, is laid up with a bad cold and Elizabeth goes to attend her. Darcy shows his interest in Elizabeth by defending her against JANE A USTEN. 69 I the malice of Bingley's sisters and the jealousy of one of them, while Bingley is manifestly on the point of proposing to Jane, But all is apparently ruined by a ball at Netherfield at which the objectionable portion of the Bennet family displays its character in a fatal manner. Mrs. Bennet talks of her expectations for her daughter Jane within earshot of Darcy, and Mary exhibits her accomplishments with disastrous effect by singing two songs after supper. Darcy casts Elizabeth out of his heart, persuades Bingley to give up Jane, Bingley's two sisters of course lending their sinister aid, and the whole party takes flight from Netherfield to town. Jane is left forlorn, and Elizabeth, divining what has happened and who are the authors of it, deeply resents the injury done to her sister. Her prejudice against Darcy has been strengthened by her intercourse, which at one time seems approaching a dangerous point, with Wickham, an officer of the militia regiment quartered at Meryton, and a very fascinating young man. Wickham is the son of a trusted steward of Darcy's father, and had been bequeathed by the old gentleman to his heir's liberality and care. He has a dark tale of wrong to tell against Darcy, whom he paints with artful touches as not only the haughtiest and coldest, but the most selfish and unfeeling of men. Elizabeth is ready to believe anything bad of Darcy, and her reliance on the truth of Wickham's tale is not shaken by seeing that it is Wickham who avoids meeting Darcy, not Darcy who avoids meeting Wickham. Thus a double wall of adamant seems to have been raised between Elizabeth and Darcy. But destiny is not to be baffled, and the barrier opens ':4l i r 70 LIFE OF . I again. Mr. Collins, rejected by Elizabeth, has been accepted by her practical friend, Miss Charlotte Lucas. Elizabeth goes to stay with them at the parsonage, close to Rosings, the seat of Lady Catherine de Bourgh, patroness of the living and aunt of Darcy. Lady Catherine is an insolent aristocrat, tyrannizing over everybody about her, meddling with everybody's busi- ness, and slavishly adored by Mr. Collins. She has a sickly, pampered daughter, whom she destines to marry Darcy, so as to unite the Rosings and Pemberley estates. At the same time, of course, Darcy comes to visit his aunt, and as the party at tl ■ parsonage is often honoured with a command to make up her ladyship's dinner-party at Rosings, intercourse with Elizabeth is renewed. With the renewal of his intercourse with Elizabeth, Darcy's love revives, and perhaps its revival is assisted by the admiration evidently felt for her by his friend, Colonel Fitzwilliam, who has come with him to Rosings. Once more he hovers about her with a mixture in his manner of interest and constraint, which denotes an internal struggle. He surprises her and the rest of the party by calling familiarly at the parsonage, he haunts her favourite walk : the mistress of the parsonage begins to suspect the truth, but to Elizabeth it appears impossible. One evenirj, knowing Elizabeth to be alone, he suddenly, and to her great astonishment, presents himself at the parsonage. Unluckily for him, she has extracted from his friend. Colonel Fitzwilliam, complete confirmation of her suspicion that he it was who had persuaded Bingley to give up Jane, and she had been bnoding over Jane's melancholy letters when he entered. She had, in fact, JANE A USTEN. 71 been prevented from going with the Collinses to dine at Rosings by a headache which her agitation had caused. There follows this scene, in which Pride encounters Prejudice with a violence which seems finally to wreck their predestined happiness : " In a hurried manner he immediately began an inquiry after her health, imputing his visit to a wish of hearing that she were better. She answered him with cold civility. He sat c'own for a few mo- ments, and then getting up, walked about the room. Elizabeth was surprised, but said not a word. After a silence of several minutes, he came towards her in an agitated manner, and thus began : " 'In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.' " Elizabeth's astonishment was beyond expression. She started, coloured, doubted, and was silent. This he considered sufficient encouragement, and the avowai of all that he felt, and had long felt for her, immediately followed. He spoke well ; but there were feelings besides those of the heart to be detailed, and he was not more eloquent on the subject of tenderness than of pride. His sense of her inferiority — of its being a degradation — of the family obstacles which judgment had always opposed to inclination, were dwelt on- with a warmth which seemed due to the consequence he was wounding, but was very unlikely to recommend his suit. " In spite of her deeply-rooted dislike, she could not be insensi- ble to the compliment of such a man's affection, and though her intentions did not vary for an instant, she was at first sorry for the pain he was to receive ; till, roused to resentment by his subsequent language, she lost all compassion in anger. She tried, however, to compose herself to answer hiia with patience, when he should have done. He concluded with representing to her the strength of that attachment which, in spite of all his endeavours, he had found impossible to conquer ; and with expressing his hope, that it would now be rewarded by her acceptance of his hand. As he said this, she could easily see that he had no doubt of a favourable answer. 1'. 72 LIFE OF > ;t \\ \ He spoke of apprehension ?nd anxiety, but his countenance ex- pressed real security. Such a circumstance could only exasperate farther, and, when he ceased, the colour rose in her cheeks, and she said — '"In such cases as this, it is, I believe, the established mode to express a sense of obligation for the sentiments avowed, however unequally they may be returned. It is natural that obligativ n should be felt, and if I could feel gratitude, I would now thank you. But I cannot — I have never desired your good opinion, and you have certainly bestowed it most unwillingly. I am sorry to have occa- sioned pain to any one. It has been most unconsciously done, how- ever, and I hope will be of short duration. The feelings which, yon tell me, have long prevented the acknowledgment of your regard, can have little difficulty in overcoming it after this explana- tion.' "Mr. Darcy, who was leaning against the mantelpiece with his eyes fixed on her face, seemed to catch her words with no less resentment than surprise. His complexion became pale with anger, and the disturbance of h^'s mind was visible in every feature. He was struggling for the appearance of composure, and would not open his lips till he believed himself to have attained it. The pause was to Elizabeth's feelings dreadful. At length, in a voice of forced calmness, he said — " ' And this is all the reply which I am to have the honour of expecting ! I might, perhaps, wish to be informed why, with so little endeavour at civility, I am thus rejected. But it is of small importance.' '"I might as well inquire,' replied she, ' why with so evident a design of offending and insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your will, against your reason, and even against your character ? Was not this some excuse for incivility, if I -..uas uncivil ? But I have other provocations. You know I have. Had not my own feelings decided against you — had they been indifferent, Qi- had ihey even been favourable, do you think that any con- sideration would tempt me to accept the man who has been the means of ruining, perhaps for ever, the happiness of a beloved sister ? ' " As she pronounced these words, Mr. Darcy changed colour ; JANE AUSTEN. 78 ir; but the emotion was short, and he listened without attempting to interrupt her while she continued — " ' I have every reason in the world to think ill of you. No motive can excuse the unjust and ungenerous part you acted there. You dare not, you cannot deny that you have been the principal, if not the only means of dividing them from each other, — of exposing one to the censure of the world for caprice and instability, the other to its derision lor disappointed hopes, and involving them both in misery of the acutest kind.' " She paused, and saw with no slight indignation that he was listening with an air which proved him wholly unmoved by any feeling of remorse. He even looked at her with a smile of affected incredulity. ** ' Can you deny that you have done it? ' she repeated. *' With assumed tranquillity he then replied, ' I have no wish of denying that I did everything in my power to separate my friend from your sister, or that I rejoice in my success. Towards him I have been kinder than towards myself.' "Elizabeth disdained the appearance of noticing this civil reflection, but its meaning did not escape, nor was it likely to con- ciliate her. " ' But it is not merely this affair,' she continued, 'on which my dislike is founded. Long before it had taken place, my opinion of you was decided. Your character was unfolded in the recital which I received many months ago from Mr. Wickham. On this subject, what can you have to say ? In what imaginary act of friendship can you here defend yourself? or under what mis- representations can you here impose upon others ? ' " 'You take an eager interest in that gentleman's concerns,' said Darcy, in a less tranquil tone, and with a heightened colour. " ' Who that knows what his misfortunes have been, can help feeling an interest in him ? ' '"His misfortunes!' repeated Darcy, contemptuously; 'yes, his misfortunes have been great indeed.' '"And of your infliction,' cried Elizabeth, with energy. 'You have reduced him to his present state of poverty — comparative poverty. You have withheld the advantages which you must know to have been designed for him. You have deprived the best years . m 74 LIFE OF fv of his life of that independence which was no less his due than his desert. You have done all this ! and yet you can treat the mention of his misfortunes with contempt and ridicule.' " * And this,' cried Darcy, as he walked with quick steps across the room, ' is your opinion of me ! This is the estimation in which you hold me ! I thank you for explaining it so fully. My faults, according to this calculation, are heavy indeed ! But perhaps,' added he, stopping in his walk, and turning towards her, ' these offences might have bcon ovetlooked, had not your pride been hurt by my honest <"' isicn of the scruples that had long prevented my forming any se .. Je i^^' . These bitter accusations might have been suppressed, jd I, w ;'h -reater policy, concealed my struggles, and flattered you into thebei;>.i of my being impelled by unqualified, unalloyed inclination ; by reason, by reflection, by everything. But disguise of every sort is my abhorrence. Nor am I ashamed of the feelings I related. They were natural anu just. Could you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your connections? — to congratulate myself on the hope of relations whose condition in life is so decidedly beneath my own ? ' " Elizabeth felt herself growing more angry every moment; yet she tried to the utmost to speak with composure when she said — " 'You are mistaken, Mr. Darcy, if you suppose that the mode of your declaration affected me in any other way, than as it spared me the concern which I might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner. ' " She saw him start at this, but he said nothing, and she con- tinued — " ' You could not have made me the offer of your hand in any possible way that would have tempted me to accept it.' "Again his astonishment was obvious; and he looked at her with an expression of mingled incredulity and mortification. She went on : " ' From the very beginning — from the first moment, I may alm.ost say — of my acquaintance with you, your manners impressing me wi.h the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form that groundwork of disapprobation, on which succeeding events have built so immovable a dislike ; and I had not known you a month JANE AUSTEN. 75 before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry.' •• ' You have said quite enough, madam. 1' perfectly compre- hend your feelings, and have now only to be ashamed of what my own have been. Forgive me for having taken up so much of your time, and accept my best wishes for your health and happiness. ' ** And with these words he hastily left the room, and Elizabeth heard liim the next moment open the front door and quit the house." Next morning Darcy waylays Elizabeth in her walk, and puts Into her hand a long letter, in which, without renewing his addresses, he defends himself against the two charges of cruelly wrecking her sister's happiness, and of having wronged Wickham. As to the first, he admits that he interfered, but he pleads ignorance of any strong attachment on the part of Jane. To the second charge he replies by giving the true version of the stor^ ,, which shows that he had behaved as well as possible to Wickham, and that Wickham was an ungrateful scoun- drel. In justifying his interference between Bingley and Jane, he is led to make some stringent remarks on the objectionable members of the Bennet family, though he compliments Jane and Elizabeth by contrast. The letter, though read at first with aversion and incredulity, tells in the end. Elizabeth feels that she has been rash in believing Wickham. She also feels that though Darcy's mode of proffering his hand, his avowal of the struggle undergone by his pride, and his assurance of being accepted, were offensive, she may be proud of having won and kept the affection of such a rnan. All now seems over, but of course is not. Elizabeth is on a tour in Derbyshire with her worthy uncle and I ' 70 LIFE OF ■ )! aunt, Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner. They find themselves near Pemberley, Darcy's country seat, and as it is a show place, Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner go to see it. Elizabeth accompanies them, after duly assuring herself that its master is not at home. It is a noble mansion with a beautiful park and grounds. Elizabeth cannot help reflecting that she might have been mistress of it. They talk to the housekeeper, an old servant, who gives them a glowing account of her master's kindness of heart, the affection felt for him by all about him, and his excellence as a brother, painting him exactly the reverse of that which he had been painted by Wickham. Suddenly, to Elizabeth's confusion, Darcy himself appears, having been brought home by business a day before he was expected, and in advance of the rest of his party, which consists of Bingley and his two sisters. The meeting is awkward at first, but presently it appears that Darcy is a changed man. All his haughtiness and coldness have departed. He is courtesy itself; does with the utmost grace the honours, of his beautiful and sumptuous home ; begs to be introduced to Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner, anu pays them the greatest attention, though they are com- mercial. He invites them to Pemberley. He takes his sister Georgiana over to call on them and Elizabeth at their inn, Bingley also is most cordial. Mrs. Gardiner sees the direction in which matters are tending. Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley see it too, and renew their malicious efforts, but without success. Miss Bingley at last gets her quietus. She reminds Darcy of his having once said that he should no more think of calling Elizabeth a beauty than of calling her mother a wit, adding, " but afterwards JANE AUSTEN. 77 she seemed to improve on you, and I believe you thought her rather pretty at one time." ** Yes," is Darcy's reply, " but that was only when I first knew her, for it is many months since I have considered her one of the hand- somest women of ray acquaintance." Georgiana Darcy seconds by her amiability the advances of her brother, and her shyness suggests that he also may sometimes have been only shy when he appeared to be proud. But the sky of love so rapidly brightening is once more overcast. News arrives that the feather-headed Lydia Bennet has run away with VVickham from Brighton, wher^ his regiment has been encamped and she has been staying. An avalanche of affliction and shame has fallen upon the Bennet family, the head of which now sees with anguish how faulty he has been in not looking to the conduct of his wife and daughters. This seems a fatal blow. To Darcy's personal fastidiousness and family pride the Bennet connection will now be more intolerable than ever. The contrary is the result. Darcy's pride has been thoroughly subdued by love, and the disaster which has befallen the family of the object of his attachment only serves to call forth the deeper and nobler part of his character. Without dis- closing his intentions he hastens to London, where VVickham and Lydia have concealed themselves, uses his knowledge of Wickham's previous connections and habits to discover their hiding-place, persuades Wick- ham to make Lydia an honest woman, pays his debts, undertakes to buy him a commission, and, to crown all, bows his pride so far as to be present at the marriage. AH this he does, without letting the Bennets know it^ if ! Mm if'.i i f i.- 1 )'■ - ) t ■' ■■■'^ ^ / - 78 LIFE OF 1 t under cover of Mr. Gardiner's name, but the truth is revealed to Elizabeth by Lydia, and produces its natural impression on her mind. Rumours having reached Lady Catherine de Bourgh of an engagement between her nephew and Elizabeth, that dragonness comes thunder- ing to Longbourn, pounces on Elizabeth, draws her to a private interview, and threatens the daring girl with her high displeasure if she presumes to think of the hand of the man destined for Miss de Bourgh. Elizabeth com- ports herself with firmness and discretion, and Lady Catherine seals the doom of her own ambition by reporting to Darcy that Elizabeth had refused to renounce him. After this all goes smoothly. First Bingley proposes to Jane. Then Darcy proposes to Elizabeth in a strain very different from that in which he made his first offer. The curtain falls amidst the comical transports of Mrs. Bennet over the marriage of three daughters, and Mr. Bennet, after giving his consent in his library to the marriage of Elizabeth with Darcy, only remarks that if there are other young men who want to marry his daughters, he is at leisure and they may come in. Lord Brabourne says that Darcy is the only one of his great-aunt's heroes for whom he feels much regard. Darcy 's character has certainly more than any other in the set the *' intricacy " which Jane Austen thought the great source of interest. Underlying his unamiable exterior, he has generous qualities which his love of Elizabeth brings out ; and that her first rejection of him, instead of estranging, cures him of his pride is a proof of the real depth and nobleness of his character. JANE AUSTEN, 79 His pride and self-love, however, in the early scenes are somewhat overdone. No well-bred man would behave as he does in the Meryton ball-room. Nobody but a pupi)y would ri ply when he was asked to let himself be introduced to a young lady, " She is tolerable, but not handsome enou'^h to tempt me ; and I am in no humour at present to give consecjuence to young ladies who are slighted by other men." No man of sense would say of himself, especially to a woman with whom he had only just become acquainted, " I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of the understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yielding — cer- tainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of others as soon as I ought, nor their offences against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost is lost for ever." Such might be the thoughts of a man brought up in isolation by an idolizing household and with exaggerated ideas of his personal and family consequence, and they might reveal them- selves in his conduct, but they would not escape his lips. Of the minor characters by far the most amusing is Mr. Collins, with his solemn priggishness and his worship of his patroness. Lady Catherine de Bourgh. Most exquisite is the scene in which he makes Elizabeth an offer of his hand. *' Mrs. Bennet and Kitty walked off, and as soon as they were gone Mr. Collins began. '^ i ^^H^BHl' ^\ 1 \\ ^ipfli ji f \ ■ J 80 LIFE OF m. H " ' Believe me, my clear Miss Elizabeth, that your modesty, so far from doing yi' ny disservice, rather adds to your other perfections. You would have b^en less amiable in my eyes had there not been this little unwillingness ; but allow me to assure you, that I have your respected motner's permission for this address. You can hardl," doul:'. the purport of my discourse, however your natural delicacy may lead you to dissemble ; my attentions have been too marked to be mistaken. Almost as soon as I entered the house, I single; you out as the companion of my future life. But before I am run away with by my feelings on this subject, perhaps it will be advisable for me to stal i my reasons lor mariying — and moreover for coming into Hertfordshire with the design of selecting a wife, as I • ertainly did.' "The idea of Mr. Colb'ns, with all his solemn composure, being run away with by his feelii.qs, made Elizabeth so near laughing, that she could not use the shovt pause he allowed in any attempt to stop him fariher, and ho continued : — «< ' My reasons for marrying are, first, that I think it a right thing for every clergyman in easy circumstances (like myself) to set the example of matrimony in his parish ; secondly, that I am convinced it will add very greatly to my happiness ; and thirdly — which per- haps I ought to have mentioned earlier — that it is the particular advice and recommendation of the very noble lady whom I have the honour of calling patroness. Twice has she condescended to give me her opinion (unasked too !) on this subject ; and it was but the very Saturday night before I left Ilunsford — between our pools at quadrille, while Mrs. Jenkinson was arranging Miss de Bourgh's footstool, that she said, '* Mr. Collins, you must marry. A clergy- man like you must marry. Choose properly, choose a gentlewoman for my sake ; and for your own, let her be an active, useful sort of person, not brought up high, but able to make a small income go a good way. This is my advice. Find such a woman as soon as you can, bring her to Hunsford, and I will visit her." Allow me, by the way, to observe, my fair cousin, that I do not reckon the notice and kindness of Lady Catherine de Bourgh as among the least of the advantages in my power to offer. You will find her manners beyond anything I can describe ; and your wit and vivacity, I think, must be acceptable to her, especially when tempered with the silence and JANE AUSTEN. 81 respect which her rank will inevitably excite. Thus much for my general intention in favour of matrimony ; it remains to be told why my views were directed to Longbourn instead of my own neigh- bourhood, where I assure you there are many amiable young women. But the fact is, that being, as I am, to inherit this estate after the death of your honoured father (who, however, may live many years longer), I could not satisfy myself without resolving to choose a wife from among his daughters, that the loss to them might be as little as possible, when the melancholy event takes place — which, however, as I have already said, may not be for several years. This has been my motive, my fair cousin, and I flatter myself it will not sink me in your esteem. And now nothing remains for me but to assure you in the most animated language of the violence of my affection. To fortune I am perfectly indifferent, and I shall make no demand of that nature on your father, since I am well aware that it could not be complied with ; and that one thousand pounds in the Four Per Cents, which will not be yours till after your mother's decease, is all that you may ever be entitled to. On that head, therefore, I shall be uniformly silent ; and you may assure yourself that no ungenerous reproach shall ever pass my lips when we are married.' " It was absolutely necessary to interrupt him now. *' ' You are too hasty, sir,' she cried. • You forget that I have made no answer. Let me do it without farther loss of time. Accept my thanks for the compliment you are paying me. I am very sensible of the honour of your proposals, but it is impossible for me to do otherwise than decline them.' " ' I am not now to learn,' replied Mr. Collins, with a formal wave of the hand, ' that it is usual with young ladies to reject the addresses of the man whom they secretly mean to accept, when he first applies for their favour ; and that sometimes the refusal is repeated a second or even a third time. I am therefore by no means discouraged by what you have just said, and shall hope to lead you to the altar ere lon_:j.' *' ' Upon my word, sir,' cried Elizabeth, ' your hope is rather an extraordinary one after my declaration. I do assure you that I am not one of those young ladies (if such young ladies there are) who are so daring as to risk their happiness on the chance of being asked f^^l 1^ 1 IB 1 ^' '- ^mW 1 . 91 / ^ ^ Ji 82 LIFE OF ii I a second time. I am perrectly serious in my refusal. You coulil not make me happy, and I am convinced that I am the last woman in the world who would make you so. Nay, were your friend Lady Catherine to know me, I am persuaded she would find me in every respect ill-qualified for the situation.' '"Were it certain that Lady Catherine would think so,' said Mr. Collins very gravely — ' but I cannot imagine that her ladyship would at all disapprove of you. And you may be certain that ■when I have the honour of seeing her again, I shall speak in the highest terms of your modesty, economy, and other amiable qualifications.' '"Indeed, Mr. Collins, all praise of me will be unnecessary. You must give me leave to judge for mysel."", and pay me the com- pliment of believing what I say. I wish yc u very happy and very rich, and by refusing your hand, do all in n-.y power to prevent your being otherwise. In making me the offer, you must have satisfied the delicacy of your feelings with regard to my family, and may take possession of Longbourn estate whenever it falls, without any self-reproach. This matter may be considered, therefore, as finally settled.' And rising as she thus spoke, she would have quitted the room, had not Mr. Collins thus addressed her : " ' When I do myself the honour of speaking to you next on this subject, I shall hope to receive a more favourable answer than you have now given me ; though I am far from accusing you of cruelty at present, because I know it to be the established custom of your sex to reject a man on the first application, and perhaps you have even now said as much to encourage my suit as would be consistent with the true delicacy of the female character.' "'Really, Mr. Collins,' cried Elizabeth, with some warmth, ■* you puzzle me cKceedingly. If what I have hitherto said can appear to you in the f(jrm of encouragement, I know not how lO express my refusal in such a way as may convince you of its being one.' " ' You must give me leave to flatter myself, my dear cousin, that your refusal of my addresses are merely words of course. My reasons for believing it are briefly these : — It does not appear to me that my hand is unworthy your acceptance, or that the establishment I can offer would bo any other than highly desirable. My situation JANE AUSTEN. 