Mr. Burchell is found to be an enemy; for he has the confidence to give dis|agreeable advice.
OUR family had now made several at|tempts to be fine; but some unforeseen disaster demolished each as soon as project|ed. I endeavoured to take the advantage of every disappointment, to improve their good sense in proportion as they were frus|trated in ambition.
"You see, my chil|dren,"
"how little is to be got by attempts to impose upon the world, in coping with our betters. Such as are poor and will associate with none but the rich, are hated by those they avoid, and despised by these they follow. Un|equal combinations are always disadvan|tageous
to the weaker side: the rich having the pleasure, and the poor the inconveniencies that result from them. But come, Dick, my boy, and repeat the fable that you were reading to-day, for the good of the company."
"Once upon a time,"
cried the child,
"a Giant and a Dwarf were friends, and kept together. They made a bar|gain that they would never forsake each other, but go seek adventures. The first battle they fought was with two Saracens, and the Dwarf, who was very courageous, dealt one of the champions a most angry blow. It did the Saracen but very little injury, who lifting up his sword, fairly struck off the poor Dwarf's arm. He was now in a woeful plight; but the Giant coming to his assistance, in a short time left the two Saracens dead on the plain, and the Dwarf cut off the dead man's head out of spite. They then travelled on to another adventure. This was against three bloody-minded
Satyrs, who were carrying away a dam|sel in distress. The Dwarf was not quite so fierce now as before; but for all that, struck the first blow, which was returned by another, that knocked out his eye: but the Giant was soon up with them, and had they not fled, would certainly have killed them every one. They were all very joyful for this victo|ry, and the damsel who was relieved fell in love with the Giant, and married him. They now travelled far, and farther than I can tell, till they met with a company of robbers. The Giant, for the first time, was foremost now; but the Dwarf was not far behind. The battle was stout and long. Wherever the Giant came all fell before him; but the Dwarf had like to have been killed more than once. At last the victory declared for the two adventurers; but the Dwarf lost his leg. The Dwarf was now without an arm, a leg, and an eye, while the Giant, who was without a sin|gle wound, cried out to him, Come
on, my little heroe; this is glorious sport; let us get one victory more, and then we shall have honour for ever. No, cries the Dwarf, who was by this time grown wiser, no, I declare off; I'll fight no more: for I find in every battle that you get all the honour and rewards, but all the blows fall upon me."
I was going to moralize this fable, when our attention was called off to a warm dis|pute between my wife and Mr. Burchell, upon my daughters intended expedition to town. My wife very strenuously insisted upon the advantages that would result from it. Mr. Burchell, on the contrary, dis|suaded her with great ardor, and I stood neuter. His present dissuasions seemed but the second part of those which were re|ceived with so ill a grace in the morning. The dispute grew high, while poor De|borah, instead of reasoning stronger, talked louder, and at last was obliged to take shelter from a defeat in clamour. The
conclusion of her harangue, however, was highly displeasing to us all: she knew, she said, of some who had their own secret reasons for what they advised; but, for her part, she wished such to stay away from her house for the future.—
cried Burchell, with looks of great compo|sure, which tended to enflame her the more,
"as for secret reasons, you are right: I have secret reasons, which I forbear to mention, because you are not able to an|swer those of which I make no secret: but I find my visits here are become trouble|some; I'll take my leave therefore now, and perhaps come once more to take a final farewell when I am quitting the coun|try."
Thus saying, he took up his hat, nor could the attempts of Sophia, whose looks seemed to upbraid his preci|pitancy, prevent his going.
When gone, we all regarded each other for some minutes with confusion. My wife, who knew herself to be the cause, strove to hide her concern with a forced smile,
and an air of assurance, which I was willing to reprove:
cried I to her,
"is it thus we treat strangers? Is it thus we return their kindness? Be assured, my dear, that these were the harshest words, and to me the most unpleasing that ever escaped your lips!"
"Why would he provoke me then,"
"but I know the motives of his advice per|fectly well. He would prevent my girls from going to town, that he may have the pleasure of my youngest daughter's company here at home. But whatever hap|pens, she shall chuse better company than such low-lived fellows as he."
"Low-lived, my dear, do you call him,"
"it is very possible we may mistake this man's character: for he seems upon some occasions the most finished gentleman I ever knew.—Tell me, Sophia, my girl, has he ever given you any secret instances of his attachment?"
"His conversation with me, sir,"
replied my daughter,
"has ever been sensible, mo|dest,
and pleasing. As to aught else, no, never. Once, indeed, I remember to have heard him say he never knew a wo|man who could find merit in a man that seemed poor."
"Such, my dear,"
"is the common cant of all the unfortunate or idle. But I hope you have been taught to judge properly of such men, and that it would be even madness to expect happiness from one who has been so very bad an oeconomist of his own. Your mother and I have now better prospects for you. The next winter, which you will probably spend in town, will give you opportunities of making a more prudent choice."
What Sophia's reflections were upon this occasion, I can't pretend to determine; but I was not displeased at the bottom that we were rid of a guest from whom I had much to fear. Our breach of hospitality went to my conscience a little: but I quickly silenced that monitor by two or three specious reasons, which served to
satisfy and reconcile me to myself. The pain which conscience gives the man who has already done wrong, is soon got over. Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent, it seldom has justice enough to punish by accusing.