CHAPTER XIII
FROM SOUTHAMPTON TO CHAWTON
1808-1809
We do not doubt that the orange wine was duly made and the pleasure of unreserved conversation enjoyed during the remainder of the summer.
Before the end of September, Ca.s.sandra had gone to G.o.dmersham on what was to prove a long and a sad visit. She arrived just at the time of the birth of her sister-in-law"s sixth son and eleventh child, John. For a time all went well with mother and child; but on October 8 Elizabeth Austen was suddenly seized with sickness, and died before the serious nature of her attack had been fully realised.[176] This sad event occurred, as the reader will see, between the second and third of the following letters. Edward Austen"s two eldest boys, Edward and George, were now at Winchester School, but were taken away for a time on their mother"s death. They went at first to the James Austens, at Steventon, no one appearing to think a journey to so distant a county as Kent feasible; and Jane, whose immediate impulse seems to have been to do what she could for her nephews, resigned them rather unwillingly for the time. On October 22 they went on to their grandmother and aunt at Southampton; and then their Aunt Jane was able to devote herself entirely to them, as her own Jane Bennet once did to her small cousins, and to show how her "steady sense and sweetness of temper exactly adapted her for attending to them in every way: teaching them, playing with them, and loving them"--words which she probably intended as a description of what Ca.s.sandra would have done in a similar position.
Castle Square: Sat.u.r.day [October 1, 1808].
MY DEAR Ca.s.sANDRA,--Your letter this morning was quite unexpected, and it is well that it brings such good news to counterbalance the disappointment to me of losing my first sentence, which I had arranged full of proper hopes about your journey, intending to commit them to paper to-day, and not looking for certainty till to-morrow.
We are extremely glad to hear of the birth of the child, and trust everything will proceed as well as it begins. His mamma has our best wishes, and he our second best for health and comfort--though I suppose, unless he has our best too, we do nothing for _her_. We are glad it was all over before your arrival, and I am most happy to find who the G.o.dmother is to be. My mother was some time guessing the names.
About an hour and a half after your toils on Wednesday ended, ours began. At seven o"clock Mrs.
Harrison, her two daughters and two visitors, with Mr. Debary and his eldest sister, walked in.
A second pool of commerce, and all the longer by the addition of the two girls, who during the first had one corner of the table and spillikins to themselves, was the ruin of us; it completed the prosperity of Mr. Debary, however, for he won them both.
Mr. Harrison came in late, and sat by the fire, for which I envied him, as we had our usual luck of having a very cold evening. It rained when our company came, but was dry again before they left us.
The Miss Ballards are said to be remarkably well-informed; their manners are unaffected and pleasing, but they do not talk quite freely enough to be agreeable, nor can I discover any right they had by taste or feeling to go their late tour.
We have got the second volume of _Espriella"s Letters_,[177] and I read it aloud by candlelight.
The man describes well, but is horribly anti-English. He deserves to be the foreigner he a.s.sumes.
The Marquis[178] has put off being cured for another year; after waiting some weeks in vain for the return of the vessel he had agreed for, he is gone into Cornwall to order a vessel built for himself by a famous man in that country, in which he means to go abroad a twelvemonth hence.
With love to all, Yours affectionately, J. A.
f.a.n.n.y Austen (afterwards Lady Knatchbull), Edward"s eldest daughter, had nearly completed her sixteenth year. She was admirably adapted for the difficult position into which she was about to be thrown: that of companion to her father, mistress of a large household, and adviser to her younger brothers and sisters. She was sensible, even-tempered, affectionate, and conscientious. She did indeed prove "almost another sister" to Jane, who, as Ca.s.sandra said afterwards, was perhaps better known to her than to any other human being, except Ca.s.sandra herself.
Though this niece did not profess any special literary ability, her Aunt always valued her sound judgment on each new book: and in return she gave her, without fear of offending, advice[179] on the most delicate subjects. The short extracts from f.a.n.n.y"s diary, which her son, Lord Brabourne, gives us, show how constantly "Aunt Jane" was the object of her thoughts.
Castle Square: Friday [October 7, 1808].
MY DEAR Ca.s.sANDRA,--Your letter on Tuesday gave us great pleasure, and we congratulate you all upon Elizabeth"s. .h.i.therto happy recovery; to-morrow, or Sunday, I hope to hear of its advancing in the same style. We are also very glad to know that you are so well yourself, and pray you to continue so.