88 in life, my connections with the family of De Bourgh, and my Tvilationship to your own, are circumstances highly in my favour ; and you should take it into further consideration, that in spite of your manifold attractions, it is 1iy no means certain that another offer of marriage may ever he made you. Your portion is unhappily so small, that it will in all likelihood undo the effects of your love- liness and amiable qualifications. As I must therefore conclude that you are not serious in your rejection of me, I shall choose to attribute it to your wish of increasing my love by suspense, accord- ing to the usual practice of elegant females.' " ' I do assure you, sir, that I have no pretension whatever to that kind cf elegance which consists in tormenting a respectable man. I would rather be paid the compliment of being believed to be sincere. I thank you again and again for the honour you have done me in your proposals, Init to accept them is absolutely impos- sible. My feelings in every respect forbid it. Can I speak plainer? Do not consider me now as an elegant female, intending to plague you, but as a rational creature, speaking the truth from her heart.' " ' You are uniformly charming ! ' cried he, with an air of awk- ward gallantry ; * and I am persuaded that when sanctioned by the express authority of both your excellent parents, my proposals will not fail of being acceptable.' " ♦ Charming, too, is Mr. Collins's letter of condolence to Mr. Bennet on the distress and disgrace which had been brought on the Longbourn family by Lydia's elope- ment with Wickham. " My dear Sir, — I feel myself called upon, by our relation- ship, and my situation in life, to condole with you on the grievous affliction you are now suffering under, of which we were vi 'erday informed by a letter from Hertfordshire. Be assured iny dear sir, that Mrs. Collins and myself sincer-^ly sympathize with you, and all your respectable family, in your present distress, which must he of the bitterest kind, because proceeding from a cause which no time can remove. No arguments shall be wanting on my part I,:-) I' / 84 LIFE OF tl.at can alleviate so severe a misfortune — or t'lat may comfort yor under a circumstance that must be of all others most afflicting to a parent's mind. Thf death of your daughter would have been a blessing in comparison of this. And it is the more to be lamented, because there is reason to suppose, as my dear Charlotte informs me, that this licentiousness of behaviour in your daughter has pro- ceeded from a faulty degree of indulgence ; though, at the same time, for the consolation of yourself and Mrs. Bennet, I ran inclined to think that her own disposition must be naturally bad, or she could not be guilty of such an enormity at so early an age. How- soever that may be, you are grievously to be pitied ; in which opinion I am not only joined by Mrs. Collins, but likewise by Lady Catherine ard her daughter, to whom I have related the aftair. They agree with me in apprehending that this false step in one daughter w'U be injurious to the fortunes of all the others ; for who, as Lady Catherine herself condescendingly says, will connect them- selves with such a family? And this consideration leads me more- over to reflect, with augmented satisfaction, on a certain event of last November ; for had it been otherwise, 1 must have been involved in all your sorrow and disgrace. Let me advise you tlien, my dear sir, to console yourself as much as possible, to throw off your unworthy chikl from your affection for ever, and leave her to reap the fruits of her own heinous offence. " I am, dear Sir, &c., i^c." Mr. Collins has been justly described as the repre- sentative, under a somewhat altered form, of the servile domestic chaplain of the severiLocnth century. He was a possible character in Jane Austen's day. Perhaps a vestige of him might be found even now. Mr. Bennet's dry humour is another great source of fun. The scene in which he tantalizes his wife and daughters about calling at Netherfield is a happy opening of the tale. " Lizzy," he says to his daughter, when her opinion has turned out wiser than his own, " I bear you no ill-will for being justified in your advice to me last ^ \^T- \ "v /JNE A USTEN. 85 jepre- ;ivile was .ps a :e of and ung her vou last May, which, considering the event, shows some greatness of mind." His wife says plaintively that after his death she will be turned out of her house by Mr. Collins as the heir in tail. " My dear," he replies, " do not give way to such gloomy thoughts. Let us hope for better things. Let us flatter ourselves that I may be the survivor." He is excellent in playing off Mr. Collins. Mr. Collins asks whether Miss de Bourgh has been presented. " ' I do not remember her name among the ladies at Court.' " ' Her indifferent state of health unhappily prevents her being in town; and Ly that means, as I told Lady Catherine myself one day, has deprived the British court of its brightest ornament. Her lady- ship seemed pleased with the idea ; and you may imagine that I am happy on every occasion to offer those little delicate compliments which are always acceptable to ladies. I have more than once observed to Lady Catherine, that her charming daughter seemed born to be a duchess, and that the most elevated rank, instead of giving her consequence, would be adorned by her. — These are the kind of little things that please her ladyship, and it is a sort of attention which I consider myself peculiarly bound to pay.' " ' You judge very properly,' said Mr. Bennet, ' and it is happy for you that you possess the talent of flattering with delicacy. ?Iay I ask whether these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse of the moment, or are the result of previous study ? ' ' ' ' They arise chiefly from what is passing at the time, and though I sometimes amuse myself with suggesting and arranging such little elegant compliments as may be adapted to ordinary occasions, I always wish to give them as unstudied an air as possible. ' "Mr. Bennet's expectations were fidly answered. His cousin was as absurd as he had hoped, and he listened to him with the keenest enjoyment, maintaining at the same time the most resolute composure of countenance, and except in an occasional glance at Elizabeth, requiring no partner in his pleasure." Nor, the man's character being a compound of sense and W H ii I -i 1^1 4 \ n: y^ 86 LIFE OF weakness, ia there anything unnatural in his having been caught by a pretty face, and married a woman who cannot be a companion to him, and from whose folly and vulgarity he has to take refuge in his books. If she was lively and forward, he, being shy and a recluse, would probably be caught with ease. Certainly Mrs, Bennet is an extreme example of her class, and her silliness does sometimes verge pretty closely on idiocy, as when she flies into an ecstasy of delight over the by- no-means triumphal marriage of Lydia with Wickham, and fancies that they will take one of the great houses in the neighbourhood. She says amusing things, however, in her way. "I do think Mrs. Long is as good a creature as ever lived — and 1 er nieces are very pretty behaved girls, and not at all handsome. I like them prodigiously." There is no saying exactly what persons of quality may have done in Lady Catherine de Bourgh's day. But in these dr.ys her autocracy would be difficult, and her dictatorial insolence would scarcely escape a fall. Her sudden descent with all her terrors to prevent Darcy's marriage is too much for our belief. The basis of the character, however, is natural enough ; and the dinner- party at Rosings, with Mr. Collins acting as hierophant, is very good fun. After all, the features of a comic mask must be a little exaggerated for the stage. A notable though very subordinate character is Charlotte l.uoas. She is a good sensible girl, worthy to be Eiizr.bet/i -: friend. But she is made the vehicle of the most < oarsoiy practical view of matrimony as a pro- vision for a young woman. " I am not romantic," she JANE AUSTEN. 87 pro- she says ; " I never was. I ask only a comfortable homj, and considering Mr. Collins's character, connections, and situation in life, I am convinced that my chance of happiness with him is as fair as most people can boast in entering the marriage state." Accordingly, when Eliza- beth has refused Mr. Collins, Charlotte accepts him without the Slightest hesitation. Mr. Collins, to be sure, was neither sensible nor agreeable ; his society was irk- some, and his attachment to her must be imaginary. But still he would be her husband. Without thinking highly either of men or of matrimony, marriage had always been her object ; it was the only honourable provision for educated women of small fortune, and however un- certain of giving happiness, must be their pleasantest "preservation from want." In Charlotte's philosophy *' happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance. If the dispositions of the parties are ever so well known to each other, or ever so similar beforehand, it does not advance their felicity in the least. They always continue lo grow sufficiently unlike afterwards, to have their share of vexations, and it is better to know as little as possible of the defects of the person with whom you are to pass your life." What is the result of Charlotte Lucas's practical application of her own theory? 'l\. is such as to indicate that Jane Austen herself was unromantic, but at the same time was very far from taking the same view of marriage as Charlotte Lucas. When Elizabe'h visits the Collinses in their home, she finds it fitted up ard arranged with a neatness and consistency of which she gives Charlotte all the credit. " When Mr. Colli is could be forgotten, there was really a great air of com brt through- =1 88 LIFE OF JANE AUSTEN. out, and by Charlotte's evident enjoyment of it Elizabeth supposed he must be often forgotten." Charlotte has chosen her sitting-room at the back of the house, because if it had a livelier look-out Mr. Collins would be too much there, and she encourages his taste for gardening to relieve herself of his society. No denunciation of mercenary marriage or effusion of romantic sentiment could have taught us more effectively that Charlotte's counsels are not counsels of perfection. Yet under the same conditions, probably, the same measure of imperfect happiness has often been enjoyed. Besides, Charlotte could not choose her children from worldly motives. If she became a mother, her state may have been not only happier but higher as Mrs. Collins than it could have been had she remained unmarried. I I Hi'! CHAPTER III. " OENSE and Sensibility" is a companion to "Pride >^ and Prejudice," running somewhat in the same hne of invention as well as corresponding in title, but inferior. To suppose that the sisters Jane and Cass- andra Austen appear as characters in Jane's novels is absurd. But their affection turned Jane's thoughts as a novelist in the direction of sisterly love. We had a pair of sisters in "Pride and Prejudice;" we have another pair in " Sense and Sensibility." Elinor who is Sense, Marianne who is Sensibilitv, and Margaret who is a cypher, are the daughters of Mrs. Dashwood, the second wife of a gentleman who at his death bequeathed them all to the generosity of his son by his first wife, and the heir of the estate, Mr. John Dashwood. The generosity of Mr. John Dashwood is very limited, while that of his wife, who governs him, is still more so. Mrs. Dashwood and her daughters leave their old home and go to live in Devonshire, where Sir John Middleton, an old friend, has provided them with a cottage close to his own place. Elinor carries with her an attachment, verging apparently on an engagement, to Edward Ferrars, son of the wealthy, ambitious, and ^ «tBsfj w i. - . - s(e 90 LIFE OF i|f''' : 'In hard-hearted Mrs. Ferrars, and brother of Mrs. John Dashwood, a young man for whom his friends have formed great hopes of distinction, which he has neither the force nor the dcbire to fulfil. Marianne finds a lover in Willoughby, a young man who reminds us of Wickham in "Pride and Prejudice," both in his power of fascination and in his want of principle. Into "\\'illoughby's arms she rushes with the impulsive in- discretion of a wildly romantic, sentimental, and en- thusiastic girl. Her lover is dependent on the favour of a wealthy relati^'e, Mrs. Smith, as Edward Ferrars is on that of his mother. Another man, and a far worthier, at the same lime feels the charms of Marianne's beauty and of her warm and affectionate disposition. But Colonel Brandon is thirty-seven, and wears flannel waistcoats. Moreover, he has loved before, and the romantic Marianne cannot conceive the possibility of a second love. Willoughby is Colonel Brandon's enemy, and tries to prejudice the sisters against him with the same wilfulness with which Wickham laboured to prejudice Elizabeth against Darcy. "'Miss Dashwood,' cried Willoughby, 'you are now using me unkindly. You are endeavouring to disarm me by reason, and to convince me against my will. But it will not do. You shall find me as stubborn as you can be artful. I have three imanswerable reasons for disliking Colonel Brandon : lie has threatened me with rain when I wanted it to be fine; he has f'^' 1 fault with the hanging of my curricle ; and I cannot persuade him to buy my brown mare. If it will be any sat' ("action to you, however, to be told, that I bf;lieve his character to be in other respects irreproach- able, I am ready to confess it. And in return for an acknowledg- JANE A USTEN. 91 ment which must give me some pain, you cannot deny mc the privilege of disliking him as much as ever,'" The scene is partly at the Cottage, partly at the house of Sir John Middleton, who is very fond of company, of match-making, and of rather coarse jokes. It is at Sir John Middleton's that the sisters meet Colonel Brandon. There also they meet Mrs. Jennings, Sir John Middleton's mother-in-law, a thoroughly good- natured though thoroughly vulgar woman, and Lady Middleion's sister, Mrs. Palmer, with her husband. Mrs. Palmer is a lady-like Mrs. Bennet, and her husband, being very superior to her in sense, feels, like Mr. Bennet, that he has married beneath him in intellect, and shows his consciousness of it in a much less pleasant and amusing way, Edward Ferrars appears upon the scene, stays for a week and is very loving, but departs without making a declaration. There is something mysterious and dis- quieting about his conduct. Presently the mystery is cleared up with a vengeance. Tiie two Misses Steele, relatives of Mrs, Jennings, come to stay with Sir John Middleton, and the younger of the two, Miss Lucy Steele, discloses to Elinor in confidence the astounding fact that she is secretly engaged to Edward Ferrars, who fell in love with her when he was very young and while living with a private tutor. The bitterness of the revela- tion is enhanced by the unworthiness of Miss Lucy Steele, who is low-bred, low-minded, illiterate and pert in the highest degree. The possession of this fatal secret, with all the pangs and mortification which it entails, is I \i IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) 1.0 I^|2j8 |2.5 itt IM 12.2 1.1 i-^l^ J& |l.25 1 1.4 „^ •m 6" ► m '# HiotogKphic Sciences Corporation 23 WIST MAIN STRUT WiBSTIR.N.Y. MStO (716)173-4503 m \ V \\ •^ 4^ js'\, WrS 02 LIFE OF ! ; the sore trial of Elinor's sense and self-control through which she passes in triumph. Meanwhile Willoughby, after going the utmost length short of a declaration in his love-making with Marianne, after showing her the house which is to be hers, buying the horse which she is to ride there, and cutting off a lock of her hair, suddenly takes his departure on a flimsy pretext, disquieting the sensible Elinor, though not the enthusiastic Marianne or the confiding Mrs. Dashwood. Immediately afterward, Colonel Brandon is suddenly called away from the house of Sir John Middleton. Mrs. Jennings now takes Elinor and Marianne to town, where Marianne expects to find her Willoughby. Her Willoughby is there, but instead of rushing to her feet he keeps aloof, takes no notice of her letters when she impetuously writes to him, beyond leaving his card, and almost cuts her when they meet at a ball. She is in uncontrollable agonies of wounded love, which her more sensible sister vainly labours to assuage. The crisis comes when it transpires that Willoughby is about to be married to another woman, a Miss Grey, with fifty thousand pounds. He announces his intention to Marianne in a revoltingly heartless letter. Marianne is incapable of subduing or disguising her emotions. Transports of passion more tragical than ever ensue, while Elinor, with her own sad secret buried in her heart, displays her self-control and self-devotion to the highest advantage in supporting and comforting the weaker vessel. In the picture of Marianne's sufferings, and in the contrast between her and her sister, Jane JANE AUSTEN. 08 Austen evidently exerts all her skill and her knowledge of the female heart. Colonel Brandon now comes in with a history of Willoughby and an exposure of his character. Willoughby has seduced a girl in whom Colonel Brandon had an interest, and whom scandal called his natural daughter. There has been a duel between them on the girl's account. But even this revelation does not cure Marianne. She shows such want, not only of self-control, but of common sense, of tact, even of good manners, that we wonder how so superior a man as Colonel Brandon can wish to have her as his wife. Her intensely affectionate disposition (which, however, does not prevent her from ungenerously misinterpreting her sister's calmness) and her beauty are the attractions. Wish to have Marianne as his wife, however. Colonel Brandon does, and of course he succeeds. A dangerous illness into which she is thrown by a romantic walk in wet grass with thin shoes is the turning-point in their joint destiny, and proves the gate of happiness. Thus ** Marianne Dashwood was born to an extraordinary fate. She was born to discover the falsehood of her own opinions, and to counteract by her conduct her most favourite maxims. She was born to overcome an affection formed so late in life as at seventeen, and, with no sentiment superior to strong esteem and lively friendship, voluntarily to give her hand to another ! — and that other a man who had suffered no less than herself under the event of a former attachment, whom two years before she had considered too old to be married, and who still sought the constitutional safeguard of a flannel waistcoat." { 94 LIFE OF I : ^ ) I). The course of Elinor's true love is also duly brought back to its channel and made to run smooth to matri- mony, though by what we cannot help thinking one of the strongest measures to which Destiny has ever resorted, even in a novel. The engagement between Edward Ferrars and Lucy Steele is disclosed by the indiscretion of a waiting-maid. Mrs. Ferrars and Mrs. John Dashwood, who is a ti ue daughter of her amiable mother, are thrown into fits of rage. Edward had been destined for a daughter of Lord Morton with thirty thousand pounds. As he remains loyal to his love in spite of his mother's reproaches and threats, Mrs. Ferrars disinherits him, and somewhat precipitately settles the estate which was intended for him on his younger brother, Robert, to whom she also thinks of transferring the hand and fortune of Miss Morton, an arrangement to which it is assumed that Miss Morton will readily consent. Heigh presto ! Robert turns round, and having the property now settled on him, so that he can defy his mother's wrath, cuts out his brother in the affection of Lucy Steele and carries her off, she being nothing loath to exchange her disinherited lover for one who had become securely possessed of a thou- sand pounds a year. Edward, his honour being thus released, happy in his loss, turns at once to his real love. Overwhelm '^^d, of course, by the second catastrophe of her ambition, Mrs. Ferrars partly relents toward Edward and settles on him ten thousand pounds, which, with a benefice of two hundred and fifty pounds a year given him by Colonel Brandon, and for the sake of which he takes Orders, makes a future sufficient for Edward and Elinor JANE A USTEN. 95 to marry on. " Between Barton (where Mrs. Dashwood lived) and Delaford (where both the married couples lived) there was that constant communication which strong family affection would naturally dictate; and among the merits and happiness of Elinor and Marianne let it not be ranked as the least considerable that though sisters, and living almost within sight of each other, they could live without disagreement between themselves or producing coldness between their hus- bands." This is one of the passages of Jane Austen's novels in reading which we must be on our guard against taking playful irony for cynicism. A member herself of a most united family, she could not really think it difficult for two sisters and their husbands to live near each other without quarrelling. A strange, not to say extravagant, incident in this tale is the partial rehabilitation of Willoughby, who, when he hears that Marianne is dying, posts down from London to shrive himself to her sister. His explanation is that he really was desperately in love with Marianne, but that having forfeited the favour of Mrs. Smith by his profligacy, he found it, with his habits of expenditure and his debts, absolutely necessary to marry for money. He speaks odiously of his wife, though it does not appear that she had married him for anything but love, and imputes to her dictation his heartless and ungentle- manly letter. To the male apprehension nothing could be more unsatisfactory than this defence ; but if we may trust Jane Austen, the female mind is, or was in those days, very forgiving to sincere passion, even if it failed in constancy. The assurance that Willoughby had not If .1 h 96 LIFE OF '\% I ( ; been trifling with Marianne's affection, but had really been over head and ears in love with her, and had been miserable at losing her, appears to relieve him of a load of guilt. It seems, too, that we have the same authority for believing that even when all is over between two lovers, a regard for the man's character still lingers in the woman's breast, and she feels a satisfaction in learning that he was not unworthy of her love. To the Mrs. Willoughby who has supplanted her apparently she is ruthless. It will be observed that in the case of Willoughby, as in that of Wickham, Jane Austen is merciful to the sinner and saves him from final perdition. Jane Austen never fails to show great store of observa- tion and invention in her minor characters, and in the relations, similarities, and contrasts between them. Mrs. Jennings is one of a kind which she is very fond of painting, with a good and a bad side — vulgar and rattling as she can be, a thoroughpaced matchmaker and gossip, and capable of recommending a glass of particularly old and fine constantia as a cordial for a \ ounded heart ; yet with the best of natures, untiring in her kindness, and right in her sympathies. Sir John Middleton, with his profuse and boisterous hospitality, his good humour, his illiteracy, and his coarse jokes, is half-way between Squire Western and the country gentleman of the present day. He goes to London, which Squire Western did not ; but the metropolis is to him a crowd of company in which he noisily revels untouched by the intellect or the polish. When he is asked to describe Willoughby, he says that he is a bold rider and JANE AUSTEN. 97 a very decent shot. Further questioned by the eager and indignant Marianne as to the young man's manners, acquaintances, pursuits, talents, and genius, he is puzzled. **I don't know much about him," he says, " as to all that. But he is a pleasant, good-humoured fellow, and has got the nicest black bitch of a pointer I ever saw. Was she out with him to-day ? " On hearing of Willoughby's treachery he vows that he " could not speak another word to him, meet him where he might, for all the world. No, not if it were to be by the side of Barton covert, and they were kept waiting for two hours together. Such a scoundrel of a fellow, such a deceitful dog ! It was only the last time they met that he had offered him one of Folly's puppies, and this was the end of it!" Lady Middleton and Mrs. John Dashwood are touched off together. "Lady Middleton was equally pleased with Mrs. Dashwood. There was a kind of cold- hearted selfishness on both sides which naturally attracted them, and they sympathized with each other in an insipid propriety of demeanour and a general want of understanding." Lady Middleton, however, gets her due. In her calm and polite unconcern, Elinor finds a relief from the clamorous kindness and intrusive curiosity of others, and " as every qualification is raised at times by the circumstances of the moment to more thar. its real value," the afflicted soul is some- times " worried by officious condolence into rating good breeding as more indispensable to comfort than good nature." Evidently Jane's own sense of the value of good breeding was keen. The case in which she shows 7 .98 LIFE OF no mercy is that of the Misses Steele, vulgar alike in manners and in soul, obtrusive and malicious at the same time. One of the best bits of " miniature painting " in the tale is the scene at the opening, where Mr. and Mrs. John Dashwood, having come in for great wealth, debate the duty of fulfilling the late Mr. Dashwood's dying injunction to do something for his widow and daughters. Mr. John Dashwood thinks of giving them three thousand pounds. His wife protests against his " ruining himself and their poor little Harry by giving away half his money to his half-sisters." This brings it down to five hundred pounds apiece. From five hun- dred pounds apiece it comes down to a small annuity for the widow. But annuities are so objectionable ! ; \ " * To be sure,' said she, * it is better than parting with fifteen hundred pounds at once. But then, if Mis. Dashwood should live fifteen years, we shall be completely taken in.' " ' Fifteen years ! my dear Fanny ; her life cannot be worth half that purchase.' " ' Certainly not ; but if you observe, people always live for ever when there is any annuity to be paid ihem ; and she is very stout and healthy, and hardly forty. An annuity is a very serious busi- ness ; it comes over and ovrr every year, and there is no getting rid of it. You are pot aware cf what you are doing. I have known a great deal of the trouble of annuities ; for my mother was clogged with the payme.it of three old superannuated servants by my father's will, and it is amazing how disagreeable she found it. Twice every year these annuities were to be paid ; and then there was the trouble of getting it to them ; and then one of them was said to have died, and afterwards it turned out no such thing. My mother was quite sick of it. Her income was not her own, she said, with ^juch perpetual claims on it ; and it was more unkind in my father „ JANE AUSTEN. 