CHAPTER III. UNEXPECTED MISFORTUNES. [Instructor’s
note: The story continues in the generation previous to
[3.1]
"My life," said
Mr. Eldridge,
"till within these few years was marked by no particular circumstance deserving
notice. I early embraced the life of
a
sailor, and have served my King with unremitted ardour
[devoted feeling]
for many years. At
the age of twenty-five I married an amiable woman; one son, and the girl who
just now left us, were the fruits of our union. My boy had genius and spirit. I
straitened [made the most
of]
my
little income to give him a liberal education, but the rapid progress he made in
his studies amply compensated for the inconvenience.
At the academy where he received his
education he commenced an acquaintance with a Mr. Lewis, a young man of affluent
fortune
[class difference potentially
indicating a different morality from the middle-class Eldridges]:
as they grew up their intimacy ripened into friendship, and
they became almost
inseparable companions.
[3.2]
"George chose the
profession of a soldier. I had neither friends or money to procure
[purchase]
him a commission
[as an officer],
and had wished him to embrace a nautical life
[become a sailor]:
but this was repugnant to
[the opposite of]
his wishes, and I
ceased to urge him on the subject.
[3.3]
"The
friendship subsisting between Lewis and my son was of such a nature as gave him
free access to our family; and
so
specious [so
superficially appealing]
was his manner
that we hesitated not to state to him all our little difficulties in regard to
George's future views. He listened to us with attention, and
offered to advance
[loan]
any sum necessary
for his
[George’s]
first setting out.
[3.4]
"I embraced the
offer, and gave him my note
[IOU]
for the payment of
it, but he would not suffer me to mention any stipulated time, as he said I
might do it whenever most convenient to myself. About this time my dear Lucy
returned from school
[being away at school],
and I soon began to imagine
Lewis looked
at her with eyes of affection. I gave my child a caution to beware of him, and
to look on her mother as her friend.
She was unaffectedly artless
[innocent and naive];
and when, as I suspected, Lewis made
professions of love, she confided in her parents, and assured us her heart was
perfectly unbiased in his favour, and she would cheerfully submit to our
direction.
[3.5]
"I took an early opportunity of
questioning him concerning his
intentions towards my child: he gave an equivocal answer, and
I forbade him the house.
[3.6]
"The next day he
sent and demanded payment of his money.
It was not in my power to comply with the demand. I requested three days to
endeavour to raise it, determining in that time to mortgage my half pay
[cash out his sailor’s pension],
and live on a small annuity
[yearly income]
which my wife
possessed, rather than be under an obligation to so worthless a man: but this
short time was not allowed me; for that evening, as I was sitting down to
supper, unsuspicious of danger,
an
officer entered, and tore me from the embraces of my family.
[3.7]
"My wife had been for some time in a declining state of
health: ruin at once so unexpected and inevitable was a stroke she was not
prepared to bear, and I saw her faint into the arms of our servant, as I left my
own habitation for the comfortless walls of a prison.
My poor Lucy, distracted with her fears
for us both, sunk on the floor and endeavoured to detain me by her feeble
efforts, but in vain; they forced open her arms; she shrieked, and fell
prostrate. But pardon me. The horrors of that night unman me. I cannot
proceed."
[3.8]
He rose from his seat, and walked several times across the
room: at length, attaining more composure, he cried—"What a mere infant I am!
Why, Sir, I never felt thus in the day
of battle." "No," said
[Henry]
[3.9]
"True," replied the old man, (something like satisfaction
darting across his features) "and
painful as these feelings are, I would not exchange them for that torpor
[lack of feeling]
which the stoic
mistakes for philosophy. How many exquisite delights should I have passed by
unnoticed, but for these keen sensations, this quick sense of happiness or
misery?
[<In contrast to
Enlightenment literature,
sentimental fiction elevates common human feelings of
family love]
Then let us, my friend,
take the cup of life as it is presented
to us, tempered by the hand of a wise Providence;
be thankful for the
good, be patient under the evil, and presume not to enquire why the latter
predominates."
[3.10]
"This is true
philosophy," said
[3.11]
"'Tis the only way to reconcile ourselves to the cross
events of life," replied he. "But I forget myself. I will not longer intrude on
your patience, but
proceed in my melancholy tale.
[3.12]
"The very evening that I was taken to prison,
my son arrived from
[3.13]
"Fired at the insult offered to a man and a soldier, my boy
struck the villain, and a
challenge
[to a duel]
ensued.
He then went to a coffee-house in the neighbourhood and wrote a long
affectionate letter to me, blaming himself severely for having introduced Lewis
into the family, or permitted him to confer an obligation, which had brought
inevitable ruin on us all. He begged me, whatever might be the event of the
ensuing morning [duel b/w
George and Lewis],
not to suffer regret or unavailing sorrow for his fate, to increase the anguish
of my heart, which he greatly feared was already insupportable.
[3.14]
"This letter was delivered to me early in the morning. It
would be vain to attempt describing my feelings on the perusal of it; suffice it
to say, that a merciful
[3.15]
"A fever and strong delirium seized me, and my life was
despaired of. At length, nature, overpowered with fatigue, gave way to the
salutary power of rest, and a quiet slumber of some hours
restored me to reason, though the
extreme weakness of my frame prevented my feeling my distress so acutely as I
otherways should.
[3.16]
"The first object
that struck me on awaking, was Lucy sitting by my bedside; her pale countenance
and sable [mourning]
dress
prevented my enquiries for poor George: for the letter I had received from him,
was the first thing that occurred to my memory. By degrees the rest returned: I
recollected being arrested, but could no ways account for being in this
apartment, whither they had conveyed me during my illness.
[3.17]
"I was so weak as
to be almost unable to speak. I pressed Lucy's hand, and looked earnestly round
the apartment in search of another dear object.
[3.18]
"Where is your
mother?" said I, faintly.
[3.19]
"The poor girl
could not answer: she shook her head in expressive silence; and throwing herself
on the bed, folded her arms about me, and burst into tears.
[3.20]
"What! both gone?"
said I.
[3.21]
"Both," she
replied, endeavouring to restrain her emotions: "but they are happy, no doubt."
[3.22]
Here Mr. Eldridge paused: the recollection of the scene was
too painful
to permit him to proceed.
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