We found ourselves tricked into a thorough party at Mrs. M."s, a quadrille and a commerce table, and music in the other room. There were two pools at commerce, but I would not play more than one, for the stake was three shillings, and I cannot afford to lose that twice in an evening. The Miss M."s were as civil and as silly as usual.
_Sat.u.r.day._--Thank you for your letter, which found me at the breakfast table with my two companions.
I am greatly pleased with your account of f.a.n.n.y; I found her in the summer just what you describe, almost another sister; and could not have supposed that a niece would ever have been so much to me. She is quite after one"s own heart; give her my best love, and tell her that I always think of her with pleasure.
Martha was an hour and a half in Winchester, walking about with the three boys and at the pastry-cook"s. She thought Edward grown, and speaks with the same admiration as before of his manners; she saw in George a little likeness to his uncle Henry.
[October 13.]
I have received your letter, and with most melancholy anxiety was it expected, for the sad news reached us last night, but without any particulars. It came in a short letter to Martha from her sister, begun at Steventon and finished in Winchester.
We have felt--we do feel--for you all, as you will not need to be told: for you, for f.a.n.n.y, for Henry, for Lady Bridges, and for dearest Edward, whose loss and whose sufferings seem to make those of every other person nothing. G.o.d be praised that you can say what you do of him: that he has a religious mind to bear him up, and a disposition that will gradually lead him to comfort.
My dear, dear f.a.n.n.y, I am so thankful that she has you with her! You will be everything to her; you will give her all the consolation that human aid can give. May the Almighty sustain you all, and keep you, my dearest Ca.s.sandra, well; but for the present I dare say you are equal to everything.
You will know that the poor boys are at Steventon.
Perhaps it is best for them, as they will have more means of exercise and amus.e.m.e.nt there than they could have with us, but I own myself disappointed by the arrangement. I should have loved to have them with me at such a time. I shall write to Edward by this post.
With what true sympathy our feelings are shared by Martha you need not be told; she is the friend and sister under every circ.u.mstance.
We need not enter into a panegyric on the departed, but it is sweet to think of her great worth, of her solid principles, of her true devotion, her excellence in every relation of life. It is also consolatory to reflect on the shortness of the sufferings which led her from this world to a better.
Farewell for the present, my dearest sister. Tell Edward that we feel for him and pray for him.
Sat.u.r.day night [October 15, 1808].
Your accounts make us as comfortable as we can expect to be at such a time. Edward"s loss is terrible, and must be felt as such, and these are too early days indeed to think of moderation in grief, either in him or his afflicted daughter, but soon we may hope that our dear f.a.n.n.y"s sense of duty to that beloved father will rouse her to exertion. For his sake, and as the most acceptable proof of love to the spirit of her departed mother, she will try to be tranquil and resigned.
Does she feel you to be a comfort to her, or is she too much overpowered for anything but solitude?
Your account of Lizzy is very interesting. Poor child! One must hope the impression _will_ be strong, and yet one"s heart aches for a dejected mind of eight years old.
We are anxious to be a.s.sured that Edward will not attend the funeral, but when it comes to the point I think he must feel it impossible.
I am glad you can say what you do of Mrs. Knight and of Goodnestone in general; it is a great relief to me to know that the shock did not make any of them ill. But what a task was yours to announce it! _Now_ I hope you are not overpowered with letter-writing, as Henry[180] and John can ease you of many of your correspondents.
Upon your letter to Dr. G.o.ddard"s[181] being forwarded to them, Mary wrote to ask whether my mother wished to have her grandsons sent to her.
We decided on their remaining where they were, which I hope my brother will approve of. I am sure he will do us the justice of believing that in such a decision we sacrificed inclination to what we thought best.
I shall write by the coach to-morrow to Mrs. J.
A., and to Edward, about their mourning, though this day"s post will probably bring directions to them on that subject from yourselves. I shall certainly make use of the opportunity of addressing our nephew on the most serious of all concerns, as I naturally did in my letter to him before. The poor boys are, perhaps, more comfortable at Steventon than they could be here, but you will understand _my feelings_ with respect to it.
To-morrow will be a dreadful day for you all. Mr.
Whitfield"s[182] will be a severe duty. Glad shall I be to hear that it is over.