99 because, otherwise, the money would have been entirely at my mother's clispos xl, without any restrictions whatever. It has given me such an abhorrence of annuities, that I am sure I would not pin myself down to the payment of one for all the world.' " ' It is certainly an unpleasant thing,' replied Mr. Dashwood, ' to have those kind of yearly drains on one's income. One's f jrtune, as your mother justly says, is not one's own. To be tied down to the regular payment of such a sum, on every rent day, is by no means dcbirablo : it takes away one's inu'^pendence.' •' * Undou'otedly ; and after all you have no thanks for it. They think themsi;lves secure, you do no more than what is expected, and it raises no gratitude at all. If I were you, whatever I did should be done at my own discretion entirely. I would not bind myself to allow them anything yearly. It may be very inconvenient some years to spare a hundred, or even fifty pounds, from our own expenses.' " An occasional present of a little money, Mr. John Dashwood opines, will be much better. But his wife convinces him by degrees that his father did not mean money at all, but only general acts of kindness, such as looking out for a house for them, and sending them presents of fish and game. Even to a present of furniture her selfi.shness finds plausible objections. Her clinching argument is, that the late Mr. Dashwood would have left everything to the widow and daughters if he could. This is irresistible, and Mr. John Dashwood resolves "that it would be absolutely unnecessary, if not highly indecorous, to do more for the widow and children of his father than such sort of neighbourly acts as his wife pointed out." Jane Austen, ap we have seen, was remarkable for her love of children and her power of winning their hearts. But in this novel there are two or three passages which BIBLIOTHECA ,-J' he gathered flowers at all, it was chiefly for the pleasure of mischief, at least so it was conjectured from her always preferring those which she was forbidden to take. Such were her p opensities ; her abilities were quite as extraordinary. She never could learn or understand anything before she was taught, and sometimes not even then, for she was often inattentive, and occasionally stupid. Her mother was three months in teaching her only to repeat the ' Beggar's Petition,' and, after all, her next sister Sally could say it better than she did. Not that Catherine was always stupid ; by no means, she learned the fable of ' The Hare and many Friends ' as quickly as any girl in England. Her mother wished her to learn music ; and Catherine was sure she should like it, for she was very fond of tinkling the keys of the old forlorn spinnet, so at eight years old she began. She learned a year and could not bear it ; and Mrs. Morland, who did not insist on her daui;hters being accomplished in spite of incapacity or distaste, allowed her to leave off. The day which dismissed the music-master was one of the happiest of Catherine's life. Her taste for drawing was not superior ; though whenever she could obtain the outside of a letter from her mother, or seize upon any other odd piece of paper, she did what she could in that way by drawing houses and trees, hens and chickens, all very much like one another. Writing and accounts she was taught by her father ; French by her mother. Her proficiency in either was not remarkable, and she shirked her lessons in both whenever she could. What a strange unaccountable character ! foi with all these symptoms of profligacy at ten years old, she had neither a bad heart JANE AUSTEN. 105 nor a bad temper, was seldom stubborn, scarcely ever quarrelscivic, and ' y kind to the little ones, with few interruptions of tyranny. She was, moreover, noisy and wild, hated confinement and cleanli- ness, and loved nothing so well in the world as rolling down the green slope at the back of the house. " Yet a heroine Catherine Morland is to be. At fifteen appearances mend. Catherine begins to curl her hair and long for balls, while her looks improve so much that she hears herself called almost pretty. From fifteen to seventeen she trains herself for the part by filling her imagination with poetry and novels ; and though the situation is not promising, the village supplying no materials for romance, not a single young man whose origin is unknown, a heroine's destiny is not to be baffled. Mr. Allen the chief proprietor of the neigh- bourhood, and a friend of the family, is going to Bath for his gout, and his good-natured wife takes Catherine with her. So Catherine sets out on her adventures. Mrs. Morland's parting advice to her daughter is, not to be on her guard against the violence of noblemen who would run away with her, but to wrap up warm and keep accounts. We have now a picture of Bath as it was when the spirit of Beau Nash still lingered there, when the com- pany which thronged the queen of watering-places had not lost its unity, but assembled reguiarly every evening in the Rooms under the presidency of the master of ceremonies to dance, promenade, play whist, flirt, display its dresses, and exhibit its varieties of character. Mrs. Allen and Catherine at first rind themselves alone in the crowd, but presently they light on Mrs, Thorpe, I 106 LIFE OF an old friend of Mrs. Allen. With Mrs. Thorpe is her daughter Isabella, a beauty, and full of gushing senti- ment, but vulgar-minded, heartless, and designing, with whom Catherine at once strikes up a bosom friendship, and enters into a partnership of novel reading. The party is joined by Catherine's brother James, and Isabella's brother John, who are college friends. James is engaged to Isabella, and is a good fellow. John is a specimen of a class not yet extinct. He is " a stout young man, of middling height, who, with a plain face and ungraceful form, seemed fearful of being too hand- some unless he wore the dress of a groom, and too much like a gentleman unless he were easy where he ought to be civil, and impudent where he might be allowed to be easy. He is a fast man, or a would-be fast man, and a blackguard, always talking horse, always swearing, a braggart withal and a liar. Having, as he fancies, elicited from Catherine Morland that she is the destined heiress of Mr. Allen, he makes up to her, takes her on expeditions in which his character as a man and a Jehu is displayed with results highly comical, but embarrassing to the lady. The name of Blaize Castle, the show place at Clifton, which she imagines to be a castle of romance, exercises a powerful influence on Catherine's fancy, and leads her astray from the path of strict social rectitude. Meanwhile she has been intro- duced to a gentleman to whom the blackguard Thorpe serves as a foil. This is the good-looking, well-bred, and eminently sensible and witty Mr. Henry Tilney, a young clergyman, the son of General Tilney, a Gloucestershire magnate. She has at the same time JANE A USTEN. 107 formed the acquaintance of Mr. Henry Tilney's sister, the excellent and amiable Eleanor. Henry Tilney does not fall in love with her, but he is attracted by the simplicity of her character, beneath which lie right feeling and good sense. He amuses himself by talking to her and making fun of her in a good-natured way. Her feelings are much in advance of his. She admires him intensely, though in her humility she scarcely dares aspire to his love. Now General Tilney appears upon the scene. He is u most imposing personage, eminently handsome, stately in deportment, and perfectly well-bred ; but a tyrant of whose temper hi:: family and all about him stand in awe, full of his own consequence, and greedy and grasping at the same time. He is in short the Montoni of this comic version of the '* Mysteries of Udolpho." Becoming acquainted through his son and daughter with Catherine, the great man is surprisingly and over- whelmingly polite, though in the midst of his most elaborate attentions she feels the chill which he casts ovpi all around him, and which extends even to her intercourse with his son and daughter in his presence. When the Aliens leave Bath he invites her to stay with him at his seat in Gloucestershire, Northanger Abbey. An abbey and the home of Henry Tilney ! The com- bination is too enchanting, for the name Abbey at once conjures up visions of dark cloisters, subterranean passages, ruined chapels and cells haunted by legends of ill-fated nuns. For Northanger Abbey the party set out in great state, with the General's carriage and four and outriders. At starting the General is so incensed at il \. ) i < 108 LIFE OF . finding Catherine incommoded by the packages which have been stowed into the carriage, that her new writing- desk narrowly escapes being thrown into the street, After the first st-age she is transferred from the state carriage to the box of a curricle by the side of Henry Tilney, who amuses himself with exciting her fancy about the Abbey. " ' You have formed a very favourable idea of the abbey. " ' To be sure I have. Is not it a fine old place, just like what one reads about ? ' " ' And are you prepared to encounter all the horrors that a building such as "what one reads about " may produce? Have you a stout heart ? Nerves fit for sliding panels and tapestry ? ' " ' Oh ! yes, I do not think I should be easily frightened, because there would be so many people in the house ; and besides, it has never been uninhabited and left deserted for years, and then the family come back to it unawares, without giving any notice, as generally happens.' " ' No, certainly. We shall not have to explore our way into a hall dimly lighted by the expiring embers of a wood fire, nor be obliged to spread our beds on the floor of a room without windows, doors, or furniture. But you must be aware that when a young lady is (by whatever means) introduced into a dwelling of this kind, she is always lodged apart from the rest of the family. While they snugly repair to their own end of the house, she is formally con- ducted by Dorothy, the ancient housekeeper, up a different staircase, and along many gloomy passages, into an apartment never used since some cousin or kin died in it about twenty years before. Can you stand such a ceremony as this ? Will not your mind misgive you when you find yourself in this gloomy chamber, too lofty and extensive for you, with only the feeble rays of a single lamp to take in its size, its walls hung with tapestry exhibiting figures as large as life, and the bed, of dark green stuff or purple velvet, presenting even a funereal appearance ? Will not your heart sink within you? ' " ' Oh 1 but this will not happen to me, I am sure.' " * How fearfully will you examine the furniture of your apart- JANE A US TEX. 109 ipart- ment ? And what will you discern? Isot tables, toilettes, ward- robes, or drawers, but on one side perhaps the remains of a broken lute, on the other a ponderous chest which no efforts can open, and over the fireplace the portrait of some handsome warrior, whose features will so incomprehensibly strike you, that you will not be able to withdraw your eyes from it. Dorothy, meanwhile, no less struck by your appearance, gazes on you in great agitation, and drops a few unintelligible hints. To raise your spirits, moreover, she gives you reason to suppose that the part of the abbey you in- habit is undoubtedly haunted, and informs you that you will not have a single domestic within call. With this parting cordial, she courtesies off: you listen to the sound of her receding footsteps as long as the last echo can reach you : and when, with fainting spirits, you attempt to fasten your door, you discover, with increased alarm, that it has no lock.' " ' Oh ! Mr. Tilney, how frightful. This is just like a book ! But it cannot really happen to me. I am sure your housekeeper is not really Dorothy. Well, what then ? ' " ' Nothing further to alarm, perhaps, may occur the first night. Aft»r surmounting your unconquerable horror of the bed, you will retire to rest, and get a few hours' unquiet slumber. But on the second, or at farthest the third night after your arrival, you will probably have a violent storm. Peals of thunder so loud as to seem to shake the edifice to its foundation will roll round the neighbouring mountains; and during the frightful gusts of wind which accompany it, you will probably think you discern (for your lamp is not extin- guished) one part of the hanging more violently agitated than the rest. Unable of course to repress your curiosity in so favourable a moment for indulging it, you will instantly arise, and, throwing your dressing-gown around you, proceed to examine this mysteiy. After a very short search, you will discover a division in the tapestry so artfully constructed as to defy the minutest inspection, and on opening it, a door will immediately appear, which door being only secured by massy bars and a padlock, you will, after a few efforts, succeed in opening, and, with your lamp in your hand, wil pass through it into a small vaulted room,' " • No, indeed ; I should be too much frightened to do any such thing.' i % I I /• ■; i ,f t ■ \ j. 1 1 i! 1 1' , i 1 1 I 1 L ki 110 L/fE OF " • What ! not when Dorothy has given you to understand that there is a secret subterraneous rommunication between your apart- ment and the chapel of St. Anthony, scarcely two miles off. Could you shrink from so simple an adventure ? No, no ; you will proceed into this small vaulted room, and through this into several others, without perceiving anything very remarkable in either. In one, perhaps, there may be a dagger, in another a few drops of blood, and in a third the remains of some instrument of torfure ; but there being nothing in all this out of the common way, and your lamp being nearly exhausted, you will return towards your own apart- ment. In repassing through the small vaulted room, however, your eyes will be attracted towards a large, old-fashioned cabinet of ebony and gold, which, though narrowly examining the furniture before, you had passed unnoticed. Impelled by an irresistible presenti- ment, you will eagerly advance to it, unlock its folding doors, and search into every dra ver ; but for some time without discovering anything of importance ; perhaps nothing but a considerable hoard of diamonds. At last, however, by touching a secret spring, an inner apartmv.nt will open, a roll of paper appears, you seize it — it contains many sSeets of manuscript : you hasten with the precious treasure into your own chamber, but scarcely have you been able to decipher, " Oh thou, whomsoever thou mayst be, into whose hands these memoirs of the wretched Matilda may fall," when your lamp suddenly expires in the socket, and leaves you in total darkness.' " The Abbey turns out to bt* a mansion thoroughly modernized and improved to the highest pitch by the General's judicious energy. Still it is on the site of an abbey, it bears the name, it even embodies some parts of the old buildings. There is food in it yet for an excited imagination. Catherine finds herself in a bed- room unromantically comfortable. But her eye is met by a large cedar chest, curiously inlaid, with handles of silver, broken, perhaps, by some strange violence, and with a mysterious cypher on the lid. She cannot resist the impulse to look into it j with trembling hand JANE AUSTEN. Ill she raises the lid, finds that it contains a white cotton counterpane, is caught in the act by Miss Tilney, and provokes the General into a momentary revelation of the martinet by being some minutes late for dinner. The evening passes without further disturbance, and, in the occasional absence of General Tilney, with much positive cheerfulness. The hour for retiring comes. The night is stormy. Catherine, as she crosses the hall, listens to the tempest with awe, and when she hears it rage round a corner of the ancient building and slam a distant door, she feels indeed that she is in an abbey. She screws up her courage, however ; persuades herself that she is quite safe and has nothing to fear from midnight assassins or ravishers, that Henry Tilney could only have been in jest, and that if the window curtains seem in motion it is only the violence of the wind. She lets her fire go out because to keep it up would be cowardly, and is stepping into bed when her eye is caught by a high old-fashioned black cabinet, which she had not noticed before. " Henry's words, his description of the ebony cabinet which was to escape her observation at first, immediately rushed across her ; and though there could be nothing really in it, there was something whimsical, it was certainly a very remarkable coincidence ! She took her candle and looked closely at the cabinet. It was not absolutely ebony and gold ; but it was Japan, black and yellow Japan of the handsomest kind ; and as she held her candle, the yellow had very much the effect of gold. " The key was in the door, and she had a strange fancy to look into it ; not, however, with the smallest expectation of finding any- thing, but it was so very odd, after what Heniy had said. In short, she could not sleep till she had examined it. So, placing the candle 1 ' : \\ 112 LIFE OF i \ ' ki\ i i with great caution on a chair, she sc'zed the key with a very tremu- lous hand, and tried to turn it ; but it resisted her utmost strength. Alarmed, but not discouraged, she tried it another way ; a bolt flew, and she believed herself successful ; but how strangely mysterious ! the door was still immovable. She paused a moment ir breathless wonder. The wind roared down the chimney, the rain beat in torrents against the windows, and everything seemed to speak the awfulness of her situation. To retire to bed, hov'e\>>r, unsatisfied on such a point, would be vain, since sleep must be iuipossible with the consciousness of a cabinet so mysteriously cLsed in her imme* diate vicinity. Afjain, therefore, sl.e applied herself to the key, and after moving it in every possible way, for some instants, with the determined celerity of hope's last effort, the door suddenly yielded to her hand : her heart leaped with exultation at such a victory, and having thrown open e. :h folding door, the second being secured only by bolts of less wonocrful construction than the lock, though in that her eye could not discern anything unusual, a double range of small drawers appeared in view, with some larger drawers above and below them, and in the centre, a small door, closed also with lock and key, secured in all probability a cavity of importance. " Catherine's heart beat quick, but her courage did not fail her. With a cheek flushed by hope, and an eye straining with curiosity, her fingers grasped the handle of a drawer and drew it forth. It was entirely empty. With less alarm and greater eagerness she seized a second, a third, a fourth — each was equally empty. Not one was left unsearched, and in not one was anything found. Well read in the art of concealing a treasure, the possibility of false linings to the drawers di' not escape her, and she felt round each with anxious acut .ness in vain. The place in the middle alone lemained now unexplored ; and though she had * never from the first had ihe smallest idea of finding anything in any part of the cabinet, and was not in the least disappointed at her ill success thus far, it would be foolish not to examine it thoroughly while she was about it.' It was some time, however, before she could unfasten the door, the same difficulty occurring in the management of this inner lock as of the outer ; but at length it did open ', and not vain, as hitherto, was her search ; her quick eyes directly fell on a roll of paper pushed back into the further part of the cavity, apparently JANE AUSTEN. 118 for concealment, and her feelings at that moment were indescribable. Her heart fluttered, her knees trembled, and her cheeks grew pale. She seized, with an unsteady hand, the precious manuscript, for half a glance sufficed to ascertain written characters ; and while she acknowledged with awful sensations this striking exemplification of what Henry had foretold, resolved instantly to peruse every line before she attempted to rest. " The dimness of the light her candle emitted made her turn to it with alarm ; but there was no danger of its sudden extinction, it had yet some hours to burn ; and that she might not have any greater difficulty in distinguishing the writing than what its ancient date might occasion, she hastily snuffed it. Alas ! it was snuffed and extinguished in one. A lamp could not have expired with more awful effect. Catherine, for a few moments, was motionless with horror. It was done completely ; not a remnant of light in the wick could give hope to the rekindling breath. Darkness im- penetrable and immovable filled the room. A violent gust of wind, rising with sudden fury, added fresh horror to the moment. Catherine trembled from head to foot. In the pause which suc- ceeded, a sound like receding footsteps and the closing of a distant c.oor struck on her affrighted ear. Human nature could support no more. A cold sweat stood on her forehead, the manuscript fell from her hand, and, groping her way to the bed, she jumped hastily in, and sought some suspension of agony by creeping far underneath the clothes. To close her eyes in sleep that night she felt must be entirely out of the question. With a curiosity so justly awakened, and feelings in every way so agitated, repose must be absolutely impossible. The storm, too, abroad so dreadful I She had not been used to feel alarm from wind, but now every blast seemed fraught with awful intelligence. The manuscript so wonderfully found, so wonderfully accomplishing the morning's prediction, how was it to be accounted for ? What could it contain ? to whom could it relate ? by what means could it have been so long concealed ? and how singularly strange that it should fall to her lot to discover it ! T'ill she had made herself mistress of its contents, however, she could have neither repose nor comfort ; and with the sun's first rays she was determined to peruse it. But many were the tedious hours which must yet intervene. She shuddered, tossed about in 8 »■ I' '•11 I • II 114 LIFE OF her bed, and envied every quiet sleeper. The storm still raged, and various were the noises, more terrific even than the wind, which stri-ck ' ' 'ntervals on her startled ear. The very curtains of her b» A at one moment in motion, and at another the lock of her door was agitated, as if by the attempt of somebody to enter. Hollow murmurs seemed to creep along the gallery, and more than once her blood was chilled by the sound of distant moans. Hour after hour passed away, and the wearied Catherine had heard three proclaimed by ail the clocks in the house, before the tempest sub- sided, or she unknowingly fell fast asleep." ; % As soon as she wakes in the morning she glances with greedy eye over the mysterious manuscript, and finds that it is an inventory of linen. Once more her romantic fancy betrays her. General Tilney is a widower, and Catherine divines, rightly enough it seems, that his wife was not happy, though we know from a remark of Mrs. Allen's that he got a good lump cf money with her. This raises recollections of Montoni and his treatment of his ill-starred wife. Is he not like Montoni, moody and austere, and does he not show that he has something on his conscience by sitting up late at night and taking solitary walks ? If any faith is to be placed in romances, Mrs. Tilney may be still living and a prisoner, while a wax image has been buried in her place. There is a set of rooms into which the General, in showing Catherine over the house, has not taken her. She imagines that it must hide his guilty secret. She attempts clandestinely to explore it, is caught in the act by Henry Tilney, lets out her secret with her usual simplicity under his cross-examination, and is covered with confusion. The General's attentions all this time are constant and JANE AUSTEN. 116 laborious. In person he shows Catherine over the place and the improvements, makes her uncomfortable by scolding his children for not treating her with sufficient courtesy, and pays her a profusion of icy compliments. Finally he takes her in the carriage and four to spend a day with Henry Tilney at his parsonage, twenty miles from Northanger, shows her over its house and grounds, and, with the most deferential air, asks her opinion about the furnishing and papering of it in a manner which shows that he looks upon it as her future home. She admires a cottage which comes into the view and which it had been intended to pull down. " You like it," says the General, "you approve it as an object. It is enough. Henry, remember that Robinson is spoken to about it. The cottage remains." Manifesdy General Tilney is re- solved that Catherine Morland shall be his son Henry's wife, though the great man's motive for desiring so humble an alliance is a mystery. The mystery is cleared up and a catastrophe is brought on by the progress of events elsewhere. The General \z called away from home on business. He leaves Catherine in the care of his son and daughter, with whom she greatly enjoys herself in his absence. One night suddenly, like a thunderclap, he returns. A hesitating step is presently heard at the door of Catherine's room It is that of Miss Tilney, who has come in tears to say hat her father has returned in a state of high dis- pleasure, that the family are to leave home in two days, and that Catherine is to be sent away the very next morning. The carriage has been peremptorily ordered for her at seven o'clock, and she is not even to have the i ' \ 116 LIFE OF li ■ \- escort of a servant, so necessary to a young lady travel- ling in the posting days. What can be the reason of her father's wrath and of his cruel conduct to her friend, Miss Tilney cannot divine. Catherine thinks of the suspicion she had conceived about Montoni's treatment of his wife ; but it is impossible that Henry Tilney can have betrayed her. The truth is that the General has been in a fool's paradise, into which he has been led by the lying tongue of Jack Thorpe. Believ" ig that his sister Isabella was going to marry James Morland, and having himself thoughts of Catherine, Jack Thorpe had bragged to the General, whom he met at Bath, of the wealth and con- sequence of the Morland family, "throwing in a rich aunt," and representing Catherine as the destined heiress of Mr. Allen's estate. Swallowing all this with the eager credulity of greed, the General had resolved to secure Catherine for his younj^er son, and had taken her to Northanger with that view. But now Jack Thorpe has lost all hope of Catherine, and at the same time his sister, the highly sentimental and romantically disin- terested Isabella, finding that James Morland would only have four hundred a year, has thrown him over, and is trying, though in vain, to catch Captain Tilney, Henry's elder brother, in his place. All prospect of connection with the Morland family being at an end, Jack changes his note, and, meeting General Tilney again, gives him an account of the Morlands quite op- posite to that which he had given in the first instance, understating their wealth and consequence as much as he had overstated them before. He winds up by saying that he knew the heir of the Allen property. This it is JANE A USTEN. 