What is become of all the shyness in the world?
Moral as well as natural diseases disappear in the progress of time, and new ones take their place.
Shyness and the sweating sickness have given way to confidence and paralytic complaints.
_Evening._--Our little visitor has just left us, and left us highly pleased with her; she is a nice, natural, open-hearted, affectionate girl, with all the ready civility which one sees in the best children in the present day; so unlike anything that I was myself at her age, that I am often all astonishment and shame. Half her time was spent at spillikins, which I consider as a very valuable part of our household furniture, and as not the least important benefaction from the family of Knight to that of Austen.
There, I flatter myself I have constructed you a smartish letter, considering my want of materials, but, like my dear Dr. Johnson, I believe I have dealt more in notions than facts[165].
Southampton: [Friday, February 20, 1807].
We have at last heard something of Mr.
Austen"s[166] will. It is believed at Tunbridge that he has left everything after the death of his widow to Mr. M. Austen"s third son John; and, as the said John was the only one of the family who attended the funeral, it seems likely to be true.
My mother has heard this morning from Paragon. My aunt talks much of the violent colds prevailing in Bath, from which my uncle has suffered ever since their return, and she has herself a cough much worse than any she ever had before, subject as she has always been to bad ones. She writes in good humour and cheerful spirits, however. The negotiation between them and Adlestrop so happily over, indeed, what can have power to vex her materially?
_Sat.u.r.day._--I have received your letter, but I suppose you do not expect me to be gratified by its contents. I confess myself much disappointed by this repeated delay of your return, for though I had pretty well given up all idea of your being with us before our removal, I felt sure that March would not pa.s.s quite away without bringing you.
Before April comes, of course something else will occur to detain you. But as _you_ are happy, all this is selfishness, of which here is enough for one page.
Frank"s going into Kent depends, of course, upon his being unemployed; but as the First Lord, after promising Lord Moira that Captain A. should have the first good frigate that was vacant, has since given away two or three fine ones, he has no particular reason to expect an appointment now.
_He_, however, has scarcely spoken about the Kentish journey. I have my information chiefly from her, and she considers her own going thither as more certain if he should be at sea than if not.
Frank has got a very bad cough, for an Austen; but it does not disable him from making very nice fringe for the drawing-room curtains.
I recommend Mrs. Grant"s[167] letters, as a present to her [Martha]; what they are about, and how many volumes they form, I do not know, having never heard of them but from Miss Irvine, who speaks of them as a new and much-admired work, and as one which has pleased her highly. I have inquired for the book here, but find it quite unknown.
We are reading Baretti"s other book,[168] and find him dreadfully abusive of poor Mr. Sharpe. I can no longer take his part against you, as I did nine years ago.
Our knowledge of the house which was the Austens" home at Southampton for two years, and of its surroundings, is derived from the personal reminiscences of the author of the _Memoir_, who was now old enough to visit his relatives, and who tells us that at this time he began to know, and "what was the same thing, to love" his Aunt Jane. "They lived," he says,[169] "in a commodious old-fashioned house in a corner of Castle Square . . . with a pleasant garden, bounded on one side by the old city walls; the top of this wall was sufficiently wide to afford a pleasant walk, with an extensive view easily accessible to ladies by steps." Castle Square itself was occupied "by a fantastic edifice, too large for the s.p.a.ce in which it stood, though too small to accord well with its castellated style, erected by the second Marquis of Lansdowne."
The whole of this building disappeared after the death of its eccentric owner in November 1809. His half-brother and successor in the peerage--the well-known statesman--became in after life an ardent admirer of Jane Austen"s novels, and told a friend[170] that "one of the circ.u.mstances of his life which he looked back upon with vexation was that Miss Austen should once have been living some weeks in his neighbourhood without his knowing it." Had he known it, however, he would have had no reason--in the Southampton period--for imagining her to be an author.
On March 9, 1807, we may imagine the party taking possession of their new house; but Frank can have seen but little of it before he took command of the _St. Albans_ in April, and went to the Cape of Good Hope on convoying duty. He was back by June 30.
On Ca.s.sandra"s return, the two sisters must have been together for a considerable period; but till June 1808 we know little that is definite about them, except that in September 1807, together with their mother, they paid a visit to Chawton House--Edward Austen"s Hampshire residence.[171]
During these years, Charles Austen was long engaged in the unpleasant and unprofitable duty of enforcing the right of search on the Atlantic seaboard of America. Hardly anything is said in the extant letters of his marriage to f.a.n.n.y Palmer, daughter of the Attorney-General of Bermuda, which took place in 1807.
The month of June 1808 found Jane staying with her brother Henry in Brompton[172]; but we have no details of her stay beyond the fact that she watched some of her acquaintance going to Court on the King"s birthday. On June 14 she left London with her brother James, his wife and two children, on a visit to G.o.dmersham.
G.o.dmersham: Wednesday [June 15, 1808].
