The happiness of a country fire-side.
AS we carried on the former dispute with some degree of warmth, in or|der to accommodate matters, it was univer|sally concluded upon, that we should have a part of the venison for supper, and the girls undertook the task with alacrity.
"I am sorry,"
"that we have no neighbour or stranger to take a part in this good cheer: feasts of this kind ac|quire a double relish from hospitality."
cried my wife,
"here comes our good friend Mr. Burchell, that saved our Sophia, and that run you down fairly in the argument."
"Confute me in argument, child!"
"You mistake there, my dear. I believe there are but few that can do that: I never dispute
your abilities at making a goose-pye, and I beg you'll leave argument to me."
—As I spoke, poor Mr. Burchell entered the house, and was welcomed by the family, who shook him heartily by the hand, while little Dick officiously reached him a chair.
I was pleased with the poor man's friend|ship for two reasons; because I knew that he wanted mine, and I knew him to be friendly as far as he was able. He was known in our neighbourhood by the cha|racter of the poor Gentleman that would do no good when he was young, though he was not yet above thirty. He would at intervals talk with great good sense; but in general he was fondest of the company of children, whom he used to call harmless little men. He was famous, I found, for singing them ballads, and telling them sto|ries; and seldom went without something in his pockets for them, a piece of ginger|bread, or a halfpenny whistle. He gene|rally came into our neighbourhood once a
year, and lived upon the neighbours hos|pitality. He sate down to supper among us, and my wife was not sparing of her gooseberry wine. The tale went round; he sung us old songs, and gave the chil|dren the story of the Buck of Beverland, with the history of Patient Grissel. The adventures of Catskin next entertained them, and then Fair Rosamond's bower. Our cock, which always crew at eleven, now told us it was time for repose; but an unforeseen difficulty started about lod|ging the stranger: all our beds were al|ready taken up, and it was too late to send him to the next alehouse. In this dilemma, little Dick offered him his part of the bed, if his brother Moses would let him lie with him;
"will give Mr. Burchell my part, if my sisters will take me to theirs."
"Well done, my good children,"
"hospitality is one of the first christian duties. The beast retires to its shelter, and the bird flies to its nest; but helpless man can only find refuge from his fellow creature. The
greatest stranger in this world, was he that came to save it. He never had an house, as if willing to see what hospita|lity was left remaining amongst us. Deborah, my dear,"
cried I, to my wife,
"give those boys a lump of sugar each, and let Dick's be the largest, because he spoke first."
In the morning early I called out my whole family to help at saving an after-growth of hay, and our guest offering his assistance, he was accepted among the number. Our labours went on lightly, we turned the swath to the wind, I went foremost, and the rest followed in due succession. I could not avoid, however, observing the assidu|ity of Mr. Burchell in assisting my daugh|ter Sophia in her part of the task. When he had finished his own, he would join in her's, and enter into a close conversation: but I had too good an opinion of Sophia's understanding, and was too well convinced of her ambition, to be under any uneasi|ness from a man of broken fortune.
When we were finished for the day, Mr. Burchell was invited as on the night before; but he refused, as he was to lie that night at a neighbour's, to whose child he was carrying a whistle. When gone, our con|versation at supper turned upon our late un|fortunate guest.
"What a strong in|stance,"
"is that poor man of the miseries attending a youth of levity and extravagance. He by no means wants sense, which only serves to aggravate his former folly. Poor forlorn creature, where are now the revellers, the flatterers, that he could once inspire and com|mand! Gone, perhaps, to attend the bagnio pander, grown rich by his extra|vagance. They once praised him, and now they applaud the pander: their for|mer raptures at his wit, are now convert|ed into sarcasms at his folly: he is poor, and perhaps deserves poverty; for he has neither the ambition to be in|dependent, nor the skill to be useful."
Prompted, perhaps, by some secret reasons,
I delivered this observation with too much acrimony, which my Sophia gently reprov|ed.
"Whatsoever his former conduct may be, pappa, his circumstances should ex|empt him from censure now. His pre|sent indigence is a sufficient punishment for former folly; and I have heard my pappa himself say, that we should never strike our unnecessary blow at a victim over whom providence already holds the scourge of its resentment."
"You are right, Sophy,"
cried my son Moses,
"and one of the ancients finely represents so malicious a conduct, by the attempts of a rustic to flay Marsyas, whose skin, the fable tells us, had been wholly stript off by another. Besides, I don't know if this poor man's situation be so bad as my father would represent it. We are not to judge of the feelings of others by what we might feel if in their place. However dark the habitation of the mole to our eyes, yet the animal itself finds the apartment sufficiently lightsome. And
to confess a truth, this man's mind seems fitted to his station; for I never heard any one more sprightly than he was to-day, when he conversed with you."
—This was said without the least design, how|ever it excited a blush, which she strove to cover by an affected laugh, assuring him, that she scarce took any notice of what he said to her; but that she believed he might once have been a very fine gentleman. The readiness with which she undertook to vindicate herself, and her blushing, were symptoms I did not internally approve; but I represt my suspicions.
As we expected our landlord the next day, my wife went to make the venison pas|ty; Moses sate reading, while I taught the little ones: my daughters seemed equally busy with the rest; and I observed them for a good while cooking something over the fire. I at first supposed they were assisting their mo|ther; but little Dick informed me in a whis|per, that they were making a wash for the face.
Washes of all kinds I had a natural antipa|thy to; for I knew that instead of mending the complexion they spoiled it. I therefore approached my chair by sly degrees to the fire, and grasping the poker, as if it wanted mending, seemingly by accident, over|turned the whole composition, and it was too late to begin another.