117 that sends the General home in a transport of disap- pointment and rage, and makes him behave to poor Catherine as badly as any tyrant of romance. Catherine wends her sad and solitary way to her home, and there pensively settles down, often going over to Mrs. Allen for the pleasure of hearing her speak of Henry Tilney, but never expecting to see him again. Of course she does see him again. What was at first on Henry's part merely interest in a simple and amusing character, has been ripened by intercourse into love, to which he is true notwithstanding the paternal ban. One day he presents himself at Catherine's home, offers his hand, and is accepted, though her father's decision is suspended till that of General Tilney shall have been obtained. Just at this time Miss Tilney marries a Viscount, and the General is put in good humour by having a daughter whom he can address as '* My Lady." The prayers of a Viscount and Viscountess prevail. Catherine's circumstances and expectations are found, though not so good as Jack Thorpe at first said they were, better than he afterwards painted them. The General issues his edict that Henry may make a fool of himself if he pleases, and the marriage bells are ringing as the curtain falls. CHAPTER V. li'P SOME will think that of all Miss Austen's works •' Emma " is the best. Its heroine is certainly not the least charming. " ' Such an eye ! — the true hazel eye— and so brilliant! regular features, open countenance, with a complexion — oh, what a bloom of full health, and such a pretty height and size ! such a firm and upright figure ! There is health not merely in her bloom, but in her air, her head, her glance. One hears something of a child being " the picture of health "' ; now, Emma alwavs gives me the idea of being the complete picture of grown-up health. She is loveliness itself. Mr. Knightley, is not she ? '" Emma is the daughter of Mr. Woodhouse, known even to some who have never read Miss Austen as the typical valetudinarian who " likes his gruel thin, but not too thin." They live at Hartfield, close to the large village or little town of Highbury, in Hertfordshire. Hartfield is close to Highbury, but not in it : it stands in grounds of its own, and though it has but little of the land which in those days was the great and almost sole basis of rural rank, — its acres being a mere notch in the estate of Mr. Knightley, of Donwell Abbey, — its denizens dis- tinctly belong to the gentry, having other property, being 'i i i' LIFE OF JANE AUSTEN. \W a younger branch of a good family, and one for several generations not stained by labour. Emma's only sister, Isabella, being married to Mr. John Knightley, a lawyer in London and brother of Mr. Knightley, of Donwell Abbey, she lives alone with her father, is mistress of Hartfield, and the great lady and the great match of Highbury. The party at Hartfield had been three, the third being the excellent Miss Taylor, who had been Emma's governess, and '.vhen Emma had outgrown the schoolroom remained as a friend. But "poor Miss Taylor," as Mr. Woodhouse always mournfully calls her^ has married the good-humoured Mr. Weston. They live at Randalls, close to Hartfield. Mrs. Weston, into whose mouth the description of Emma just quoted is put, still feels a maternal interest in her former pupil,, with whom she is in constant intercourse. Emma has her faults. She lost her mother early. She has had things too much her own way. She has been made to think too much of herself. Her satirical propensities have not been checked. She has had no match for her cleverness. Highbury has afforded her no equal as a friend. Her father has doted on her and seen nothing in her but perfection. Her governess has been too fond of her to play a governess's part. One clear- sighted critic and faithful monitor she has had in the person of her brother-in-law, Mr. Knightley, of Donwell Abbey, to whom the rapturous description of her beauty just quoted is addressed by Mrs. Weston. He is Emma's senior by sixteen years, and when she playfully challenges his right of censorship, tells her that he has the advan- tage of her not only in those sixteen years, but in not il 120 LIFE OF :! being a pretty woman. He is a model of honour and good sense, as well as a perfect gentleman in appearance and manner. He has also a vein of sarcastic humour. Emma regards him with the utmost affection and respect. He feels a loving interest in Emma, sees her weak points, and wonders what will become of her. What will become of her she has herself hardly begun to think. She is mistress of Hartfield, and devoted to her father, who dotes on her in return. Emma fancies that she has resolved not to marry. She cannot leave her father. But she busies herself in making matches for others, a propensity against which Knightley has warned her. This, with her vanity, of which indeed it is a part, gets her into a scrape which is the most amusing part of the tale. At the ladies' school in Highbury kept by Mrs. Goddard, there is a parlour- boarder named Harriet Smith, of whom nothing is known except that she is the illegitimate daughter of somebody who has consigned her to Mrs. Goddard's care. She is a pretty, simple-minded, common-place girl, with soft look, blue eyes, and humble-minded till her ambition is artificially excited. For want of a more equal and suitable friendship, Emma Woodhouse takes up Harriet Smith and undertakes to improve her tastes, form her manners, and find her a good match. Mr. Knightley's saga- city frowns on the connection from the beginning, though Mrs. Weston's indulgence approves it. Mr. Knightley rightly judges that Harriet is the worst kind of com- panion that Emma could have, because, knowing nothing herself, she thinks that Emma knows everything. " Her ignorance and inferiority are hourly flattery, and of all JANE AUSTEN. 121 flatteries the worst because undesigned." Harriet already has a lover in the person of Robert Martin, a worthy young gentleman farmer and the tenant of Mr. Knight- ley's home farm, with whose family she has been staying, and she is evidently disposed to return his love. But a match with a yeoman is beneath a girl honoured by the friendship of Miss Emma Woodhouse. Emma sets her- self to wean Harriet from the attachment and to teach her to look higher. The object to which she turns her eyes is Mr. Elton, the new vicar of Highbury, a most beautiful young man and the social idol of the village. His company is so sought after that he has more invita- tions than there are days in the week, and so excellent is his performance in the church that Miss Nash, the teacher, has put down all the texts that he has preached from. The first time Harriet saw him, " the two Abbotts and she ran into the front room and peeped through the blind when they heard he was going by, and Miss Nash came and scolded them away and stayed to look through herself." Only, the critical Mr. Knightley remarks, that while Elton can be rational with men, to women he is so laboriously agreeable that " every feature works " in the effort to please. This clerical Adonis is perfectly con- scious of his own merit and value in the marriage mart, as Emma and her Harriet will find to their cost. Emma does everything she can to bring Harriet and Mr. Elton together. To herself she appears successful, though the reader has his suspicions. She paints Harriot's portrait. Mr. Elton is in ecstasies, and himself carries k to London to be framed, giving up the whist club for the purpose. Harriet is collecting riddles. Mr. Elton writes an 122 LIFE OF €' amatory conundrum which appears to be pointed at Harriet, though it contains a suspicious compliment to " ready wit." In the meantime, Robert Martin proposes in a letter which, as Emma is obliged to admit, expresses good sense, warm attachment, liberality, propriety, and delicacy of feeling. Harriet, if left to herself, evidently would accept, but under Emma's influence she refuses, Emma virtually dictating her reply. This is not a very agreeable part of the story. Whether the writer intended it or not, Emma in breaking off the connection bet\.een Robert Martin and Harriet shows not only want of judgment but want of feeling. Her notions of social grade, and her dislike of the yeomanry as a class which she can neither associate with nor patronize, also shock us, though they might have been less offensive in those more aristocratic days. We are glad to know from the kindliness with which the yeoman is painted that the sentiment is that of Miss Emma Woodhouse, not that ot Miss Jane Austen. Mr. Knightley, who has a high opinion of Martin and had been his adviser on the occasion, is highly displeased at Emma's conduct, and his displeasure is most just. Its justice soon appears. The catastrophe is at hand. It is not to Harriet that Mr. Elton's addresses have been really paid, but to Emma herself. He has dared to aspire to the hand of the great lady and the great match of Highbury. The transports into which he threw him- self over the portrait were in fact directed not to its subject but to the artist. Emma was really the lady of the r.ddle. Finding himself by a propitious accident shut up in a carriage with Emma on their return from a t : ...v..ti. JANE AUSTEN. 12» ind dinner-party at Mr. Weston's, he astounds and horrifies her by pouring forth his love. It marks the manners of the time that at first she fancies he is drunk. When she intimates that it was to her friend that his intentions were supposed to be addressed, he speaks of the friend with rude disdain. His audacious suit is of course rejected. Shortly afterwards he makes good his estimate of himself as a match by going to Bath and there securing the hand of the dashing and accomplished Miss Augusta Hawkins, who has a reputed fortune of ten thousand pounds, and whose married sister, Mrs. Suckling, lives at Maple Grove and keeps a barouche-landau. He brings his bride to Highbury amidst universal excitement and almost universal applause. Emma now rues her match-making. She has to- undergo the bitter penance of undeceiving Harriet about Mr. Elton, while she has great difficulty in stifling the voice of her conscience, which reproaches her with her error in having broken off Harriet's connection with Robert Martin. Harriet being lowly-minded and having, only dared to lift her eyes to Mr. Elton because Emma encouraged her, takes the wreck of her hope well, but she does not get Mr. Elton entirely out of her heart till he is married and another fancy has taken possession of her mind. Then we have the following dcene : " A very few days had passed after this adventure, when Harriet came one morning to Emma with a small parcel in her hand, and after sitting down and hesitating, thus began : — ♦' ' Miss Woodhouse — if you are at leisure, I have something that I should like to tell you ; a sort of confession to make — and then^ you know, it will be over.' 124 LIFE OF \\\ ¥ f « "Emma was a good deal surprised; but begged her to speak. There was a seriousness in Harriet's manner which prepared her, quite as much as her words, for something more than ordinary. " ' It is my duty, and I am sure it is my wish,' she continued, ' to have no reserves with you on this subject. As I am, happily, quite an altered creature, in one respect., it is very fit that you should have the satisfaction of knowing it. I do not want to say more than is necessary ; I am too much ashamed of having given way as I have done, and I dare say you understand me.' " ' Yes,' said Emma, ' I hope I do.' " ' How I could so long a time be fancying myself — ' cried Harriet, warmly. ' It seems like madness ! I can see nothing at all extra- ordinary in him now. I do not care whether I meet him or not, except that, of the two, I had rather not see him ; and, indeed, I would go any distance round to avoid him ; but I do not envy his wife in the least : I neither admire her nor envy her, as I have done. She is very charming, I dare say, and all that ; but I think her very ill- tempered and disagreeable : I shall never forget her look the other night. However, I assure you. Miss Woodhouse, I wish her no evil. No ; let them be ever so happy together, it will not give me another moment's pang; and, to convince you that I have been speaking truth, I am going to destroy — what I ought to have destroyed longed ago — what I ought never to have kept : I know that very well (blushing as she spoke). However, now I will destroy it all ; and it is my particular wish to do it in your presence, that you may see how rational I am grown. Cannot you giiess what this parcel holds ? ' said she, with a conscious look. " • Not the least in the world. Did he ever give you anything ? ' " ' No — I cannot call them gifts ; but they are things that I have valued very much.' '• She held the parcel towards her, and Emma read the words ' Most precious treasures,' on the top. Her curiosity was greatly excited. Harriet unfolded the parcel, and she looked on with impatience. Within abundance of silver paper was a pretty little Tunbridge-ware box, which Harriet opened : it was well lined with the softest cotton ; but, excepting the cotton, Emma saw only a small piece of court-plaister. " ' Now,' said Harriet, ' you must recollect.' JANE A V^TEN. 12& " • No, indeed I do not.' " * Dear me ! I should not have thought it possible you could for- get what passed in this very room about court-plaister, one of the very last times we ever met in it. It was but a very few days before I had my sore throat — ^just before Mr. and Mrs. John Knightley came ; I think the very evening. Do you not remember his cutting his finger with your new penknife, and your recommending court- plaister ? But, as you had none about you, and knew I had, you desired me to supply him ; and so I took mine out, and cut him a piece : but it was a great deal too large, and he cut it smaller, and kept playing some time with what was left before he gave it back to me. And so then, in iny nonsense, I could not help making a treasure of it : so I put it by, never to be used, and looked at it now and then as a great treat.' " ' My dearest Harriet ! ' cried Emma, putting her hand before her face and jumping up, 'you make me more ashamed of myself than I can bear. Remember it ? Ay, I remember it all now ; all, except your saving this relic : I knew nothing of that till this moment, — but the cutting the finger, and my recommending court-plaister, and saying I had none about me. — Oh ! my sins, my sins ! — And I had plenty all the while in my pocket ! O. ■ of my senseless tricks. I deserve to be under a continual blush all the rest of my life. Well (sitting down again), go on : what else ? ' " ' And had you really some at hand yourself? I am sure I never suspected it, you did it so naturally.' " ' And so you actually put this piece of court-plaister by for his sake ? ' said Emma, recovering from her state of shame and feeling, divided between wonder and amusement ; and secretly she added to herself, ' Lord bless me ! when should I ever have thought of putting by in cotton a piece of court-plaister that Frank Churchill had been pulling about ! I never was equal to this. ' " ' Here,' resumed Harriet, turning to her box again, ' here is something still more valuable, — I mean that has been more valuable, — because this is what did really once belong to him, which the court-plaister never did.' " Emma was quite eager to see this superior treasure. It was the end of an old pencil, the part without any lead. '"This was really his,' said Harriet. 'Do not you remember v'i V I ^ 12C LIFE OF 1! 1^ w one morning? — no, I dare say you do not. But one morning — I forget exactly the day — but perhaps it was the Tuesday or Wednesday before that evening, he wanted to make a memorandum in his pocket- book J it was about spruce-beer. Mr. Knightley had been telling him something about brewing spruce-beer, and he wanted to put it down ; but when he took cut his pencil, there was so little lead that he soon cut it all away, and it would not do, so you lent him another, and this was left upon the table as good for nothing. But I kept my eye on it ; and, as soon as I dared, cauglU it up, and never parted with it again from that moment.' '* * I do remember it,' cried Emma ; ' I perfectly remember it. Talking about spruce-beer. Oh ! yr s. Mr. Knightley and I both saying we liked it, and Mr. Elton's seeming resolved to learn to like it too. I perfectly remember it. Stop — Mr. Knightley was standing just here, was not he ? I have an idea he was standing just here.' '' ' Ah ! I do not know. I cannot recollect. It is very odd, but I cannot recollect. Mr. Elton was sitting here, I remember, much about where I am now.' •"Well, goon.' " ' Oh 1 that's all. I have nothing more to show you, or to say, except that I am now going to throw them both behind the fire, and I wish you to see me do it.' " ' My poor dear Harriet ! and have you actually found happiness in treasuring up these things ? ' "'Yes, simpleton as I was ! — but I am quite ashamed of it now, and wish I co ild forgc^t as easily as I can burn them. It was very wrong of me, ^ on know, to keep any remembrances after he was married. I knew it was — but had not resolution enough to part with them.' " ' But, Harriet, is it necessary to burn the court-plaister ? I have not a word to say for the bit of old pencil, but the court-plaister might be useful. ' " 'I shall be happier to burn it,' cried Harriet. ' It has a dis- agreeable look to me. I must get rid of everything. There it goes, and there is an end, thank Heaven ! of Mr. Elton.' " The Mr. Frank Churchill here mentioned is the young JANE AUSTEN. 127 man whom destiny seems to have provided for Emma herself. He is the son of Mr. Weston by a former marriage, and has been adopted by wealthy relatives in Yorkshire whose name he has taken, and whose fortune he is to inherit. He has been always coming to High- bury, but has never come, being prevented, as he says, by the tyrannical caprice of Mrs. Churchill, who will not let him leave her side. Mr. and Mrs. Weston have however, filled Highbury with the n^port of his perfec- tions, and they have been cherishing the hope of a match between him and Emma. At last he comes, and he proves to be in person, manners and conversa- tion everything that Highbury believed him to be, and becomes generally popular. Mr. Knightley alone, who had conceived a prejudice against the young man before his arrival, remains rather unaccountably set against him. To Emma, who had felt a natural interest in him before- hand, he pays the most marked attention. Emma receives the attentions with pleasure, and l»[*. and Mrs. Weston think that their hope is going to be fulfilled. But Emma, though at one time on the brink of love, does not go beyond the brink. Mr. Frank Churchill's arrival, however, had been immediately followed by that of Miss Jane Fairfax, who came to stay with her grandmother and aunt, Mrs. and Miss L ^ at Highbury. Miss Fairfax is very beauti- ful and highly accomplished, but she ic a child of mis- fortune. She has been brought up by charitable friends, and is now, as it is given out, going to earn bitter bread as a governess. She is demure and very reserved. There is something mysterious about her. Apparently ■ ^ % I J 128 LIFE OF ^ I I \ she has something on her mind besides the necessity of going out as a governess. Emma dishkes her, partly because she is tired of hearing the Bateses sing her praises, partly on account of her reserve, partly, as the censorious Mr. Knightley suggests, on account of her superior accomplishments. Jane has met Frank Churchill at Weymouth, but cannot be induced to talk about him. For his part he affects to regard Jane as a mere acquaint ance, and in talking about her to Emma criticises her character, her complexion, and her way of dressing her hair, as though she were entirely indifferent to him. He even seems to share an injurious fancy which Emma had conceived about a previous part of Jane's history. At the same time he goes a good deal, on various pre- tences, to the house of the Bateses, which, as Mrs. Bates is deaf and her daughter is an insufferably garrulous old maid, he would not be likely to do without some other attraction. To the keen eye of Mr. Knightley, an interchange of looks and other signs of intelligence between Frank Churchill and Jane Fairfax begin to be visible. Jane plays divinely on the piano, but has no instrument. Frank Churchill goes all the way to London to have his hair cut. Immediately afterwards Jane Fairfax receives from an unknown donor the gift of a Broadwood piano. Still Frank Churchill continues to flirt with Emma, and the hope of Mr. and Mrs. Weston is confirmed. Other complications arise. Mr. Knightley, by the high opinion which, partly in opposition to Emma's prejudice, he expresses of Jane Fairfax, by his delight at her playing on the piano, and by the attention which JANE AUSTEN. 12& he shows her and her aunt in sending his carriage to take them to a party, gives birth to a belief, especially in the mind of Mr. Weston, that he is falling in love with Jane. He is suspected of being the giver of the mysterious piano. He, however, contradicts and laughs at the report in a manner which satisfies Emma, who knows the perfect openness of his character. But this, as will presently appear, is not the only false impression to which his kindness and courtesy give rise. Harriet, while she is taking a walk with another girl, is mobbed by a gang of gipsies. She is rescued by Frank Churchill. An intercepting situation is thus created, and Emma, whose fancy is incorrigibly match- making, and who had already been led to form surmises in that direction, thinks that il must lead to love. In a conversation with Harriet on the subject, her con- jecture is apparently confirmed, and she goes away with the belief that Harriet at all events is in love with Frank. Mindful of her former misadventure, she tries to give her friend sage counsel, advises her to check his feelings, bids her be observant of the object of her aspirations, and let his behaviour be the guide of her sensations. At the same time she owns that more wonderful things have happened and matches of greater disparity have taken place. Harriet has not mentioned the name, and Emma in her extreme caution desires that no name may ever pass their lips. She and Harriet aie at cross- purposes, as soon appears. The plots runs on, with great variety of social acci- dents and lively play of character, through a series of scenes, including two dinner-parties, a ball, a garden- 9 180 LIFE OF I • party and a picnic ; the subordinate personages, Mr. Woodhouse, Mr. and Mrs. John Knightley, Mr. and Mrs. Elton, Mrs. and Miss Bates, performing their several parts. The mystery of the situation is all the time artfully preserved. The mystery is cleared up and the play is brought to its conclusion by the death of the great Mrs. Churchill. Frank Churchill, being now set free, avows a secret engagement to Jane Fairfax. It was in reality to meet her that he had come to Highbury. His attentions to Emma had been either a mere mask for his connection with Jane, or an indulgence of his vanity and his love of amusement. They had, however, excited the jealousy of his betrothed enough to bring on a quarrel between them which made her look in earnest for a situation as a governess, and to produce very strained relations between Jane and Emma, so that Jane had avoided Emma's visits and refused to take an airing in the Hartfield carriage or to eat arrowroot from the Hart- field storeroom. The Westons having remained under their fond delusion, Emma is taken to Randalls by Mr. Weston, that his wife may there break to her what they both suppose will be dreadful news. They find to their relief ihat she is heart-whole. Emma may rejoice in her own escape, but she has a second time to do penance for her match-making pro- pensities by breaking the sad news of Frank Churchill's engagement to her unlucky Harriet. This she proceeds to do; but she finds to her surprise that the tidings have reached Harriet already and affect her not at all. The man of \ 'horn Harriet had been speaking in her II \ JANE AUSTEN. IBi I last conversation with Emma was not Frank Churchill, for whom she cares nothing, but one infinitely his superior. It was Mr. Knightley, and by Mr. Knightley, she thinks she has reason to hope, her affection is re- turned. Emma is thunderstruck. Harriet sees it, and acknowledges that Mr. Knightley is far above her, but reminds Emma of her own encouraging words about the possible occurrence of marriages of disparity, and hopes that Emma is too good to oppose the match. Instantly the state of Emma's own heart is revealed to her. Why was it so much worse that Harriet should be in love with Mr. Knightley than with Frank Churchill ? Why was the evil so dreadfully increased by Harriet's having reason to hope that her affection was returned ? " It darted through her with the speed of an arrow that Mr. Knightley m'lst marry no one but herself." Harriet, however, is ready with her proofs. Emma had told her to observe the gentleman's demeanour, and she has observed it. At the ball, when Mr. Elton had rudely refused to dance with Harriet and she was left forlorn, Mr. Knightley had come to the rescue and been her partner. At the garden-party at his house he had walked with her apart from the rest of the company. It is true, too, that he has been speaking with pleasure of the improvement which he found in Harriet, and he seemed to like her society. Emma is plunged in misery, and her suffering is all the greater because she owes it partly to her own folly in having excited and encouraged Harriet's ambition, though she had little dreamed that her own Mr. Knightley was its mark. It is needless to say that Harriet is totally mistaken. \ 13?, LIFE OF Mr. Knightley has ncer thought of her. He danced with her at the ball out of compassion and courtesy. When he took her for a walk with him at Donwell it was to show her an attractive view of Robert Martin's farm. If he has sought to improve his acquaintance with her it has been in the hope of bringing her and Martin together again. His real attraction has been to Emma, as Emma's has been to him. Friendship on both sides has been gradually warmed and ripened into love. Of this, looking back, we see that there have been intimations all along. At the ball Emma cannot bear that Mr. Knightley should, instead of starJing up to dance, be classing himself with the fathers and husbands and whist-players, so young as he looked. " His tall, upright, firm figure among the bulky forms and stooping shoulders of the elderly men was such as Emma felt must draw every- body's eyes." Later in the evening, when he has been dancing with Harriet Smith, and Mr. Weston is heard calling on them to begin dancing again — " 'I am ready,' said Emma, 'whenever I am wanted. '^ " ' Whom are you going to dance with ? ' asked Mr. Knightley. *' She hesitated a moment and then replied, * With you, if you will ask me.' " ' Will you ? ' said he, offering his hand. " ' Indeed I will. You have shown that you can dance, and you know that we are really not so much brother and sister as to make it at all improper.' •' ' Brother and sister ! no, indeed.' " The prejudice which Knightley, usually so just, allowed himself to form against Frank Churchill before V *': ,1 JANE AUSTEN. 133 he had seen him, was in fact unconscious jealousy twin- born with unconscious love. Emma's disturbance when it was supposed that Knightley was falling in love with Jane Fairfax, and her anxiety to prove that the belief was false, were corresponding indications on her side. Believing that Emma had given her hand to Frank Churchill, Knightley had left home and gone to stay with his brother and sister-in-law in London, where, however, the picture of wedded happiness only added a sting to his sorrow. Returning to Highbury when Frank Churchill's engagement to Jane Fairfax has been de- clared, he calls at Hartfield in his character of friend and counsellor to comfort Emma. To his surprise and delight, he finds that, so far as Frank Churchill is con- cerned, she needs no comfort. To her surprise and delight, as they are walking together in the shrubbery he tells his love, and misery gives place to perfect happiness. They go in, an engaged couple, to tea with Mr. Woodhouse, who, little suspecting that the man is going to rob him of his Emma, expresses his anxious hope that he may not have caught cold from the damp- ness of the evening. " Could he have seen into the heart, he would have cared very little for the lungs. ' It is a really charming scene. Knightley and Emma are in bliss. But poor Harriet Smith is cast out of it a second time. Amidst the glow of happiness brought on by Knightley's declaration, Emma had time to rejoice that Harriet's secret had not escaped her, and to resolve that it never should. But we are called upon specially to remark that she had not any of that *' heroism of sentiment," that " generosity *¥ 134 LIFE OF run mad," which could lead her for a moment to think of trying to transfer Knightley's affections to her friend, or of refusing him because he could not marry them both, as the heroines of romantic fiction might have done. But Harriet, as might have been foreseen, is united to her Robert Martin. Nor is Mr. Woodhouse forgotten. His consternation of course is extreme. Emma, the best of daughters, cannot think of leaving her father. But Mr. Knightley promises to leave Donwell and live at Hartfield. A robbery which providentially takes place in the neigh- bourhood makes the nervous old gentleman feel the need of a stout protector, and he allows the marriage to take place without delay. Lord Brabourne cannot endure Knightley, thinks that he interferes too much, judges other people too quickly and too harshly, that he is too old for Emma, and that there is something incongruous in her marrying the elder brother of her elder sister's husband. He thinks that Knightley does not rise above the standard of respect- ability, that he is too respectable to be a hero at all. He is certain " that Emma was not n*^arly so happy as she pretended, that her husband frequently lectured her, was jealous of every agreeable man that ventured to say a civil word to her, and evinced his intellectual superiority by such a plethora of eminently sensible conversations as either speedily hurried her to an untimely grave or induccu her to run away with somebody possessed of an mferior intellect but more endearing quahties." The woman judged otherwise, and we feel pretty sure that her judgment was right. The vine had found its sup- JANE A USTEN. 