The vicar of Wakefield: a tale. Supposed to be written by himself. ... [pt.2]
Goldsmith, Oliver, 1730?-1774.
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The Conclusion.

THE next morning as soon as I awaked I found my eldest son sitting by my bedside, who came to encrease my joy with another turn of fortune in my favour. First having released me from the settlement that I had made the day before in his favour, he let me know that my merchant who had failed in town was arrested at Antwerp, and there had given up effects to a much greater amount than what was due to his creditors. My boy's generosity pleased me almost as much as this unlooked for good fortune. But I had some doubts whether I Page  218 ought in justice to accept his offer. While I was pondering upon this, Sir William en|tered the room, to whom I communicated my doubts. His opinion was, that as my son was already possessed of a very affluent fortune by his marriage, I might accept his offer without any hesitation. His business, however, was to inform me that as he had the night before sent for the licences, and ex|pected them every hour, he hoped that I would not refuse my assistance in making all the company happy that morning. A footman entered while we were speaking, to tell us that the messenger was returned, and as I was by this time ready, I went down, where I found the whole company as merry as afflu|ence and innocence could make them. How|ever, as they were now preparing for a very solemn ceremony, their laughter entirely dis|pleased me. I told them of the grave, becom|ing and sublime deportment they should as|sume upon this mystical occasion, and read them two homilies and a thesis of my own Page  219 composing, in order to prepare them. Yet they still seemed perfectly refractory and ungovernable. Even as we were going along to church, to which I led the way, all gra|vity had quite forsaken them, and I was of|ten tempted to turn back in indignation. In church a new dilemma arose, which pro|mised no easy solution. This was, which couple should be married first; my son's bride warmly insisted, that Lady Thornhill, (that was to be) should take the lead; but this the other refused with equal ardour, protesting she would not be guilty of such rudeness for the world. The argument was supported for some time between both with equal obstinacy and good breeding. But as I stood all this time with my book ready, I was at last quite tired of the contest, and shutting it,

"I perceive,"
cried I,
"that none of you have a mind to be married, and I think we had as good go back again; for I suppose Page  220 there will be no business done here to|day."
—This at once reduced them to reason. The Baronet and his Lady were first married, and then my son and his lovely partner.

I had previously that morning given orders that a coach should be sent for my honest neighbour Flamborough and his family, by which means, upon our return to the inn, we had the pleasure of finding the two Miss Flamboroughs alighted before us. Mr. Jenkinson gave his hand to the eldest, and my son Mo|ses led up the other; (and I have since found that he has taken a real liking to the girl, and my consent and bounty he shall have whenever he thinks proper to demand them.) We were no sooner re|turned to the inn, but numbers of my pa|rishioners, hearing of my success, came to congratulate me, but among the rest were those who rose to rescue me, and whom Page  221 I formerly rebuked with such sharpness. I told the story to Sir William, my son-in-law, who went out and reproved them with great severity; but finding them quite dis|heartened by his harsh reproof, he gave them half a guinea a piece to drink his health and raise their dejected spirits.

Soon after this we were called to a very genteel entertainment, which was drest by Mr. Thornhill's cook. And it may not be improper to observe with respect to that gentleman, that he now resides in quality of companion at a relation's house, being very well liked and seldom sitting at the side-table, except when there is no room at the other; for they make no stranger of him. His time is pretty much taken up in keep|ing his relation, who is a little melancholy, in spirits, and in learning to blow the French-horn. My eldest daughter, however, still remembers him with regret; and she has Page  222 even told me, though I make a great secret of it, that when he reforms she may be brought to relent. But to return, for I am not apt to digress thus, when we were to sit down to dinner our ceremonies were going to be renewed. The question was whether my eldest daughter, as being a matron, should not sit above the two young brides, but the debate was cut short by my son George, who proposed, that the company should sit indiscriminately, every gentleman by his lady, This was re|ceived with great approbation by all, ex|cepting my wife, who I could perceive was not perfectly satisfied, as she expected to have had the pleasure of sitting at the head of the table and carving all the meat for all the company. But notwithstanding this, it is impossible to describe our good hu|mour. I can't say whether we had more wit amongst us now than usual; but I am certain we had more laughing, which an|swered the end as well. One jest I parti|cularly Page  223 remember, old Mr. Wilmot drink|ing to Moses, whose head was turned ano|ther way, my son replied,

"Madam, I thank you."
Upon which the old gen|tleman, winking upon the rest of the com|pany, observed that he was thinking of his mistress. At which jest I thought the two miss Flamboroughs would have died with laughing. As soon as dinner was over, according to my old custom, I re|quested that the table might be taken away, to have the pleasure of seeing all my fa|mily assembled once more by a chearful fire-side. My two little ones sat upon each knee, the rest of the company by their partners. I had nothing now on this side of the grave to wish for, all my cares were over, my pleasure was unspeak|able. It now only remained that my grati|tude in good fortune should exceed my for|mer submission in adversity.