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that it was evident each had endeavoured, for the sake of the other, to suppress all manifestation of emotion. When the carriage of the bridegroom drove away, Lord Howard entered his study, followed by my father and mother, who shared his grief, if they could not remove it; and they are all three, at this moment, talking over the happy prospects of the new-married couple. The tenantry and the poor have been plentifully regaled in the park; so that, while within the castle all has been melancholy, the greatest hilarity prevails without.
I have now written you an epistle as large as the Times newspaper with a supplementary sheet, for which you ought to be very thankful, as I heve not been in an epistolary mood. I must be present at the marriage of some madcap like yourself, to remove the impression produced on me by that which I have just witnessed ; and to bring me back to the comfortable belief, which you have tried to inculcate, that it is only a ceremony established to give ladies the power of obtaining homes and wardrobes, diamonds, and new carriages, and various other delightful things, too numerous to name: and all this good only taxed with the appendage of a husband. Your affectionate friend,
MISS MONTRESSOR TO THE LADY A, VERNON,
Do you know, ma chère, that you are growing quite romantic and sentimental. Your whole description of the marriage of your sober-minded friend was worthy of some lachrymose novel, and not at all like your usual léger style; which I am candid enough to acknowledge that I prefer. Lord Delaward seems to be a sort of modern copy of Sir Charles Grandison; and presents himself to my imagination in a court-dress, with a chapeau-bras. I am sure that he and his bride will be models of domestic felicity, doing all the good in their power, and avoiding all the evil; superintending their household, establishing charity-schools, setting the best examples, and, content to “ live in decencies for ever," arrive at a good old age, the slaves to what they call their principles; but, which, in dear France, where my happiest days have been past, we designate by another and a better name
prejudices. I almost begin to despair of making any thing of you, chère Augusta, while you are so easily influenced by those around you. You resemble the chameleon, which is said to take the colours of whatever it is brought in contact with. This must not be. Influence
others tant que vous voudrez; but, if you wish to maintain your independence, permit not others to influence you.
What could be more absurd than the maudlin sentimentality of Lord Howard at his daughter's marrying well - an object whích, I dare say, it has been his constant aim to accomplish ever since she passed her third lustre? Then, Lady Mary finds it a very melancholy thing, forsooth, to marry the man of her choice, with a high station, large fortune, and all appliances to boot; because, it takes her from her dull old paternal castle, her stupid papa, and her charityschool! Do not be very much offended with me, ma chère petite, when I confess that I laughed heartily at your sentimental description of all this absurd drivelling. You talk of the solemnity of the ratification of a union which death alone can dissolve, quite for
getting how often the House of Lords performs this service; as a reference to “ Debrett's Peerage” can certify. Had you reflected on the possibility of this less solemn dissolution of Hymen's chains, a possibility which is always taken into consideration by the lawyers employed by the contracting parties, if not by the contracting parties themselves, you would have felt less melancholy on the occasion. Indeed, your lachrymose sympathies appeared to me quite incomprehensible; and I expected to have Lady Mary's tears ultimately accounted for by the discovery of some interesting young swain in the neighbourhood, the son of the parson or doctor, who had ventured to regard her beauties, as dogs bay the moon. I could fill up a very pretty little vaudeville from such a subject; whereas, of the reality, as you viewed it, one could make nothing. We live in an age, ma bonne Augusta, when