185 porting elm, and we do not believe that the elm ever lectured its encircling vine, much less that it lectured in such a style as to cause untimely death or elopement. We have some misgivings, however, as to the final per- sistence of Mrs. Knightley never to tell Mr. Knightley Harriet Smith's secret, especially as Mr. Martin's farm was in sight from the lime-walk of Donwell Abbey. " Emma " is very rich in character, especially in the comic varieties, and in the social incident by which cha- racter is brought out. Highbury, just as Highbury was in those quiet days, lives and acts before us. Mr. Woodhouse's valetudinarianism is perhaps a little overdone, as when he proposes to a whole party to join him in a little water gruel, and his nervous tremors about the weather, open doors and dangerous corners in driving, would be extreme in the picture of an old lady, and are scarcely credible in a picture of an old gentle- man. Still he is excellent fun. His benevolence leads him to watch not only over his own digestion, but over the digestion of his friends ; and his daughter has to take care that he does not out of sheer kindness starve his guests, and that when she has provided a good dinner or supper her friends are permitted to eat it. He tenderly reproaches her with having allowed the muffin to be handed round more than once. His horror of marriage, which disturbs the even tenor of his life, is interrupted by his fear of wedding-cake, which he vainly tries to pre- vent everybody from eating, having armed himself with the formal opinion of bis medical oracle, Mr. Parry, that wedding-cake, unless eaten in moderation, may disagree with most people. When Emma goes out to a party^ .1! 136 LIFE OF W \h I } i leaving Mrs. Goddard and Mrs. Bates to spend the evening with her father, and having provided a good supper for the two old ladies, who do not gef good suppers at home, we at once foresee what will happen. It does happen : the sweetbread and asparagus, of which Mrs. Bates happened to be particularly fond, are pro- nounced not cooked enough and are sent away, while the two old ladies are regaled on baked apples and biscuits. Yet nobody, not even his strong-minded and somewhat sarcastic son-in-law, John Knightley, has a word of any- thing but respect and regard for Mr. Woodhouse. He owes this in part to his social position, mainly to his genuine kindness and courtesy, while Emma's devotion is in itself enough to keep ridicule at bay. His other daughter, Isabella, wrapped up in her husband and children, and, if not a valetudinarian, fully entering into Mr. Woodhouse's valetudinarianism, is more her father's child, while Emma is apparently more the child of the lost mother. The same skill is shown in making the distinction between the characters of the two brothers Knightley, the two being cast in the same mould and equal in general worth, but that of the elder being superior in depth, tenderness, and refinement to that of the younger, who perhaps, as a lawyer, has something of professional hardness. The Eltons are also excellent — Mr. Elton, the clerical Adonis and the idol of school-teachers and school-girls, thoroughly conscious of his own perfections and filled with disgust at the thought of his being deemed not too good for Harriet Smith ; Mrs. Elton, accomplished and dashing, but intensely conceited, pushing and ill-bred, JANE A USTEN. 187 always boasting of her relations to the Sucklings, their Maple Grove and their barouche-landau, coolly seating herself as soon as she sets foot in Highbury by the side of Emma on the social throne, surprised to find that the person who had brought Emma up was " quite a gentle- woman," talking of ** Knightley," making herself the centre of everything, patronizing everybody, and promising to find Jane Fairfax a situation as governess in a family where they have wax candles in the schoolroom. " Insufferable woman " is the reflection which naturally bursts from Emma after their ufst interview. But to the reader Mrs. Elton is very far from being insufferable. But no character in the tale is more amusing than that of Miss Bates, the worthy old maid, happy in eking out a narrow income and taking care of a failing mother, universally popular from her effusive goodness of heart, and at the same time supremely ridiculous from the confusion which reigns in her brain and is poured forth by her voluble tongue. Mr. Woodhouse, whom, as a quiet talker upon little matters and a retailer of harmless gossip, she exactly suits, has sent her a present of Hart- field pork, with anxious directions as to the manner in which it is to be cooked. At the same time arrives the news that Mr. Elton is going to be married. Miss Bates rushes in, overflowing at once with excitement about the news and with gratitude for the present of pork. *' Full of thanks, ami full of news, Miss Bates knew not which to give quickest. Mr. Knightley soon saw that he had lost his moment, and that not another syllable of communication could rest with him. " ' Oh, my dear sir, how are you this morning? My dear Miss ■ ' I I f 1 i 1 ■ 1 1 \ 1 ,1 11 I 1 188 LIFE OF Woodhouse — I come quite overpowered. Such a beautiful hind- quarter of pork ! You are too bountiful ? Have you heard the news ? Mr. Elton is going to be married. ' "Emma had not had time even to think of Mr. Elton, and she was so completely surprised that she could not avoid a little start, and a little blush, at the sound. '* * There is my news — I thought it would interest you,' said Mr. Knightley, with a smile, which implied a conviction of some part of what had passed between them. "•But where could you hear it?' cried Miss Bates. 'Where could you possibly hear it, Mr. Knightley? For it is not five minutes since I received Mrs. Cole's note — no, it cannot be more than five — or at least ten — for I had got my bonnet and spencer on, just ready to come out — I was only gone down to speak to Patty again about the pork — ^Jane was standing in the passage — were you not, Jane? — for my mother was so afraid that we had not any salting-pan large er jgh. So I said I would go down and see, and Jane said, "Shall I ijo down instead ? for I think you have a little cold, and Patty has been washing the kitchen." — "Oh, my dear," — said I — well, and just then came the note. A Miss Hawkins — that's all I know. A Miss Hawkins of Bath. But, Mr. Knightley, how could yo j possibly have heard it? for the very moment Mr. Cole told Mrs. Cole of it» she sat down and wrote to me. A Miss Hawkins ' " ' I was with Mr. Cole en business an hour and a half ago. He had just read Elton's letter as I was shown in, and handed it to me directly.' " ' Well ! that is quite — I suppose there never was a piece of news more generally interesting. My dear sir, you are really too bountiful. My mother desires her very best compliments and regards, and a thousand thanks, and says you really quite oppress her.' " ' We consider our Hartfield pork,' replied Mr. Woodhouse — ' indeed it certainly is, so very superior to all other pork, that Emma and I cannot have a greater pleasure than ' " * Oh, my dear sir, as my mother says, our friends are only too good to us» If ever there were people who, without having great wealth themselves, had everything they could wish for, I am sure it is us. We may well say that "our lot is cast in a goodly heritage."^ Well, Mr. Knightley, and so you actually saw the letter — well * JANE AUSTEN. 189 •' ' It was short — merely to announce — but cheerful, exulting, of course.' Here was a sly glance at Emma. * He had been so for- tunate as to — I forget the precise words — one has no business to remember them. The information was, as you state, that he was going to be married to a Miss Hawkins. By his style I should imagine it just settled.' " The hand which drew Miss Bates, though it could not have drawn Lady Macbeth, could have drawn Dame Quickly or the nurse in "Romeo and Juliet." !. i ni •'/ I:' 'J nil CHAPTER VI. ♦^TpHERE is a tradition that among a party of distin- X guished literary men who had met in a country house and were discussing the merits of different authors, it was proposed that each should write down the name of the work of fiction which had given him the greatest pleasure, and that on opening the slips of paper it was found that seven bore the name of " Mansfield Park." Of all Jane Austen's works this perhaps is the one which will best repay careful perusal. It teems with delicate touches of character and fine strokes of art. The principal figure in "Mansfield Park" is Fanny Price. Fanny's mother is the wife of a poor lieutenant of marines, and has married " to disoblige her family." But she has a sister who "with only seven thousand pounds had the good luck to captivate Sir Thomas Bertram of Mansfield Park, in the county of North- ampton, and to be thereby raised to the rank of^a baronet's lady, with all the comforts and consequence of a handsome house and large income." She has another sister married to Mr. Norris, who holds the family living of Mansfield. Mrs. Price's family multi- plying, she is glad to make up the quarrel with her LIFE OF JANE AUSTEN. I' 141 )f distin- country authors, he name greatest er it was d Park." ne which I delicate is Fanny ieutenant r family." thousand Thomas Df North- ank ofia isequence She has holds the lily multi- with her family, and it is proposed to relieve her of one of her children. The proposal comes from Mrs. Norris, who gives herself the credit, but adroitly throws the burden on Sir Thomas. Not to the Rectory, therefore, Fanny, the selected child, is brought, but to Mansfield Park. Mansfield Park is a mansion worthy of the baronetage, with a park six miles round, a great train of domestics, a grand butler heading each evening the solemn procession with the tea urn, a bewigged coachman, and all the equipments of aristocratic state and luxury. The style of the writer seems to rise a little with the grandeur of the scene, and there is an approach to tragic dignity at the close. To the inmates of Mansfield Park Fanny Price is introduced. Sir Thomas \z a most worthy man, superior in understanding, and not only a baronet but a gentleman. He is, however, stiff, stately, and somewhat awful. There is no merriment except in his absence. He i'oves his children, but does not find his way to their heart. His wife is a brainless beauty, indolent and apathetic, spend- ing her life on the sofa in doing fancy work or fondling her pug, guided in all great matters by her husband and in all little matters by her sister, the busybody Mrs. Norris, but perfectly harmless and good-natured. There are two boys, Thomas and Edmund, two girls, Maria and Julia. The poor little Fanny is at first miserable in the strange house and amidst the unwonted grandeur. No- body means to be unkind to her, but nobody is kind. She is " disheartened by Lady Bertram's silence, awed by Sir Thomas's grave looks, and quite overcome by Mrs. Norris's admonitions. Her elder cousins*, mortify •i ' ii 142 LIFE OF i# 'i her by reflections on her size, and abash her by noticing her shyness ; Miss Lee (the governess) wonders at her ignorance, and the maidservants sneer at her clothes." To complete her woes, she feels that it is naughty \c her not to be happy. At last she finds a friend and champion in the younger boy Edmund, with whose destiny we s-^e at once her destiny is linked. He begins by helping her to write to her dear sailor brother William, and soon he becomes entire master of her affections. Time goes on. Tom Bertram grows up " with all the liberal dispositions of an eldest son who feels born only for expense and enjoyment." Maria and Julia grow up handsome, accomplished, well-bred, but without sterling qualities, showing in their characters the bad effects at once of their father's reserve and of their Aunt Norris's fondness and flattery. Edmund is the flower of the family. He is destined for orders, and in time for the family living, though the debts of his elder brother have somewhat compromised his prospects of preferment and compelled Sir Thomas to sell the next presentation to the epicurean Dr. Grant, doing thereby, as he feels, an injustice to his younger son, though it does not seem to enter his head that he is doing an injustice to the souls of the parishioners. Mr. Norris being defunct, Mrs. Norris has moved from the Rectory to the White House; but she is perpetually at the Park, to the misfortune ot Fanny Price, towards whom she is always harsh and censorious, constantly reminding her of her situation and making a slave of her, while she idolizes and spoils the Misses Bertram. Edmund still treats Fanny with the same kindness ; he directs her reading, trains her mind, I ; JANE AUSTEN. 143 provides a horse for her, and teaches her to ride, and is in all things an affectionate brother to her, while his own excellence unfolds into manhood. On her part gratitude, admiration, and friendship are fast ripening into love. The season of love and love-adventures arrives. That the mice may play for our amusement, the cat is sent away. Sir Thomas finds it necessary to go and look after his estate in Antigua. Even the good Fanny cannot help sinfully feeling that his absence is a relief. There come to Mansfield Henry and Mary Crawford, the brother and sister of Mrs. Grant, whose guests at the Rectory they are. Henry Crawford is a brilliant man of the world with a good property, and so fascinating that though not handsome he is thought so. Mary Crawford is a siren full of grace and wit, besides playing enchantingly on the harp. But they have been brought up under the influence of their uncle, Admiral Crawford, an immoral old gentleman, and they are both of them light and unprincipled, though their superiority of intellect has preserved their moral taste. Edmund Bertram, country-bred though his under- standing is excellent, falls desperately in love with the London liveliness and glitter of Mary Crawford. He cannot help seeing her want of principle and being shocked by the levity with which she talks of serious subjects, and which is especially uncongenial to him as he is going to be a clergyman and thinks worthily of his calling. But he blinds himself to facts, dwells on Mary's amiability and good-nature, which are real, and sets down her faults to the account of a bad education. Fanny Price undergoes the pain not only of watching i\ I 1 I m \ 144 LIFE OF \h . ;j 1 1 th*e growth of this rising passion which is going to rob her of the idol of her own heart, and the object of which, to enhance her anguish, she sees to be unworthy, but of being taken into Edmund's confidence and having her judgment, which steadily rebels, pressed into the service of his fond delusion. For Edmund, while he regards Fanny with the utmost alTection as a sister, has no suspicion that she regards him otherwise than as a brother. The pages in which the martyrdom of Fanny Price's love is told are among the highest eftbrt of the writer's art. "'I think the man who could often quarrel with Fanny,' said Edmund, affectionately, ' must be beyond the reach of any sermons. ' •' P'anny turned farther into the window ; and Miss Crawford had only time to say, in a pleasant manner, ' I fancy Miss Price has been more used to deserve praise than to hear it ; ' when being earnestly invited by the Miss Bertrams to join in a glee, she tripped off to the instrument, leaving Edmund looking after her in an ecstasy of admiration of all her many virtues, from her obliging manners down to her light and graceful tread. ** * There goes good humour, I am sure,' said he presently. ' There goes a temper which would never give pain ! How well she walks ! and how readily she falls in with the inclination of others ! joining them the moment she is asked. What a pity,' he added, after an instant's reflection, ' thai she should have been in such, hands ! ' "Fanny agreed to it, and had the pleasure of seeing him continue at the window with her, in spite of the expected glee ; and of having his eyes soon turned, like hers, towards the scene without, where all that was solemn, and soothing, and lovely, appeared in the brilliancy of an unclouded night, and the contrast of the deep shade of the woods. Fanny spoke her feelings. ' Here's harmony ! ' said she ; 'here's repose ! Here's what may leave all painting and all music behind, and what poetry only can attempt to describe ! JANE AUSTEN. 145 Here's what may trnnquilli/e every care, and lift tlie heart to rapture 1 When I look out on such a night as this, I feel as if there couUl be neither wickedness nor sorrow in the world ; and there certainly would be less of both if the sublimity of nature were more attended to, and people were carried more out of themselves by contemplating such a scene.' '• ' I like to hear your enthusiasm, Fanny. It is a lovely night, and they arc much to be pitied who have not been taught to feel, in some degree, as you do ; who have not, at least, been given a taste for nature in early life. They lose a great deal.' " ' You taught me to think and feel on the subject, cousin.' *' • I had a very apt scholar. There's Arcturus looking very bright.' " ' Yes, and the Bear. I wish I could see Cassiopeia.' " * We must go out on the lawn for that. Should you be afraid ?' '* ' Not in the least. It is a great while since we have had any star-gazing. ' " ' Yes ; I do not know how it has happened.' The glee began. •We will stay till this is finished, Fanny,' said he, turning his back on the window ; and as it advanced, she had the mortification of seeing him advance too, moving forward by gentle degrees towards the instrument, and when it ceased, he was close by the singers, among the most urgent in requesting to hear the glee again.' " Fanny sighed alone at the window till scolded away by Mrs. Norris's threats of catching cold." Meantime Henry Crawford, in his profligate way, is making love to Maria and Julia Bertram at the same time, while the oisters, both in love with him, are rivals for his regard. But Maria is already engaged, through the manoeuvring of Mrs. Norris, whose darling she is, to Mr. Rushworth, a neighbouring squire with twelve thousand a year but no brains. Nevertheless Henry Crawford finally gives the preference to Maria, who is the greater beauty of the two, and with her carries on a scandalous flirtation, while her betrothed " stands 10 ■* , 146 LIFE OF .' I * •/ dangling his bonnet and plume," and can only relieve himself by disparaging Mr. Crawford's stature. Mary Crawford has moral and intellectual taste enough to appreciate Edmund Bertram ; she is as much in love with him as her shallow heart can be, and is apparently ready to accept him ; but her worldly ambition receives a shock when she finds that he is going to be a clergy- man. Before the discovery, she had spoken to him in very disparaging terms of the profession as one which no man of spirit would enter, and when the discovery is made she cannot get over it, and labours with her siren art to dissuade her lover from a step which would close the door against all hope of public life and worldly distinction. Her prejudice is perhaps increased by the daily sight of Dr. Grant, a respectable clergyman in his way and a good preacher, but an indolent and selfish don vivant, who, if he is disappointed about a green goose, quarrels with his excellent wife and sulks for a whole evening. About the small income, to do her justice, she does not seem to think so much. Edmund, however, cannot consent to change his profession, and he vainly struggles to remove her prejudice, for he is desperately in love. The love affairs, that between Edmund Bertram and Mary Crawford and that between Henry Crawford and Maria Bertram, with the rivalry of Julia, the jealousy of Mr. Rushworth, and the martyrdom of Fanny, are carried on through a succession of scenes, Sir Thomas being still absent in Antigua, where the wishes of all the party except his wife would long detain him. The party go to spend a day at Sotherton, Mr. l.-i JANE A USTEN. 147 are Rushworth's place, and both on the road and in the wanderings about the house, the grounds, and the " wil- derness," moving incidents occur, the flirtation of Mr. Crawford with Miss Bertram especially reaching a great height. This picture of passion and jealousy is finely set off by the figure of Mrs. Norris bandying formal compliments with the dull Mrs. Rushworth, snapping at Fanny, and spunging on the housekeeper for cream cheeses and pheasants' eggs. The party at length sets out for home. "'Well, Fanny, this has been a fine day for you, upon my word ! ' said Mrs. Norris, as they drove through the park. ' No- thing but pleasure from beginning to end ! I am sure you ought to be very much obliged to your Aunt Bertram and me, for contriving to let you go. A pretty good day's amusement you have had ! ' "Maria was just discontented enough to say directly, ^ I think you have done pretty well yourself, ma'am. Your lap seems full of good things, and here is a basket of something between us, which has been knocking my elbow unmercifully.' " * My dear, it is only a beautiful little heath, which that nice old gardener would make me take ; but if it is in your way, I will have it in my lap directly. There, Fanny, you shall carry that parcel for me ; take great care of it ; do not let it fall ; it is a cream cheese, just like the excellent one we had at dinner. Nothing would satisfy- that good old Mrs. Whitaker, but my taking one of the cheeses. I stood out as long as I could, till the tears almost came into her eyes, and I knew it was just the sort that my sister would be delighted with. That Mrs. Whitaker is a treasure ! She was quite shocked when I asked her whether wine was allowed at the second table, and she has turned away two housemaids for wearing white gowns. Take care of the cheese, Fanny. Now I can manage the other parcel and the basket very well.' " ' What else have you been spunging ? ' said Maiia, half pleased that Sotherton should be so complimented. " ' Spunging, my dear ! It is nothing but four of those beautiful f '■ I'l 148 LIFE OF pheasants' eggs, which Mrs. Whitaker would quite force upon me ; she would not take a denial. She said it must be such an amuse- ment to me, as she understood I lived quite alone, to have a few living creatures of that sort ; and so to be sure it will. I shall get the dairymaid to set them under the first spare hen, and if they come to good I can have them moved to my own house and borrow a coop ; and it will be a great delight to me in my lonely hours to attend to them. And if I have good luck, your mother shall have some.' " It was a beautiful evening, mild and still, and the drive was as pleasant as the serenity of nature could make it ; but when Mrs. Norris ceased speaking, it was altogether a silent drive to those within. Their spirits were in general exhausted ; and to determine whether the day had afforded most pleasure or pain, might occupy the meditations of almost all." I„»i Can anything be more vivid than this picture of the sinking of Mrs. Norris's chatter into the general silence, while they all roll on through the still evening, the heart of each exhausted with the joy or sorrow of the day ? The next thing is that the party at Mansfield Park get up private theatricals. The idea is put into their heads by the objectionable Mr. Yates, a nobleman's younger son who has joined the party, having come from a great house where they had been getting up a play but had been prevented from performing it by the untoward death of a grandmother. Edmund, the conscience of the party, protests against a scheme which he knows and which they all more or less know that his father would disapprove, and which in the absence of the head of the house is unseemly. But his protest is unavailing. To complete his dismay the play chosen, after the usual conflict of tastes and vanities, is Lovers' Fows, and parts are cast for Henry Crawford and Maria Bertram so JANE AUSTEN. 149 jpon me ; n amuse - .ve a few shall get d if they id borrow y hours to hall have ive was as hen Mrs. ; to those determine ht occupy e of the I silence, the heart day? Park get ;ir heads younger n a great but had untoward cience of nows and er would ad of the ling. To the usual and parts ertram so that Crawford will have to play Miss Bertram's lover. Edmund protests with increased vehemence. But his virtue is doomed to a fall. Miss Crawford takes the part of Amelia, and Anhalt is to make love to her. But there is no one in the family party to take the part of Anhalt. She is distressed at the thought of its being taken by a stranger ; her lover shares her embarrassment, the siren uses her allurements, and to prevent worse mischief Edmund persuades himself that there is nothing for it but that he should take the part of Anhalt himself. He labours hard to sophisticate his own judgment and tries to make Fanny, for whose moral instincts he has a deep respect, his accomplice in the attempt. All the spirits of evil triumph in the victory over Edmund's virtue. Fanny is horrified at this self-abasement of her idol. For herself, morally firm and steadfast, though sensitive, timorous, and lowly in her own eyes, she with gentle resolution refuses to take a part, and only with much misgiving consents to fill a vacant place by reading in the rehearsal. Henry Crawford having distinctly thrown the handkerchief to Maria by giving her the first female part and the one in which she would have him to play her lover, Julia is in dudgeon. Otherwise all goes on swimmingly. Mrs. Norris and the maids are at work on the green baize curtain, in the making of which, by her skilful management, half a crown's worth of rings are saved ', and Mr. Rushworth, to whom the part suitable to his intellect is assigned, is desperately trying to learn his forty-two speeches, and is partly consoling himself under the pangs of jealousy with the prospect of appearing in a blue dress and a pink satin cloak. The !. 'I 100 LIFE OF 1 I billiard-room has been fitted up as a stage, and Sir Thomas's sanctum has been turned upside down to furnish a green room. A rehearsal is going on : the hand of Henry Crawford as Frederick is on the heart of Maria as Agatha^ when Julia bursts in with the announce- ment that Sir Thomas has returned and is in the hall iit that moment. The company disperses in dismay, Frederick, however, even after the thunderbolt has fallen, continuing to press the hand of Agatha to his heart. A scene of comic agony ensues, and it reaches the climax when Sir Thomas goes to indulge himself with a sight of his own dear room. " When tea was soon afterwards brought in, and Sir Thomas, getting up, said that he found that he could not be any longer in the house without just looking into his own dear room, every agitation wps returning. He was gone before anything had been said to prepare him for the change he must find there ; and a pause of alarm followed his disappearance. Edmund was the first to speak. " ' Something must be done,' said he. " ' It is time to think of our visitors,' said Maria, still feeling her hand pressed to Henry Crawford's heart, and caring little for any- thing else. ' Where did you leave Miss Crawford, Fanny ? ' " Fanny told of their departure, and delivered their message. " ' Then poor Vates is all alone,' cried Tom. ' I will go and fetch him. He will be no bad assistant when it all comes out.' "To the theatre he went, and reached it just in time to witness the first meeting of his father and his friend. Sir Thomas had been a good deal surprised to find candles burning in his room ; and on casting his eye round it, to see other symptoms of recent habitation and a general air of confusion in the furniture. The removal of the book-case from the billiard-room door struck him especially, but he had scarcely more than time to feel astonished at all this, before there were sounds from the billiard-room to astonish them still further. Some one was talking there in a very loud accent ; he did M : and Sir lown to )n : the heart of inounce- the hall dismay, IS fallen, eart. A e climax I sight of r Thomas, r longer in )oni, every ; had been nd a pause he first to feeling her tie for any- y?' lessage. vill go and ;s out.' B to witness IS had been m ; and on t habitation aoval of the ally, but he this, before I them Still ent ; he did JANE AUSTEN. 