MY DEAR Ca.s.sANDRA,--Where shall I begin? Which of all my important nothings shall I tell you first?
At half after seven yesterday morning Henry saw us into our own carriage, and we drove away from the Bath Hotel; which, by-the-bye, had been found most uncomfortable quarters--very dirty, very noisy, and very ill-provided. James began his journey by the coach at five. Our first eight miles were hot; Deptford Hill brought to my mind our hot journey into Kent fourteen years ago; but after Blackheath we suffered nothing, and as the day advanced it grew quite cool. At Dartford, which we reached within the two hours and three-quarters, we went to the Bull, the same inn at which we breakfasted in that said journey, and on the present occasion had about the same bad b.u.t.ter.
At half-past ten we were again off, and, travelling on without any adventure reached Sittingbourne by three. Daniel was watching for us at the door of the "George," and I was acknowledged very kindly by Mr. and Mrs. Marshall, to the latter of whom I devoted my conversation, while Mary went out to buy some gloves. A few minutes, of course, did for Sittingbourne; and so off we drove, drove, drove, and by six o"clock were at G.o.dmersham.
Our two brothers[173] were walking before the house as we approached, as natural as life. f.a.n.n.y and Lizzie met us in the Hall with a great deal of pleasant joy; we went for a few minutes into the breakfast parlour, and then proceeded to our rooms. Mary has the Hall chamber. I am in the Yellow room--very literally--for I am writing in it at this moment. It seems odd to me to have such a great place all to myself, and to be at G.o.dmersham without you is also odd.
You are wished for, I a.s.sure you: f.a.n.n.y, who came to me as soon as she had seen her Aunt James to her room, and stayed while I dressed, was as energetic as usual in her longings for you. She is grown both in height and size since last year, but not immoderately, looks very well, and seems as to conduct and manner just what she was and what one could wish her to continue.
Elizabeth, who was dressing when we arrived, came to me for a minute attended by Marianne, Charles, and Louisa, and, you will not doubt, gave me a very affectionate welcome. That I had received such from Edward also I need not mention; but I do, you see, because it is a pleasure. I never saw him look in better health, and f.a.n.n.y says he is perfectly well. I cannot praise Elizabeth"s looks, but they are probably affected by a cold. Her little namesake has gained in beauty in the last three years, though not all that Marianne has lost. Charles is not quite so lovely as he was.
Louisa is much as I expected, and Ca.s.sandra I find handsomer than I expected, though at present disguised by such a violent breaking-out that she does not come down after dinner. She has charming eyes and a nice open countenance, and seems likely to be very lovable. Her size is magnificent.
_Thursday._-- . . . I feel rather languid and solitary--perhaps because I have a cold; but three years ago we were more animated with you and Harriot and Miss Sharpe. We shall improve, I dare say, as we go on.
_Friday._--Edward and Caroline[174] seem very happy here; he has nice play-fellows in Lizzie and Charles. They and their attendant have the boys"
attic. Anna will not be surprised that the cutting off her hair is very much regretted by several of the party in this house; I am tolerably reconciled to it by considering that two or three years may restore it again.
G.o.dmersham: Monday [June 20, 1808].
This morning brought me a letter from Mrs. Knight, containing the usual fee, and all the usual kindness. She asks me to spend a day or two with her this week, to meet Mrs. C. Knatchbull, who, with her husband, comes to the White Friars to-day, and I believe I shall go. I have consulted Edward, and think it will be arranged for Mrs. J.
A."s going with me one morning, my staying the night, and Edward driving me home the next evening. Her very agreeable present will make my circ.u.mstances quite easy. I shall reserve half for my pelisse.
_Wednesday._--I sent my answer by them [the Moores] to Mrs. Knight; my double acceptance of her note and her invitation, which I wrote without effort, for I am rich, and the rich are always respectable, whatever be their style of writing.
Ought I to be very much pleased with _Marmion_?[175] As yet I am not. James reads it aloud every evening--the short evening, beginning at about ten, and broken by supper.
G.o.dmersham: Sunday [June 26, 1808].
I am very much obliged to you for writing to me on Thursday, and very glad that I owe the pleasure of hearing from you again so soon to such an agreeable cause; but you will not be surprised, nor perhaps so angry as I should be, to find that Frank"s history had reached me before in a letter from Henry. We are all very happy to hear of his health and safety; he wants nothing but a good prize to be a perfect character.
They [the Knatchbulls] return into Somersetshire by way of Suss.e.x and Hants, and are to be at Fareham, and, perhaps, may be in Southampton, on which possibility I said all that I thought right, and, if they are in the place M^{rs.} K. has promised to call in Castle Square; it will be about the end of July. . . . You and I need not tell each other how glad we shall be to receive attention from, or pay it to anyone connected with Mrs. Knight. I cannot help regretting that now, when I feel enough her equal to relish her society, I see so little of the latter.
G.o.dmersham: Thursday [June 30, 1808].