161 not know the voice — more than talking — almost hallooing. He stepped to the door, rejoicing at that moment in having the means of immediate communication, and, opening it, found himself on the stage of a theatre, and opposed to a ranting young man, who appeared likely to knock him down backwards. At the very moment of Yates perceiving Sir Thomas, and giving perhaps the very best start he had ever given in the whole course of his rehearsals, Tom Bertram entered at the other end of the room ; and never had he found greater difficully in keeping his countenance. His father's looks of solemnity and amazement on this, his first appearance on L..y stage, and the gradual metamorphosis of the impassioned Baron Wildenheim into the well-bred and easy Mr. Yates, making his bow and apology to Sir Thomas Bertram, was such an exhibition, such a piece of true acting, as he would not have lost upon any account. It would be the last — in all probability — the last scene on that stage ; but he was sure there could not be a finer. The house would close with the greatest eclat." After this Henry Crawford takes flight, leaving Maria Bertram in the lurch. Her father, who sees that Mr. Rushworth is a man whom she cannot and does not love, offers to get her released from the engagement. But pride and resentment forbid her to let Henry Crawford think that she renounces a grand establishment for the sake of one who has played with her and deserted her. Nor can she endure the renewed restraint of her father's presence. She assures Sir Thomas that she does not wish to break off her engagement, and she is married with due pomp and elegance to Mr. Rush- worth, the service being impressively read by Dr. Grant. " In all the important preparations of the mind she was complete ; being prepared for matrimony by a hatred of home, restraint, and tranquillity ; by the misery of dis- appointed affection, and contempt of the man she was to !i^ I it fiil iHlEi SnH HIc ^^H ■v.v PI P ilm^l ' Fwi ' bHHH '■ , W^HwH ' ' fUJ. J . i ', . I 152 LIFE OF marry. The rest might wait. The preparations of new carriages and furniture might wait for London and spring, when her own taste could have fairer play." There is not a severer touch in Jane Austen's works. After the wedding the pair go to .Brighton, taking Julia with them. Fanny Price is now the only young lady at Mansfield Park, and is brought from the background into the fore- ground. Sir Thomas is struck with the improvement in her appearance. She has been prettily called by Miss Sarah Tytler a white violet, and the white violet has now attained the fulness of its beauty and fragrance. Her dear sailor brother having come to visit her, a bail is given for her and him at Mansfield, to the surprise and disgust of Mrs. Norris, whose malice grudges her any pleasure or promotion. Miss Crawford has remained at Mansfield, and Henry Crawford has unexpectedly joined her. He is assiduous in cultivating his intimacy with the family at the Park. At last Sir Thomas cannot avoid perceiving " in a grand and careless way," that Mr. Crawford is somewhat dis- tinguishing his niece. After a dinner-party at the parsonage he *' begins to think that any one in the habit of such idle observations would have thought that Mr. Crawford was the admirer of Fanny Price." He divines rightly. Henry Crawford, who set out, as he averred to his light-minded sister, with the intention only of breaking a heart for his amusement, has fallen seriously and deeply in love with Fanny Price. Not only do the beauty, the freshness and tenderness of the white violet attract him, but loose as was his own character, he has • JANE AUSTEN. 168 the sense, and not only the sense, but a sufficient remnant of moral salt in his nature to value character in a wife. His sister, in whom there is the same mixture of good with bad qualities which there is in him, not- withstanding Fanny's want of fortune and position, heartily approves and backs his suit. She conjures into the hands of Fanny before the ball a necklace which is really her brother's gift. The necklace is intended to support a cross brought as a present to Fanny by her brother William : but it does not fit the cross ; a plain gold chain given by Edmund does. By way of opening a sure road to Fanny's heart, Henry Crawford obtains through his uncle, the immoral old admiral, her brother William's promotion in the navy, and himself brings her the joyful news. He declares his love to Fanny, who is all astonishment and confusion. She refuses him on the spot. Still he perseveres, and ardently presses his suit, pride conspiring with love to make him impatient of rejection. His suit is backed by Sir Thomas, who has a solemn interview with Fanny, in which he makes her wretched by intimating that to refuse so perfect a gentle- man, who is also master of Everingham and four thou- sand a year, would be an act on her part not only of extreme folly but of undutifulness. Little knowing what has happened, or what is to come, he says that he would gladly have given Crawford either of his own daughters. To complete Fanny's misery, Edmund also urges her to look favourably on the offer of the man whose sister he still hopes to make his wife, showing' thereby more plainly than ever that her own love of himself is hope- less. Crawford puts forth all his powers of charming, \ . II k ' ;:i I I I n \ \ y l\ ^ \ ■^1 !■ 1*^1 \l 164 LIFE OF \l^\ ) r'i and he has made himself so agreeable, and his real mciits are such that, convinced as Fanny has been by many indications that his character is corrupt, we are led to surmise that he might have prevailed in the end had not Fanny's heart been guarded by the other attachment, which, though hopeless, is still strong. As it is she steadily rejects him, and he at last takes his departure, still, however, refusing to despair, and encouraged by Sir Thomas in the belief that Fanny will presently change her mind. He is evidently intended to be represented as having depth of character of a certain kind, and power of appreciating moral as well as physical beauty. Edmund Bertram has taken the step on the conse- quences of which depends, as he thinks, the happiness of his life. He has been ordained, a ceremony which appears to have been regarded in those days with much less awe than it is now, inasmuch as he, who would have been scrupulous, if any one would, had danced at a ball a few days before. Will Mary Crawford now discard him, or will she quell her ambition, overcome her prejudices, and remain true to the man whom it is evident that, woman of the world and wanting in principle as she is, she has the grace sincerely to love ? She has not made up her mind. Every day Fanny is expecting to hear that Edmund has been accepted by Mary, and that the doom of her own heart is sealed. But still she does not hear it. Edmund's enthralment, however, is still complete. Mary Crawford cannot help showing, and he cannot help seeing, what is bad in her ; but he sets it all down to education and circumstance. JANE AUSTEN. 155 Her enchantments prevail : he makes up his mind that he will be miserable without her, and fervently presses his suit, still pouring his confidences into the sisterly bosom, as he takes it to be, of Fanny, and filling that bosom with agony thereby. Sir Thomas Bertram condescends to a stratagem. He ordains that Fanny shall pay a visit to her family, Avhom she has not seen all these years, and who are living at Portsmouth. His ostensible reason is that she owes this duty to affection. His real reason is that after spending a few weeks in the house of a poor Lieutenant of Marines and his wife, she will know what poverty is, and see how great a mistake she would e i making if she refused the owner of Everingham. She accordingly goes down to Portsmouth with her sailor brother William, who was staying at Mansfield. In one respect Sir Thomas's anticipations are thorouglily ful- filled. Fanny does see what poverty is. The "troUopy" servant-girl by whom she is received at the door is an index to the character of the establishment. The home which she has been longing to see again is the abode of noise, dirt, disorder, and impropriety. The father for whose embrace she yearned is coarse, vulgar, given to drinking spirits and to swearing. He receives his daughter almost with indifference. Her mother is slatternly, a bad manager, and always struggling with the sordid cares and difficulties which her want of ■control over her household and household affairs creates. Fanny's brothers and sisters are an ill-bred, untrained, quarrelsome crew, and their din which resounds through the little house is insufferable. The II I; U I «i 1 \ I 1P6 LIFE OF r- m\i \ house is comfortless as well as small, and the cookery of Rebecca is such that Sir Thomas's cure is in some danger of killing the t.:.tient. The only redeeming part of the picture is the character of Susan Price, in whom a better nature than that of her brothers and sisters shows itself, and who is reclaimed and civilized by Fanny. The heart of Fanny does indeed turn away from a home of poverty to one of wealth, order, elegance and luxury. But it yearns for Mansfield Vcxk and not for Everingham. At Portsmouth she receives a visit from Henry Crawford, whose perseverance, considering that Fanny's attractions are largely moral, we cannot but admire. He once more exerts his powers of fascination, and he has a special opportunity of showing his good breeding and gentlemanly tact by a behaviour to the Pric( family which relieves Fanny from her natural fears of disgrace and shame : for, though she wishes an end to be put to Crawford's unwelcome suit, she does not wish an end to be put to it by the vulgarity of her relations. The visit is without result. While Henry Crawford is talking of Everingham, Fanny listens with indifference : she is all attention when he talks of Mansfield. Still it seems that he would have a chance if Edmund married Mary Crawford. But Edmund does not marry Mary Crawford. She has now got back to London, and is again under the influence of her fashionable and aristocratic set. In the vortex of fast society her worldly ambition gets the upper hand of the love which had been bred in Mansfield Parsonage. In a letter to Fanny, Edmund JANE AUSTEN. 157 says that after seeing Mary in London he has returned to Mansfield in a less assured state than when he left it. Still, he has not received a final answer, and if Mary could only be detached ironi Lady Stornoway, Mrs. Fraser, and the rest of the fast set, there would be hope. Edmund cannot give Mary up : " she is the only woman in the world of ,^rhom he would ever think as a wife." He can the less bear the thought of renouncing her because he would at the same time be renouncing the society of the others who were the most dear to him, since the loss of Mary would, as he fancies, be the loss of Henry Crawford and of Fanny. Edmund's elder brother, the sporting and dissipated Tom, falls dangerously ill. Mary Crawford writes to Fanny to inquire whether he is likely to die, showing plainly that if he does, and if Edmund comes in for the title and the estate, this will make all the difference in the state of her affections. After this we give up Mary for ever. Now comes a crash which brings with it the catas- trophe. In London Henry Crawford again meets Maria Bertram, now Mrs. Rushworth, who, with a husband she cannot love and of whom she cannot help being ashamed, is unhappy amidst her grandeur. She falls into the arms of her old lover, who has not principle enough to resist the temptation. They run away together. At the same time Julia sympathetically elopes with the objectionable Mr. Yates. Fanny is recalled to Mansfield as the only angel of comfort in a house overwhelmed with misery and shame. The Rushworths are divorced, and as Sir Thomas refuses \ 1 . i| m 1C8 LIFE OF i I ' f 'I to receive Maria at Mansfield, Mrs. Norris, whose handiwork as a matchmaker has thus come to hideous ruin, leaves Mansfield and goes to spend in retirement with her Maria the rest of their clouded lives. Since the affair of Crawford and Mrs. Rushworth, Edmund has seen Mary Crawford, and she has spoken of the matter in a tone of such revolting levity and immorality, thinking only of the folly, not of the guilt, and proposing a solution almost as bad as the crime itself, that he has not been able any longer to blind himself to her real character, and has at once cast her off for ever. There has been a stormy scene between them, in which not only the heartlessness but the insolence of the woman of the world has shown itself, though as Edmund was leaving the room her love once more struggled for the mastery, and she showed an inclination to call him back, to which he did not respond. Edrr.und is now thrown back on the sisterly affection of Fanny. As a wife, he still thinks that no other woman but Mary Crawford will do for him. In time, and after much experience of Fanny as a com- forter, he finds that a woman of another sort will do. They are married. Dr. Grant is promoted to a stall at Westminster, where he dies of apoplexy brought on by a course of institutionary dinners. Edmund and Fanny are installed :r. I'.Iafoneld Parsonage. Sir Thomas is consoled in his old age, and Susan Price takes Fanny's place with Lady Bertram. Among the subordinate characters, the most notable is that of Mrs. Norris. Short of criminality, nothing , whose hideous tirement shworth, 1 spoken Mty and he guilt, le crime to blind cast her between but the vn itself, 3ve once )wed an did not affection no other lim. In 5 a corn- will do. a stall 3ught on and and ge. Sir i Susan t notable , nothing JAIVE AUSTEN. 159 can be more odious ; nor has Jane Austen painted anything which we should say was more worthy of hatred. Mrs. Norris is harsh, ill-natured, mean, and artful. Her mind is thoroughly low. She affects benevolence, but takes care that her good works shall be done at the cost of others. Her behaviour to poor Fanny is execrable, and one wonders that Sir Thomas can overlook it, or fail " in his solemn musings " to see what she is, notwitiistanding all her professions of devotion to his interest. She cackles over her grand triumph in preventing a poor boy who has come on an errand from getting his dinner in the servants' hall. She is thievish withal : after the catastrophe of the theatricals she makes off with the green baize curtain, and after the wedding she filches the supernumerary jellies. Feehng that she ought to send a present to the nephews and nieces whom she has not seen for a number of years, she balances between two old prayer-books, and at last cannot make up her mind to part with either. There is nothing in her not thoroughly selfish except her doting fondness for her two Bertram nieces, which is itself closely connected with her own vanity, and which leads them both to ruin. Yet what character is dearer to us than Mrs. Ncris? What would even " Mansfield Park " be without her? It is to the bad characters in novels and plays fhat we are indebted after all for the excitement and the mn. Between the character of Mrs. Norris and that of her sister Lady Bertram, there is perhaps a rather unnatural gap. Nor are the indolence, apathy, and mental vacancy \ ! ii Is i^m 160 LIFE OF v: V 1 ir of Lady Bertram kept quite within the bounds of credulity even when all allowance is made for a life spent in the lap of ease and luxury. With regard to these comic characters, however, we must repeat that the features of the comic mask, to produce an effect, must be exaggerated. Lady Bertram's passive faultlessness in all the relations of life is skilfully sustained. It appears in her reception of her husband after his return from the West Indies. " By not one of the circle was he listened to with such unbroken, unalliiyed enjoyment as by his wife, who was really extremely happy to see him, and whose feelings were so warmed by his sudden arrival, as to place her nearer agitation than she had been for the last twenty years. She had been almost fluttered for a few minutes, and still ren-^med so sensibly animated as to put away her work, move pug from her side, and give all her attention and all the rest of her sofa to her husband. She had no anxieties for anybody to cloud /ler pleasure : her own time had been irreproachably spent during his absence : she had done a great deal of Carpet work, and made many yards of fringe ; and she would have answered as freely for the good conduct and useful pursuits of all the young people as for her own. It was so agreeable to her to see him again, and hear him talk, to have her ear amused and her whole comprehension filled by his narratives, that she began particularly to feel how dreadfully she must have missed him, and how impossible it would have been for her to bear a lengthened absence." Lady Bertram's letter to Fanny upon the dangerous illness of Tom Bertram is a counterpart as a self revela- tion to the letters of Mr. Collins in "Pride and Pre- judice." *' ' This distressing intelligence, as you may suppose,' observed her ladyship, after giving the substance of it, ' has agitated us exceedingly, and we cannot prevent ourselves from beirg greatly JANE AUSTEN. 161 inds of r a life gard to that the ;t, must sness in appears rom the anbroken, ely happy is sudden ;n for the V minutes, her work, 11 the rest nybody to ably spent work, and d as freely people as , and hear prehension » feel how e it would angerous elfrevela- and Pre- ;,' observed agitated us it g greatly alarmed and apprehensive for the poor invalid, whose state Sir Thomas fears may be very critical ; and Edmund kindly proposes attending his brother immediately, but I am happy to add that Sir Thomas will not leave me on this distressing occasion, as it would be too trying for me. We shall greatly miss Edmund in our small circle, but I trust and hope he will find the poor invalid in a less alarming state than might be apprehended, and that he will be able to bring him to Mansfield shortly, which Sir Thomas proposes should be done, and thinks best on every account, and I flatter myself the poor sufferer will soon be able to bear the removal with- out material inconvenience or injury. As I have little doubt of your feeling for us, my dear Fanny, under these distressing circumstances, I will write again very soon. ' " We measure the extent of the disasters which have fallen upon the family by their effect in overcoming the apathy of Lady Bertram. Fanny (on her return from Portsmouth to Mansfield) had scarcely passed the solemn- looking servants when Lady Bertram came from the drawing-room to meet her : came with no indolent step, and falling on her neck, said, " Dear Fanny, now I shall be comfortable." A fine stroke of art is the character of the third sister, Mrs. Price. She resembles by nature more the easy and indolent Lady Bertram than the bustling and managing Mrs. Norris. Her imprudent marriage has forced her into the management of a poor and troublesome house- hold, for which she is quite unfit. "Her days were spent in a kind of slow bustle ; always busy without getting on ; always behindhand, and lamenting it without altering her ways ; wishing to be an economist without contrivance or regularity; dissatisfied with her servants without skill to make them better, and whether helping or reprimanding or indulging them, without any iz I ?' I ti! % m '51 \ ,1 A 1 w j| Si! J i ^1 . : 1 ; i y 162 Z/ZTE C>F power of engaging their respect." " She might have made just as good a woman of consequence as Lady- Bertram, but Mrs. Norris woul' have been a more respectable mother of more children on a small income." A bit of justice, by the way, is here done even to Mrs. Norris, who had energy and management, if she had nothing else. It is a fine touch in the description of Mrs. Price that '* her voice resembled the soft monotony of Lady Bertram's, only worn into fretfulness." There is nothing in Zola more realistic, if that some- what disagreeable word must be used, than the descrip- tion of the Price household : " She (Fanny) was deep in other musing. The remembrance of her first evening in that room, of her father and his newspaper, came across her. No candle was now wanted. The sun was yet an hour and a half above the horizon. She felt that she had, indeed, been three months there ; and the sun's rays falling strongly into the parlour, instead of cheering, made her still more melancholy, for sunshine appeared to her a totally different thing in a town and in the country. Here, its power was only a glare ; a stifling, sickly glare, serving but to bring forward stains and dirt that might otherwise have slept. There was neither health nor gaiety in sunshine in a town. She sat in a blaze of oppressive heat, in a cloud of moving dust, and her eyes could only wander from the walls, marked by her father's head, to the table cut and notched by her brothers, where stood the tea-board, never thoroughly cleaned, the cups and saucers wiped in streaki,, the milk a mixture of motes floating in thin blue, and the bread and butter growing every minute more greasy than even Rebecca's hands had first produced it. Her father read his newspaper, and her mother lamented over the ragged carpet as usual, while the tea was in preparation, and wished Rebecca would mend it." This series of scenes, however, though it vies with 1 ht have IS Lady a more ncome." to Mrs. she had iption of lonotony at some- descrip- nbrance of newspaper, m was yet t she had, ng strongly nelancholy, a town and fling, sickly It otherwise nshine in a 1 of moving marked by :r brothers, le cups and floating in linute more Her father the ragged and wished vies with JANE AUSTEN. 168 Zola in realism, has nothing of Zola's repulsiveness, and it is reUeved by a touch of pathos : " Fanny was silent ; but not from being convinced that there might not be a remedy found for some of these evils. As she now sat looking at Betsey, she could not but think particularly of another sister, a very pretty little girl, whom she had left there not much younger when she went into Northamptonshire, who had died a few years afterwards. There had been something remarkably amiable about her. Fanny in those early days had preferred her to Susan ; and when the news of her death had at last reached Mansfield, had for a short time been quite afflicted. The sight of Betsey brought the image of little Mary back again, but she would not have pained her mother by alluding to her for the world. While considering her with these ideas, Betsey, at a small distance, was holding out something to catch her eyes, meaning to screen it at the same time from Susan's. " ' What have you got there, my love ? ' said P'anny, ' come and show it to me.' " It was a silver knife. Up jumped Susan, claiming it as her own, and trying to get it away ; but the child ran to her mother's protection, and Susan could only reproach, which she did. very warmly, and evidently hoping to interest Fanny on her side. * It was very hard that she was not to have her oiun knife ; it was her own knife ; little sister Mary had left it to her upon her death-bed, and she ought to have had it to keep herself long ago. But mamma kept it from her, and was always letting Betsey get hold of it ; and the end of it would be that Betsey would spoil it, and get it for her own, though mamma had promised her that Betsey should not have it in her own hands.' "Fanny was quite shocked. Every feeling of duty, honour, and tenderness, was wounded by her sister's speech and her mother's reply. " ' Now, Susan,' cried Mrs. Price, in a complaining voice, * now, how can you be so cross ? You are always quarrelling about that knife. I wish you would not be so quarrelsome. Poor little Betsey ; how cross Susan is to you ! But you should not have taken it out. ny dear, when I sent you o the drawer. You know I told ,i .«, I U'l 164 LIFE OF i\ii' '■I ' you not to touch it, because Susan is so cross about it. I must hide it another time, Betsey. Poor Mary little thought it would be such a bone of contention when she gave it me to keep, only two hours before she died. Poor little soul ! she could but just speak to be heard, and she said so prettily, " Let sister Susan have my knife, namma, when I nm dead and buried." Pour little dear ! she was so fond of it, Fanny, that she would have it lie by her in bed, all through her illness. It was the gift of her good godmother, old Mrs. Admiral Maxwell, only six weeks before she was taken for death. Poor little sweet creature ! Well, she was taken away from evil to come. My own Betsey (fondling her), you have not the luck of such a good godmother. Aunt Norris lives too far off to '':'nk of such little people as you.'" It has been said that in the character of Lieutenant Price, and in that of Admiral Crawford, Jane Austen, devoted as she was to the navy, has shown her impar- tiality by letting us see the bad side of the profession. Admiral Crawford, however, though he is a power of evil in the distance, does not come upon the scene, and his keeping a mistress has nothing to do with his profession. Lieutenant Price is not a sailor, but a marine. However, it will be observed that Lieutenant Price, though sadly fallen in moral and mental as well as in material estate, still has the gentleman in him, and can show that he has when the remnant of his self-respect is roused by contact with Henry Crawford. That Jane Austen introduced real persons of her acquaintance into her novds and made game of them, we may be sure is a baseless surmise. Her comic characters are, like those of Moli^re, thoroughly generic, with only enough of individual feature to constitute personality. Much less can we suppose her capable of that vilest and most cowardly of all kinds of libelling JANE AUSTEN. 165 which consists in traducing living and recognizable persons under fictitious names. But there is nothing to hinder our believing that those whom she loved appear in her pages. Her sister Cassandra is certainly there, if not as a distinct portrait, as a general model of tender- ness combined with good sense and of sisterly affection. Nor can we doubt that, in " Mansfield Park," William, Fanny's sailor brother, represents one of the sailor brothers of Jane Austen. A particular incident marks the connection. William brings Fanny a cross as a present. In one of her letters Jane Austen says, "Charles has received ;^3o for his sh£.re of the pri- vateer, and expects ;^io more ; but of what avail is it to take prizes if he lays out the produce in presents to his sisters? He has been buying gold chains and topaz crosses for us. He must be well scolded." A fine picture of the noble profession, with its frankness, its devotion to duty, its cheerfulness under perils and hard- ships, the character of William is : " WUliam was often called on by his uncle to be the talker. His recitals were amusing in themselves to Sir Thomas, but the chief object in seeking them was to understand the reciter, to know the young man by his histories ; and he listened to his clear, simple, spirited details with full satisfaction, seeing in them the proof of good principles, professional knowledge, energy, courage, and cheerfulness, everything that could deserve or promise well. Young as he was, William had already seen a great deal. He had been in the Mediterranean ; in the West Indies ; in the Medi- terranean again ; had been often taken on shore by the favour of his captain, and in the course of seven years had known every variety of danger which sea and war together could offer. With such means in his power he had a right to be listened to ; and though Mrs. Norris could fidget about the room, and disturb everybody in I I H |i H 166 LIFE OF JANE AUSTEN, quest of two needlefuls of thread or a second-hand shirt button, in the midst of her nephew's account of a shipwreck or an engage- ment, everybody else was attentive ; and even Lady Bertram could not hear of such horrors unmoved, or without sometimes lifting her eyes from her work to say, ' Dear me ! how disagreeable ! I wonder anybody can ever go to Fea.' *' To Henry Crawford they gave a different feeling. He longed to have been at sea, and seen and done and suffered as much. His heart was warmed, his fancy fired, and he felt the highest respect for a lad who, before he was twenty, had gone through such bodily hardships, and given such proofs of mind. The glory of heroism, of usefulness, of exertion, of endurance, made his own habits of selfish indulgence appear in shameful contrast ; and he wished he had been a William Price, distinguishing himself and working his way to fortune and consequence with so much self-respect and happy ardour, instead of what he was 1 " ^-\ I «) ImM HI No more exquisite tribute to the boy's heroic calling could be imagined than the self-reproach with which this brilliant and idolized man of the world listens to William's artless narrative. T CHAPTER VII. ERSUASION " was the last work of Miss Austen. When it was written the hand of death was upon her, and when the last touch was put to it she was very near her end. We can therefore hardly help applying in some measure to herself what she says of Lady Elliot, that " she had found enough in her duties, her friends, and her children to attach her to life and make it no matter of indifference to her when she was called on to quit them." That she would feel the value of life, and yet quit it with resignation, is what we should expect of a character like Jane Austen. There is als(^a passage on the melancholy charms of autumn which reminds us the writer's leaf was falling into the sere/ though it is fol- lowed and relieved by an allusion to the farmer ploughing in hope of the spring. Perhaps there is a shade of pen- siveness over the whole novel, and in parts an increased tenderness of sentiment such as comes with the evening hour. " Persuasion " has had passionate admirers in two persons not unqualified to judge — Miss Martineau and Miss Mitford. Though as a whole not so well con- structed as others of Jane Austen's novels, it may be said to contain the finest touches of her art. Its 1 i ', ^1 168 LIFE OF I 1 t:' principal character, the tender, sensitive, and suffering Anne Elliot, is also perhaps the most interesting of Jane Austen's women, setting aside the totally different charm of the blooming and joyous Emma. The title denotes the gentle influences which persuade an injured and resentful lover after the lapse of years to return to his early love. Anne Elliot is the second daughter of Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch, a baronet absurdly proud of his title and inflated with a ridiculous sense of his own .onsequence. Sir Walter is a widower. The eldest daughter, Elizabeth, is the beauty and her father's pride ; Mary is married to Charles Musgrove, heir to a large estate; and Anne, in spite or rather because of her refinement of mind and sweet gentleness of character, is the Cinderella of the family. When the baronet and Elizabeth go to town for the season, Anne is left at home. A few years before she had been a very pretty girl, but her bloom had vanished early, as much from sadness as from lapse of years, and " as even when it was at its height her father had found little to admire in mild dark eyes and delicate features, which had nothing in common with his own, he could think nothing of her when she was faded and thin, and moreover could no longer be expected to add by marriage to the honours of his family tree." She is, however, appreciated by Lady Russell, the great friend of her mother and counsellor of the family, who lives near Kellynch. Seven years before, her troth had been plighted to Captain Wentworth, of the Navy ', but she had rather weakly allowed the match to be broken off", yielding chiefly to the argument that it would be injurious to Captain Wentworth, who was then suffering of Jane t charm denotes red and 1 to his :r of Sir )roud of his own e eldest 's pride ; a large of her liaracter, baronet is left at ry pretty ch from m it was ; in mild •thing in ; of her :ould no )nours of by Lady isellor of s before, th, of the match to t that it (vas then JANE A USTEN. 169 just entering on his profession and had his future to make. Lady Russell, wise and good, but not infallible, had the principal hand in the business. Anne has, how- ever, kept the image of Captain Wentworth in her heart, has loved no one else, has rejected Charles Musgrove, whom her sister afterwards married, and feels at twenty- seven that she was ill-advised at nineteen. Captain Wentworth in the meantime has risen in his profession, has made money by captures in the war, and is now anxious to marry. Anne, whose weakness he resents, he has cast out of his heart, only ;;ta'ning her image as that of the sort of woman whom be de— is for a wife. Sir Walter Elliot, in trying to keep up his state as a baronet, gets into debt, and as he finds it ^'mpossible to retrench on the scene of his grandeur lets Kellynch Hall, which is taken by Admiral Croft, .lose wife is the sister of Captain Wentworth. "A few months more, and he^ perhaps, may be walking here." Sir Walter goes off to Bath, taking with him his eldest daughter and a Mrs. Clay, a widow, the daughter of his solicitor, a sinister personage who, though she has freckles, is fascinating as well as designing. The despised and neglected Anne is for the present left behind, to pass her time first at Uppercross, where her sister Mary and her brother-in-law, Charles Musgrove, inhabit the cottage, and old Mr. and Mrs. Musgrove with their two daughters, Henrietta and Louisa, inhabit the mansion, and afterwards at the house of Lady Russell. Captain Wentworth of course appears upon the scene : he comes to stay with the Crofts at Kellynch Hall, and Anne's heart at once tells her that he is all that he ever II 1 170 LIFE OF was to her. But the man, passing an active and adven- turous life at sea, has had a good deal more to efface his impressions. He meets his former love with cold politeness, and Anne soon hears that he has said of her that she was so changed in looks that he would not have known her. She, alas ! cannot say the same about him, and here again the man has the advantage. Their intercourse continues, and in the description of its^ incidents, and of the feelings of Anne, Jane Austen's highest art is exerted. Captain Wentworth avows him- self anxious to marry. Henrietta and Lousia Musgrove, both of them charming, though not like Anne Elliot, are ready to fall into his arms. He seems at first to prefer Henrietta ; but at last Anne, looking on with throbbing heart, is convinced that he has fixed upon Louisa. A party of pleasure is made to Lyme, where they meet the interesting Captain Benwick, a naval officer who is in melancholy retirement, having lost his betrothed. There also they fall in by accident with Mr. William Elliot, a gentleman who has hitherto at,peared in the background as the heir-presumptive to Sir Walter's baronetcy, but on bad terms with Sir Walter and his family, being loaded with the triple guilt of failing to marry Elizabeth, who was destined for him, marrying another woman,, wealthy but of low family, and speaking contemptuously of the title and its wearer. He has recently lost his objectionable wife. Mr. William Elliot does not recog- nize Anne and her party, nor do they, till he is gone, find out who he is ; but he is evidently struck with Anne, and gazes at her with an earnest admiration, of which she could not be insensible. " She was looking remarkably n \ ? ^ i adven- D efface ih cold i of her •uld not le about Their I of its Austen's ws him- usgrove, Uiot, are o prefer irobbing uisa. A meet the 10 is in There Elliot, a :kground etcy, but y, being Elizabeth, woman,, iptuously lost his ot recog- ;one, find .nne, and rhich she markably JANE AUSTEN. 171 well ; her very regular, very pretty features having the bloom and freshness of youth restored by the fine wind which had been blowing on her complexion, and by the animation of eye which it had also produced. It was evident that the gentleman admired her exceedingly. Captain Wentworth looked round at her instantly in a way which showed his noticing of it. He gave her a momentary glance — a glance of brightness, which seemed to say, * That man is struck with you — and even I, at this moment, see something like Anne Elliot again.' " For the present, however. Captain Wentworth's heart appears to be carried strongly in another direction. Louisa Musgrove, while he is jumping her down some steps, falls, gives herself a serious blow on the head, is carried off senseless, and lies long between life and death. In the scenes which ensue, Anne shows her superiority of sense and self-possession. Wentworth's manner, however, on the afflicting occasion is that of a devoted lover, and Anne, when she goes off with Lady Russell to join her father and sister at Bath, regards him as lost to her and affianced to another, so that there is nothing left for her but perpetual widowhood of the heart. At Bath, where Sir Walter and Elizabeth, with the designing Mrs. Clay, are established in sufficient dignity in Camden Place, Mr. William Elliot again appears, and soon begins to lay close siege to Anne. He is apparently a most eligible gentleman, socially accomplished and with much charm of manner. He is also wealthy, and the heir to the baronetcy, and to Kel- lynch. He might succeed if the fort were not held against him by another, though now hopeless, attachment. \ X j| Mil I ' 1 s fl 1 ' i ~ ■ i ' ■ 1 1 i 1 1 \ 'Nl s^ 178 LIFE OF y^um I Suddenly, in the postscript of a letter from Mary, comes the surprising announcement that not Captain Wentworth, but Captain Benwick is engaged to Louisa Musgrove, over whom he has been hanging in her pro- tracted struggle for life at Lyme. It is a curious turn of affairs, especially as Captain Benwick's movements had for a moment created a false impression that he had fixed his eyes on Anne herself. As "there was fine naval fervour to begin with," Anne sees no reason why the pair should not be happy, while the vista of happi- ness which had seemed finally closed, opens again to her. Captain Wentworth comes to Bath, and the reason of his coming presently appears, though the suspense is still kept up and the gradual manifestation of returning love is managed with much art. After a certain inter- view with him, " Anne said nothing, thought nothing of the brilliancy of the room. Her happiness was from within. Her eyes were bright, and her cheeks glowed j but she knew nothing about it. She was thinking only of the last half-hour, and as they passed to their seats her mind took a hasty range over it. His choice of subjects, his expressions, and still more his manner and his look, had been such as she could see in only one light. His opinion of Louisa Musgrove's inferiority, an opinion which he had seemed solicitous to give, his wonder at Captain Benwick, his feelings as to a first, strong attach- ment — sentences begun which he could not finish, his half-averted eyes and more than half-expressive glance — all, all declared that he had a heart returning to her at last ; that anger, resentment, avoidance were no more \ and that they were succeeded not merely by friendship )m Mary, t Captain to Louisa n her pro- rious turn lovcments lat he had was fine jason why of happi- ain to her. reason of uspense is returning tain inter- nothing ot was from cs glowed ; nking only ir seats her )f subjects, d his look, ight. His in opinion wonder at )ng attach- finish, his e glance — to her at no more ; friendship /ANE A [/STEM 178 and regard, but by the tenderness of the past — yes, some share of the tenderness of the past. She could not contemplate the change as implying less. He must love her." Before long, matters have reached such a point, that " prettier musings of high-wrought love and eternal constancy could never have passed along the streets of Bath than Anne was sporting with from Camden Place to Westgate Buildings. It was almost enough to spread purification and perfume all the way." Mr. William Elliot is still there, but Anne falls in with a Mrs. Smith, a widow to whose husband Mr. Elliot had behaved badly, learns from her his history, and is assured that he is "a man without heart or conscience, a designing, wary, cold-blooded being, who thinks only of himself; who, for his own interest and ease, would be guilty of any cruelty or any treachery that could be perpetrated without risk of his general character." His object, it seems, is partly to countermine the projects of Mrs. Clay, who is still staying at Sir Walter Elliot's, and if she could induce the Baronet to marry her, might cut the heir-presumptive out of the title and estate. This puts him out of the field. Still Captain Wentworth's declara- tion hangs fire. It comes, at last, in the form of a letter declaring that he loves Anne more than when she almost broke his heart eight years before. At Lyme, he says, he had received more than one lesson. Mr. Elliot's passing admiration had roused him, and Anne's conduct on the occasion of Louisa's accident had fixed her superiority in his mind. He is of course accepted with rapture. The Baronet, considering Wentworth's twenty- five thousand pounds and his name, thinks him good i 1 1 J ^•. \ 174 LIFE OF \ enough for Anne, and is willing to insert his name in the Baronetage as that of her husband. Mr. William Elliot and Mrs. Clay go off to the places appointed for them, and " PersuaL.on" has done its work. Of the minor characters the most amusing is Sir Walter Elliot, with his ridiculous family pride and self- importance, and the meanness of soul by which they are naturally accompanied. The scene is very good in which, with the agony of a monarch abdicating his throne, he consents to let Kellynch Hall, treating his tenant as a person who is receiving an immense favour, and who will receive a vast accession of consequence at his hands. He is comforted by the thought that the Hall is let to an Admiral, not to a Mr. ; because a Mr. requires explanation, whereas an Admiral bespeaks his own consequence and at the same time can never make a Baronet look small He drives off " prepared with con- descending bows for all the afflicted tenantry and cottagers who might have had a hint to show themselves." The picture of his social life at Bath, in reduced grandeur but with unreduced pretensions, is very good, and nothing can be more natural than the manner in which he combines with airs of supreme insolence towards all whom he thinks below him in rank, servile worship of those who are above him, such as Lady Dalrymple and her daughter. His personal vanity is as great as his family pride. Here is a scene in which it is played off : "Mr. Elliot, andhis friends in Marlborough Buildings, were talked of the whole evening. ' Colonel Wallis had been so impatient to be introduced to them ; and Mr. Elliot so anxious that he should ; * and there was a Mrs. Wallis, at present known only to them by me in the William ainted for ng is Sir e and self- vhich they ry good in icating his reating his ise favour, lequence at It that the ;ause a Mr. espeaks his never make ;d with con- id cottagers ives." The d grandeur good, and er in which towards all worship of rymple and Treat as his played off : Ts, were talked o impatient to \t he should ; * liy to them by JANE AUSTEN. 175 description, as she was in daily expectation of her confinement ; but Mr. Elliot spoke of her as 'a most charming woman, quite worthy of being known in Camden Place,' and as soon as she re- covered they were to be acquainted. Sir Walter thought much of Mrs. Wallis ; she was said to be an excessively pretty woman, beautiful. ' He longed to see her. He hoped she might make some amends for the many very plain faces he was continually passing in the streets. The worst of Bath was the number of its plain women. He did not mean to say that there were no pretty women, but the number of the plain was out of all proportion. He had frequently observed, as he walked, that one handsome face would be followed by thirty, or five-and-thirty frights ; and once, as he had stood in a shop in Bond Street, he had counted eighty-seven women go by, one after another, without there being a tolerable face among them. It had been a frosty morning, to be sure, a sharp frost, which hardly one woman in a thousand could stand the test of. But still, there certainly were a dreadful multitude of ugly women in Bath ; and as for the men ! they were infinitely worse. Such scarecrows as the streets were full of ! It was evident how little the women were used to the sight of anything tolerable, by the effect which a man of decent appearance produced. He had never walked anywhere arm-in-arm with Colonel Wallis (who was a fine military figure, though sandy-haired) without observing that every woman's eye was upon him ; every woman's eye was sure to be upon Colonel Wallis. ' Modest Sir Walter ! He was not allowed to escape, however. His daughter and Mrs. Clay united in hinting that Colonel Wallis's companion might have as good a figure as Colonel Wallis, and certainly was not sandy-haired." Like Mr. Woodhouse's valetudinarianism, Sir Walter Elliot's conceit is a little overdrawn. He is made to say that he had given somebody a passport to society, by being seen with him once in the House of Commons and twice at Tattersall's. If he had belonged either to the House of Commons or to Tattersall's, he would have had some of his conceit and insolence knocked out of him. This a woman did not know. < I ii ■■iniiifuwtratrti r' ^f I 'I If-w il u 176 LIFE OF Anne's sisters, Elizabeth and Mary, are foils to Anne. Elizabeth's coldness of heart and selfishness are touched off in her response to her father's anxious inquiry about the possibility of retrenchment. " To do her justice, she had, in the first ardour of female alarm, set seriously to think what could be done, and had finally proposed these two branches of economy — to cut off some un- necessary charities, and to refrain from new furnishing the drawing-room; to which expedients she afterwards added the aappy thought of their taking no present down (from London) to Anne, as had been their usual yearly custom." Mary's querulous and hypocritical self-love is well painted in the scene in which she finds pretexts for deserting her sick child to go to a dinner-party, and leaving her sister to supply her place. She manages to find in her maternal sensibilities an excuse for her abandonment of a mother's duty. But her self-love, her querulousness, and the silly inconsistency of her judg- ments of people, always shifting with trivial impressions of the hour, are together depicted in her letter to her sister, which, as a stroke of art in the epistolary revela- tion of character, forms a counterpart of Lady Bertram's letter to Fanny in " Mansfield Park." *'' February i . " My dear Anne, — I mal:e no apology for my silence, because I know how little people think cf letters in such a place as Bath. You must be a great deal too happy to care for Uppercross, which, as you well know, affords little to write about. We have had a very dull Christmas ; Mr. and Mrs. Musgrove have not had one dinner- party all the holidays. I do not reckon the Hayters as anybody. The holidays, however, are over at last : I believe no children ever had such long ones. I am sure I had not. The house was cleared '^^wg^mm^ JANE AUSTEN. Ill yesterday, except of the little Harvilles ; but you will be surprised to hear that they have never gone home. Mrs. Harville must be an odd mother to part with them so long. I do not understand it. They are not at all nice children, in my opinion ; but Mrs. Musgrove seems to like them quite as well, if not better, than her grand- children. What dreadful weather we have had ! It may not be felt in Bath, with your nice pavements; but in the country it is of some consequence. I have not had a creature call on me since the second week in January, except Charles Hayter, who has been calling much oftener than was welcome. Between ourselves, I think it a great pity Henrietta did not remain at Lyme as long as Louisa ; it would have kept her a little out of his way. The carriage is gone to-day, to bring Louisa and the Harvilles to-morrow. We are not asked to dine with them, however, till the day after, Mrs. Musgrove is so afraid of her being fatigued by the journey, which is not very likely, considering the care that will be taken of her ; and it would be much more convenient to me to dine there to-morrow. I am glad you find Mr. Elliot so agreeable, and wish I could be ac- quainted with him too ; but I have my usual luck : I am always out of the way when anything desirable is going on ; always the last of my family to be noticed. What an immense time Mrs. Clay has been staying with Elizabeth ! Does she never mean to go away ? But, perhaps, if she were to leave the room vacant, we might not be invited. Let me know what you think of this. I do not expect my children to be asked, you know. I can leave them at the Great House very well, for a month or six weeks. I have this moment heard that the Crofts are going to Baih almost immediately ; they think the Admiral gouty. Charles heard it quite by chance : they have not had the civility to give me any notice, or offer to take any- thing. I do not think they improve at all as neighbours. We see nothing of them, and this is really an instance of gross inattention. Charles joins me in love, and everything proper. " Yours affectionately, " Mary M . " I am sorry to say that I am very far from well ; and Jemima has just told me that the butcher says there is a bad sore-throat very much about. I dare say I shall catch ic ; and my soi ^-throats, you know, are always worse than anybody's." 12 I \\'\ f i 1 I f '<:£'■' I ' 178 LIFE OF So ended the first part, which had been afterwards put into an envelope, containing near'^' as much more. is " I kept my letter open, that I might send you \ ord how Louisa bore her journey, and now I am extremely glad I did, having a great deal to add. In the first place, I had a note froiii Mrs. Croft yester- day, offering to convey anything to you ; a very kind, friendly note indeed, addressed to me, just as it ought ; I shall therefore be able to make my letter as long as I like. The Admiral does not seem very ill, and I sincerely hope Bath will do him all the good he wants. I shall be truly glad to have them back again. Our neighbourhood cannot spare such a pleasant family. But now for Louisa. I have something to communicate that will astonish you not a little. She and the Harvilies came on Tuesday very safely, and in the evening we went to ask her how she did, when we were rather surprised not to find Captain Ben wick of the party, for he had been invited as well as the Harvilies ; an:i what do you think was the reason ? Neither more nor less than his being in love with Louisa, and not choosing to venture to Uppercross till he had had an answer froin Mr. Musgrove ; for it was all settled between him and her before she came away, and he had written to her father by Captain Harville. True, upon my honour ! Are you not as- tonished ? I shall be surprised at lea^t if you ever received a hint of it, for I never did. Mrs. Musgrove protests solemnly that she knew nothing of the matter. We are all very well pleased, how- ever ; for though it is not equal to her marrying Captain Wentworth, it is ih'.'.i;i.ly better than Charles Hayter ; and Mr. Musgrove has written his consent, and Captain Benwick is expected to-day. Mrs. Harville says her husband feels a good deal on his poor sister's account ; but, however, Louisa is a great favourite with both. Indeed, Mrs. Harville and I quite agree that we love her the better for having nursed her. Charles wondeis what Captain Wentworth will say ; but if you remember, I never thought him attached to Louisa ; I never could see anything of it. And this is the end, you see, of Captain Benwick's being supposed to be an admirer of yours. How Charles could take such a thing into his head was always in- comprehensible to me. I hope he will be more agreeable now. JANE AUSTEN. 179 ards put e. 3W Louisa ng a great oft yester- endly note re be able 3 not seem e good he jain. Our ut now for tonish you ery safely, ;n we were for he had think was love with had had an va. him and r father by ou not as- ived a hint ily that she jased, how- kVentworth, usgrove has day. Mrs. )oor sister's with both, r the better Wentworth attached to he end, you rer of yours. s always in- ^eable now. Certainly not a great match for Louisa Musgrove, but a million times better than marrying among the Hayters." Admiral Croft is an "old tough," as admirals seem to have been called in those days, drawn evidently from the life by one who knew the navy well. When interro- gated about the state of a friend, who it was suspected had been wounded in his affections, he reassures the inquirer by telling him that the supposed sufferer had not used a single oath. His wife, as seems to have been the fashion at that time, has been a great deal at sea with him ; she is a female " old tough " ; and the picture of their strong though refined affection, drawn evidently with hearty relish by Jane Austen, is an "old maid's " tribute to the better state. It has been already said that there are some weak- nesses in the construction of the novel. Sir Walter Elliot and Elizabeth, though they occupy a good deal of space, contribute nothing or hardly anything to the action. They are a little too like the mere char cter pictures with which we are sometimes presented »n place of characters brought into play and develop by the action of a well-constructed plot. Louisa Musgrove on one side, and Mr. William Elliot on the other, serve to add to the complexity and int rest of the movem'-nt by which Captain Wentworth is to be reunited to Anne. But the destruction of William Elliot's character is need- less, and strikes us as inartistic, while there is something unnatural in his whole relation to the Elliot family, and something strained in the account of his motives. The purpose for which he is introduced and afterwards killed II ..1 ,.>r il lii! I I |grigi«:ssaL^»ar 3^ i S a ; ^ « ;.fiMgTMwa ta & T ii:CTiia »fc^ 1 1 / 180 LIFE OF TANK AUSTEN. off is too obvious. The transfer of Louisa Musgrove from Captain Wentworth to Captain Benwick, again, is abrupt, and forced as well as sudden ; nor does Captain Wentworth come quite clear out of the affair. The description of Mrs. Clay's artfulness, and of her sinister relation to the foolish baronet, leads us to expect some- thing lively in that quarter ; but nothing comes, and Mrs. Clay leaves the scene at last a "pale and ineffectual" figure, without our being able to see with what object she was brought upon it. Nor does Lady Russell, though she seems intended for an important part, do much more than solemnly seal by her ultimate approba- tion the match which she had made a grand mistake in breaking off. U CHAPTER VIII. IT was natural that any one who had a manuscript of Jane Austen in his possession should feel bound to give it to the world. But Jane Austen herself did not give " Lady Susan " to the world, nor can we imagine that she would have approved or that she would not have earnestly deprecated its publication. It is due to her to remember that before her death she was re- moved from Chawton to Winchester for medical advice, leaving her papers no doubt at Chawton, so that she could hardly have the opportunity in her last moments of making a selection, or of destroying those which she did not wish to see the light. " Lady Susan " is believed by her family to have been a very early production. We are willing to scie in it a mere exercise which, when her taste had improved, was laid aside. " Lady Susan " is a novelette in tie form of letters. It is truncated in shape, though al'er a fashion it is complete. The story which it briel'y and not very clearly tells, is that of a worthless thougl clever and fascinating woman who carries on two lovr intrigues at once, one with a married man, while in the case of the other she is eventually supplanted in he; lover's affections by her own daughter. asmm I i %:m \ . 182 LIFE OF She is at the same time cruelly ill-treating her daughter, and trying to force upon her as a husband a man whom she hates. With that man, her two intrigues having clashed and been wrecked by the collision, " Lady Susan " ultimately herself takes up. Such a plot is worthy of a Parisian novelist. Yet in reading " Lady Susan," though you are surprised and repelled, you do not in the least feel that the tastes or tendencies of the writer are immoral. The very coldness and lifelessness of the story preclude any imputation of that kind. The work, we repeat, is best characterized as a mere exercise. We have even thought that the plot mry have been borrowed, and that, in the unattractive web, the woof alone may be Jane Austen's ; the warp may have been the work of another hand. There is nothing that we can see in this production giving promise of the later works, unless the character of Lady Susan herself uniting charms with vices may be regarded as a crude and coarse germ of that of Mary Crawford. " Sense and Sensibility " was at first, like " Lady Susan," composed in the form of letters. The authoress of " Evelina " adopted the same form. Both she and Jane Austen were no doubt following Richardson, whom Jane regarded with excessive admiration. We shudder at the thought that a form so awkward for narration, and so fruitful of prolixity and dulness, mighi have been that of all Jane Austen's works. One of its special defects is illustrated by "Lady Susan," the wicked woman of which is made to write letters revealing her own character and designs with an openness which, under a paternal government, might have brought her into the hands of JANE AUSTEN. 183 the police. lago acknowledges his villany to himself, but he does not disclose it to anybody else, much less does he entrust the disclosure to the post-office. The "Nouvelle Heloise" is not narrative or play of character; it is at most a series of situations giving occasion to effusions of sentiment. It would be vain to ask that " Lady Susan " should not be included in future editions of Jane Austen's works ; but such, if she could be heard, would certainly be the prayer of her shade. ** The Watsons " is the name given by those who published it to a fragment to which the writer had not given a name, and which she had not even divided into chapters. The water-mark on the paper indicates that it was written when she was living at Bath, and it appears to have been the only product of those years. Assuredly it is in the writer's mature style, and no girlish composi- tion. It is evidently unelaborated as well as incomplete^ but it promises well, and we lament that the writer did not finish it. Why she laid it aside is unknown : pro- bably her work was interrupted by the social engagements of Bath, and she lost interest or the thread was broken. Her nephew's hypothesis is that she " became aware of the evil of having placed her heroine too low, in such a position of poverty and obscurity as, though not neces- sarily connected with vulgarity, has a sad tendency to degenerate into it, and therefore, like a singer who has begun on too low a note, she discontinued the strain." It must be admitted that Jane Austen was " genteel," not in the odious sense which the word now bears, but in ] !' \ ■ 184 LIFE OF JANE AUSTEN. that which it bore in her own day. But the Watsons are gentlefolk ; they go to a ball where they meet aristocracy, though they go in a friend's carriage, not in their own, and, though when aristocratic acquaintance call, Nanny and the early dinner rather put the ladies to shame. Emma Watson becomes an object of attention to a peer and to another man of independent fortune at the same time. It appears, from the outline of the plot which the writer confided to her sister, that Emma was to decline an offer of marriage from a peer, and to marry a most eligible clergyman. That the story was carrying her out of the region of gentility, therefore, can hardly have been Jane Austen's reason for laying it aside. " The Watsons," as Mr. Austen-Leigh remarks, cannot have been broken up for the purpose of using the materials in another fabric. Mrs. Robert Watson, with her vulgar airs of fashion, bears a strong resemblance to Mrs. Elton; a faint likeness to Henry Crawford, as a gay breaker of the hearts of women, may perhaps be traced in Tom Musgrove ; and the querulous selfishness of Margaret foreshadows that of Mary Musgrove. No other affinities appear. Mr. Watson is, like Mr. Wood- house, an invalid, but he is not a valetudinarian. CHAPTER IX. CRITICISM is becoming an art of saying fine things and there are really no fine things to be said about Jane Austen. There is no hidden meaning in her ; no philosophy beneath the surface for profound scrutiny to bring to light ; nothing calling in any way for elaborate interpretation. We read in a recent critique of a work of fiction by Balzac, " Seraphita, the marvellous creature whose passage from Matter to Spirit, from the Specialist to the Divine conditions, is the theme of Balzac's genius, in this case is intended to typify the final function of a long course of steadfast upward working by a soul which has, by many reincarnations, won its way past the In- stinctive and Abstractive spheres of existence, and has at length attained that delicate balance of the material and spiritual which is the last possible manifestation on the earthly plane." Jane Austen's characters typify nothing, for their doings and sayings are familiur and common- place. Her genius is shovn in making the familiar and commonplace intensely intertcting and amusing. Perfect in her finish and full of delicate strokes of art, her works require to be read with attention, not skimmed as one skims many a novel, that they may be fully enjoyed. i ! IMAHE EVALUATION TESi TARGET (MT-3) /. //^/5^^ ,^ C V 4<^^4i^ ^ 1.0 1.1 l^|28 |2.5 2.0 2.2 1.8 |l.25 ||.4 |i.6 6" ► Photographic Sciences Corporation 23 WEST MAIN STRUT WEBSTIR, N.Y. MSSO ( 7 1* ) •72-4503 rv^^ 'i\^ ^^^ ^ I/. \ ^ \i 186 LIFE OF : t I ■ . ,»i But whoever reads them attentively will fully enjoy them without the help of a commentator. Some think that they see a difference between the early and the later novels. It is natural to look for such a difference, but for ourselves we must confess that we see it not. In the first set and in the last set the style appears to us to be the same ; in both equally clear, easy, and free from mannerism or peculiarity of any kind. In both there is the same freedom from anything like a straining after point and epigram, while point and epigram are not wanting when' there is natural occasion for them. There are the same archness and the same quiet irony. The view of life, society, and character is essentially the same : at least, we should be surprised if any great contradiction or variation could be produced. It has been said that "Northanger Abbey" shows above all the rest of the novels the freshness and briskness of youth, and this has been ascribed to its having been out of the hands of the writer, so that it could not, like its fellows of the same epoch, undergo revision. It is, as we have shown, a comic travesty of the romantic school : to its satirical character its special friskiness is due. An autumnal mellowness of tone and sentiment has been discovered in " Persuasion." T^'or this it has been already said there seems to be some foundation : it would be wonderful indeed if there were none. The sound of the vesper bell is sometimes heard. Perhaps there is something in the tender and suffering character of Anne Elliot congenial to the melancholy of the parting hour. Yet there are things fully as sharp and as nearly verging on cynicism in the later novels as in the JANE AUSTEN. 187 oy them reen the for such that we the style ly clear, of any anything oint and :asion for me quiet ssentially iny great It has ^e all the )f youth, ;t of the :s fellows we have to its le. An las been las been ition : it le. The Perhaps :haracter of the 3 and as s in the earlier. There is nothing more closely verging on cynicism in the whole series than the passage in " Per- suasion " mocking the "large fat sighs" of Mrs. Musgrove over the early death of her worthless son. There are novelists who seem to think that we can do without a plot, provided they give us elaborate delineations of character or even picturesque descriptions of scenery. But it is difficult, as we have already said, to create an interest in character apart from action ; while picturesque descriptions of scenery, except as the merest accessories, become tedious, word-painting being, in fact, not painting at all, but a draft on the imagination of the reader, who has to put together a landscape in his mind's eye, out of the verbal materials furnished him, and soon grows weary of the effort. Walter Scott always gives us a good plot, a plot at least which carries us on and excites our interest in the actors. We have endeavoured to show by analysis that in this respect Jane Austen is not wanting, though in some of her plots there are weaknesses which we have had occasion to mark. It is true, we say once more, that her plots are very unlike those of a sensation novel. Where the sensation novel gives us murder, and perhaps carnage on a still larger scale, adulteries, bigamies, desperate adventures and hairbreadth escapes, she manages to amuse and almost to excite us with the scrape into which Emma gets by her attempt to make a match between Harriet and Mr. Elton, or the catastrophe produced by the sudden return of Sir Thomas Bertram in the midst of the theatricals at Mansfield Park. Lord Brabourne has justly observed that the heroines of Jane Austen's novels are better than the heroes. It ■•«; \ 188 LIFE OF rlii; could hardly fail to be so. It could hardly be given to men or women to understand the character of the other sex as thoroughly as that of their own. Shakespeare's women are inferior in interest to his men with the single exception of Lady Macbeth, who is more man than woman, though she betrays her womanhood by breaking down at last under the moral strain of conscious guilt, while nothing can pierce her consort's heart but the sword of Macduff. The phrase " heroes and heroines " is objectionable in the case of novels in which there is nothing heroic. But the principal figure, to use a more suitable phrase, in each of Jane Austen's novels is not a man, but a woman or a pair of women; in "Pride and Prejudice" Elizabeth, in "Sense and Sensibility" the sisters Elinor and Marianne, in " Northanger Abbey" Catherine Morland, in "Emma" Miss Wood- house, in " Mansfield Park " Fanny Price, in " Per- suasion" Anne Elliot. Each of them has a very distinct character, with a charm of its own, and is, we have no doubt, a true woman. Of the principal male figures hardly one can be said to have a very distinct character except Darcy, and Darcy, as we have seen, is made to do and say things which no man of his sup- posed character and sense would do or say. Edward Ferrars hardly has a character at all. There is nothing very marked in those of Henry Tilney or Edmund Bertram; nor does either of them, or any one of the whole set, play any part which specially calls for the male forces, qualities, or passions. Female critics greatly admire Knightley, but the interest which we feel in Knightley is derived not so much from anything striking JANE AUSTEN. 189 in himself or in the part which he plays, as from his being the natural supplement of Emma, the corrective of her little faults and the support to which her charming weakness clings. After all, the manufacture of heroes is difficult. Perfection does not interest. Of all Scott's heroes not one is interesting except the Master of Ravens- wood, and in his case the interest is not so much that of character as that of circumstance. It is in the secondary characters of Jane Austen, the imperfect, the comic, and even the bad that we delight. That the comic characters are sometimes overdrawn has been already admitted, and the apology has been given. There never was a Tartuffe or a M. Jourdain any more than there was a Mr. Collins or a Mr. Woodhouse, a General Tilney or a Lady Cathe ine de Bourgh, and there is a basis in human nature for the comic characters of Jane Austen as well as for the comic characters of Molibre. It is marvellous that Jane Austen's range being so narrow she should have been able to produce such variety. But narrow we must remember her range was, and recurrences or partial recurrences of the same characters and incidents are the consequence. We cannot help seeing the likeness between Henry Tilney and Edmund Bertram, while Edward Ferrars is a feeble germ of both. We have several pairs of sisters, and sisterly affection is a constant theme. There is a close resemblance between Wickham and Willoughbyj and a considerable resemblance between both of them and Henry Crawford. To say this may seem to be flying in the face of Macaulay, who has said, " She [Jane Austen] has given us a multitude of characters, all, in a certain p (il ■■ !l V' I ! .); 190 LIFE OF sense, commonplace, all such as we meet every day. Yet they are all as perfectly discriminated from each other as if they were the most eccentric of human beings. There are, for example, four clergymen, none of whom we should be surprised to find in any parsonage in the kingdom — Mr. Edward Ferrars, Mr. Henry Tilney, Mr. Edmund Bertram, and Mr. Elton. They are all speci- mens of the upper part of the middle class. They have all been liberaiiy educated. They all lie under the restraints of the same sacred profession. They are all young. They are all in love. Not one of them has any hobby-horse, to use the phrase of Sterne. Not one has a ruling passion, such as we read of in Pope. Who would not have expected them to be insipid likenesses of each other ? No such thing. Harpagon is not more uii'Ivce to Jourdain, Joseph Surface is not more unlike to Sir Lucius O'Trigger, than every one of Miss Austen's young divines to all his reverend brethren. And almost all this is done by touches so delicate, that they elude analysis, that they defy the powers of description, and that we know them to exist only by the general effect to which they have contributed." But this eulogy, with all deference be it said, however eloquent, will not bear comparison with the facts. Henry Tilney shines more in small talk than Edmund Bertram, and his figure catches some of the special liveliness which pervades the travesty; but otherwise the two characters might be transposed without injury to either novel. Mr. Elton, on the other hand, the clerical idol of school-girls, essentially low and mean, with his vulgar and flashy wife, is distinguished from Henry and Edmund by the broadest difference of JANE AUSTEN. 191 colour which Jane Austen's palette could supply. It may be added that neither Henry Tilney nor Edmund Bertram belongs to the middle class; both of them belong to the aristocracy, though each is a younger son. In doing justice to Jane Austen and recommending her in preference to the unwholesome products of sensa- tionalism and the careless manufactures of literary hacks, we do not mean to take a leaf from the crown of those who have dealt with nobler and more entrancing themes. The subjects which presented themselves to her were of the kind with which, and with which alone, she was singularly qualified by her peculiar temperament as well as by her special gifts and her social circumstances to deal. But the lives of these genteel idlers after all were necessarily somewhat vapid, and void of anything heroic in action or feeling as well as of violent passion or tragic crime. Few sets of people, perhaps, ever did less for humanity or exercised less influence on its progress than the denizens of Mansfield Park and Pemberley, Longbourn and Hartfield, in Jane Austen's day. As they all come before us at the fall of the curtain, we feel that they, their lives and loves, their little intrigues, their petty quarrels, and their drawing-room adventures, are the lightest of bubbles on the great stream of existence, though it is a bubble which has been made bright for ever by the genius of Jane Austen. THE END. 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Admiralty, the, Jane Austen's opinion of, 47 Austen, Cassandra (Jane's mother), Austen, Cassandra (Jane's sister), 14, 18, 20, 32, 40 Austen, Admiral Charles (Jane's brother), 13 Austen, Edward (Jane's brother), 13 Austen, Aumiral Francis (Jane's brother), 13 Austen, Rev. George (Jane's father), 12, 30 Austen, Rev. Henry (Jane's brother), 13, 33, 36 Austen, James (Jane's brother), 13 Austen, Jane, her literary posi- tion, II ; scanty records of her life, 12 ; her birth, 13 ; her father and family, 12-14, 16-17 ; her inirroundings at Steventon, 14- 16 ; her home life and personal appearance, 17 ; possible love aflair, 18-20 ; limited literary cultui ^ Ji-24 ; early works, 24 ; " Pride and Prejudice," " Sense and Sensibility," " Northanger Abbey," 24-25 ; cheerfulness under neglect of publishers, ^15- 28 ; removal to Bath, 28 ; her life there, 29-30 ; death of her father, 30 ; removal to South- ampton, 30 ; on old maids, 31 ; on dress, 32 ; removal to Chaw- ton, 33; "Emma," "Mans- field Park," and " Persuasion," 33 ; anonymous publication of the novels, 33-4 ; the'- recep- tion and incidents connected therewith, 34-37 ; illness, 38-40 ; death and burial in Winchester Cathedral, 41 - her letters, 42- 43 ; principles of conduct as shown in the novels, .^4-55 ; materials of the novels, 56-65 ; the novels regarded as a whole, 185-191 ; chronological relation to other English novelists, 192 Austen-Leigh, Mr., Jane Austen's M 13 i I 1! Ill 104 INDEX. I t li 1 ;-'<8. ' '•I biographer, la ; quoted, 14, 15, 18, 19, as, 40, 183, 184 B. Basingstoke, 15 Bath, 16, 38-30, 105 Blair, Dr., Jane Austen's favourite preacher, 53 Braboume, Lord, editor of Jane Austen's letters, la ; quoted, 78, 134, 187 Byron, Lord, aa c'hawton, near Winchester, 33 Clergy, of Jane Aiisten's day, S4 Cooper, Dr. (Jane Austen's uncle), 16 Cooper, Edward (Jane Austen's cousin), 16 Cooper, Jane (Jane Austen's cousin), 16 Country life as depicted by Jane Austen, 56-59 Cowper, influence of, ai Crabbe, influence of, 21, 60 E. Egerton, Mr., first publishes Jane Austen's works, 33 " Emma," written, 33 ; published, 34 ; dedicated to Prince Regent, 36 ; quoted, 31, 47, 48, 61, 63 ; description and critique of plot and characters, 118-139 F. French Revolution and the novels, 45-46 G. Gentry, the, supplied most of the characters of Jane Austen's novel.«, 60 L Inglis, Sir R. H., quoted, 5a J. Johnson, Dr., influence of. aa K. Knight, Edward (Jane Austen's brother), 13, 33 Knight, Mr., adopts Edward Austen, 13 L. "Lady Susan," discussed, 180- 18? Leigh, Dr. Theophilus (Jane Austen's great-uncle), 13 Leigh, Rev. Thomas (Jane Austen's grandfather), 13 Letters of Jane Austen, 12 ; quoted, 16, 23, 32, 39, 40 ; dis- cussed, 42-43 Lloyd, Miss, 33 Lyme, 30, 31 M. Macaulay, Lord, his opinion of Jane Austen's works, 35, 189-190 Manners of her time, Jane Austen and the, 48-51 "Mansfleld Park," written, 33; published, 34 ; quoted, 31, 5a ; plot p.nd principal characters discussed, 140-158 ; minor cha- ractcrs, 158-166 Marines, the, 47 Marriages, mercenary, 51-3. Martineau, Miss, admires "Per* suasion," 167 INDEX. Per- 105 Mitford, Miss, admires suasion,'' 167 Morality, Jane Austen's, 55 N. Nature, Jane Austen a lover of, 44 Navy, the, 46, 164, 165-6 Nobility, the, Jane Austen's treat- ment of, 6a " Northanger Abbey," written, 35 ; its publication, ^5, 34 ; quoted, 55 ; description of plot and chaiactcrs, 102-117 ; its style, 186 Novel, a perfect, Jane Austen's view of, 55 P. "Persuasion," quoted, 19; writ- ten, 33 ; published, 34 ; dis- cussi3n of the plot and principal charac ers, 167-174 ; the minor characters, 174-179 ; faults of construction, 179-180 ; its style, 186 Poor, the, Jane Austen and, 60-63 Portsmouth, 30-31 "Pride and Prejudice," written, 34 ; its publication, 35, 34 ; an account of its plot, 66-78 ; and characters, 78-88 Quarterly Review quoted, i8, 35 R. RadclifTe, Mrs., 103-103 Religion, Jane Austen and, 53-53 Richardson, Samuel, influence of, 31 Romance, absent from Jane Aus- ten's works, 59 S. Scott, Sir W., 33 ; quoted, 35 "Sense and Sensibility,'' written, 35 ; published, 33, 34 ; quoted, 28-29, ^4 : chief characters and plot discussed, 89-95 I minor characters, 95-101 Sentimentality, Jane Austen a foe to, 44 Southampton, 30-33 spectator. The, Jane Austen's opinion of, 22 Stael, Madame de, 34-35 Steven ton, 13-14, ^^ T. Tory, Jane Austen a, 45--48 W. "Watsons, The," a fragment, 39 ; discussed, 183-4 Winchester, 39 ; Jane Austen buried in the Cathedral, 41 Women, Jane Austen's views of, 50-52 It '•} ! I <, « 1:1 * BIBLIOGRAPHY. BY JOHN P. ANDERSON (British Museum). L WOBRB. II. AFPENDIX— Biography, Criticism, etc. Magoziiie Articles. III. Ohronoloqioal WOBKS. List OF I. WORKS. Jane Austen's Works. London, 1882, Svo. 6 vols. Letters. Edited, with an intro- dnction and critical remarks, by Edward, Lord Brabourne. 2 vols. London, 1884, 8vo. Emma ; a novel. 3 vols. Lon- don, 1816, 12mo. Another edition. {Stavdard Novels, No. 25.) London, 188S, 8vo. Emma : a novel. {Popular Library, vol. xxv.) London, 1849, 8vo. Another edition. Loudon, 1857, Svo. New edition. Loudon, 1870, 8vo. Another edition. London [1883], Svo. Mansfield Park : a novel. 3 vols. London, 1814, 12mo. Another edition. (Standard Novels, No. 27.) London, 1833, Svo. Another edition. (Parlour Novelist, vol. iv.) Belfast, 1846, Svo. Another edition. {Parlour Library, vol. Ix.) London, 1861, Svo. J: ii BIBLIOGRAPHY. W W f )- w Mansfield Park : a novel. Lon- don, 1857, 8vo. Another edition. (Taachnitz Oolleetkn af British Authors, ▼ol. 888.) Leipzig, 1867, 12mo. New edition. London, 1870, 8vo. ^New edition. London, 1870, 8vo. Part cf the "Select Library of Fiction." Another edition. Illastrated by A. F. Lydon. London, Driflaeld [printed, 1875], 8vo. Another edition. London [1877], 8vo. Vtat of " The Ruby Series." Another edition. London [1883], 8vo. Northanger Abbey; and Persua- sion. With a biographical notice of the author. 4 vols. London, 1818, 12mo. Another edition. {Standard Novels, No. 28.) London. 1833, 8vo. Another edition. {Parlour library, vol. xlvii.) London, 1850, 8vo. ——Another edition. London, 1867, 8vo. Part of the " Hallway Library." New edition. 2 pts. Lon- don, 1870, 8vo. Another edition. 2 pts. Lon don, 1870, 8vo. Another edition. 2 pti. Lon- don [1877], 8vo. Part of " The Buby Series." Pride and Prejudice. 3 vols. London, 1813, 12mo. Second editioQ. 3 vols. Lon- don, 1813, l^kno. ^Another edition. {Standard Novels, No. 80.) London, 1883, 8vo. Another edition. 2 vols. London, 1844, 16mo. Pride and Prejudice. 2 volt. Lon- don, 1846, 8vo. ——Another edition. London, 1862, 8vo. New edition. London, 1870, 8vo. Another edition. London [1888], 8vo. Another edition. {CasselVs Ited Library.) Londou [1886], 8vo. Sense and Sensibility, a novel. By a Lady. 3 vols. London, 1811, 12mo. Another edition. {Standard Novels, No. 23.) London, 1833, 8vo. ^Anot:her edition. 2 vols. London, 1844, 16mo. Another edicion. London, 1852, 8vo. Another edition. (Tauchnilz Collection of British Authors, vol. 735.) Leipzig, 1864, 12mo. ^New edition. London, 1870, 8vo. New edition. [With memoir of Miss Austen.] London, 1870, 8vo. Part of the "Select Library ol Fiction." ——Another edition. London [1883], 8vo. Another edition. London [1884], 8vo. IL APPENDIX. BlOQRAFHT, CRITIOIQM, KTO. Cone, Helen O., and Oilder, J. L. — Pen - Portraits of Literary Women. 2 vols. New York [1888], 8vo. Jane Austen, toL i., pp. 196-220. w BIBLIOGRAPHY, m Elwood, Mrs. — Memoirs of the literary ladiea of England, etc. 2 vols. London, 1848, 8vo. Jane Austen, roL 11, pp. 174-180. Encyolopsedia Britannica. Ninth edition. Edinbnrf;h, 1875, 4to. Jane Austen, toL liL Forsyth, William.— The Novels and Novelists of the Eighteenth Century, etc. London, 1871, 8vo. Jane Austen, pp. 828-337. Hale, Sarah Joseph a. — Woman's Record ; or. Sketches ofallDi'j- tinguished Wonien, etc. Second edition. New York, 1855, 8vo. Jane Austen, pp. 184-191. Eavanagh, Julia. — English Women of Letters, etc. 2 vols. London, 1863, 8vo. Miss Austt n, toI. 1L, pp. 180-236. Lang, Andrew. — Letters to Dead Authors. London, 1886, 8vo. To Jane Austen, pp. 76-85. Leigh, J. E. Austen. — A Memoir of Jane Austen, by her nephew. London, 1870, 8vo. Second edition, to which is added Lady Susan and frag- ments of two other unfinished tales by Miss Austen. London, 1871, 8vo. Maiden, Mrs. Charles. — Jane Austen. [Eminefid Women Series.) London, 1889, 8vo. Oliphant, Mrs. Margaret 0. — ^The Literary History of England in the end of the Eighteenth and beginning of th? Nineteenth Century, 3 vols. London, 1882, 8vo. Jane Austen, toI. UL, pp. 221-2S7. Stephen, Leslie. — Dictionary of National Biography. Edited by Leslie Stephen. London, 1885, 8vo. Jane Austen, by Leslie Stephen, ToL IL, pp. 269, 260. Thackeray, Anne Isabella. — A Book of Sibyls. London, 1888, 8vo. Jane Ansten, pp. 107-229. Tytler, Sarah — i.e., Hburietta Keddie. — Jane Austen and her Works. With a portrait on steel. London [1880J, Svo. Another edition. London [1884], Svo. Whately, Richard, Archbishop of Dublin. — Miscellaneous lec- tures and Reviews. London, 1861, 8vo. Review of Northanger Abbey and Persuasion, pp. 282-313; appeared originally in the Quartirly Review, 1821. Magazine Abticles. Austen, Jane. Edinburgh Re- view, vol, 51, 1830, pp. 448- 450. — New Monthly Maga- zine, vol. 95, 1852, pp. 17- 23 ; same article, Littell's Living Age, vol. 33, pp 477- 480. — North American Review, by J. F. Kirk, vol. 77, 1853, pp. 201-203. — Eclectic Magazine (from the Athenaeum), vol. 87, 1856, pp. 197-200.— Eraser's Magazine, vol. 61, 1860, pp. 30-35. — Atlantic Monthly, by A. M. Waterston, vol. 11, 1863, pp. 235-240 ; same article, Littell's Living Age, vol. 76, 418 - 422. — Englishwoman's Domestic Magazine, vol. 2, 3rd Series, 1866, pp. 237-240, 278-282; vol. 14, 3rd Series, pp. 187-189 ; vol. 24, 3rd Series, pp. 267-271. — Saint Paul's, vol. 5, 1870, pp. 631- 643.— Harper's New Monthly Magazine (Illustrated), by S. S. Conant, vol. 41, 1870, pp. 225-233.— Fortnightly Review, by T. E. Kebbel, vol. 7, N.S., 1870, pp. 187-193.— Hours at M ' I Iv BIBUOGRAPHY. 'n VJk l-Stl il •■♦iMi a Living 643-653.— Austen, Jane. Home, by Anne Manning, toI. 11, 1870, pp 516-522.— Nation, by Qoldwin Stnitb, voL 10, 187), pp. 124-126. — North Brtish Review, vol. 62, 1870, pp. 1^9-152. — CornbiU Maga- zine, vol. 24, 1871, pp. 158-174; same article, Litteir Age, vol. 110, pp. Temple Bar, vol. 64, 1882, np. 850-865 ; same article, Littell's Living Age, vol. 153, pp. 48-52, and Eclectic Magazine, vol. 35 N.S., pp. 615-624.— Argosy, by Alice King, vol. 34, 1882, pp. 187-192 — Dublin Review, vol. 10, 3r(«man. LIFE OF DICKENS. By Frank T. Martials. " Notwithatanding the mass of matter that has been printed relating to Dickens and his works ... we should, nntil we came across this Tolume, have been at a loss to recommend any popular life of England's most popular novelist as being really satisfactory. The difficulty is removed by Mr. Manials's little wo\."—AthnuitJm, LIFE OF DANTE GABRIEL ROSSBTTI. By J. Knight. 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LIFE OF KEATS. By W. M. Rossetti. " Valuable for the ample information whidi It contains."— Cant&ridjjrd Independent. LIFE OF SHELLEY. By Williaci Sharp. " The criticisms . . . entitle this capital monograph to be ranked with the best biographies of SheQey. "—Weitmiruter Review. LIFE OF SMOLLETT. By David Hannay. " A capable record of a writer who still remains one of the great masters of the English novel"—