[197] _Women, or Ida of Athens_, by Sydney Owenson (afterwards Lady Morgan), published in 1809.
[198] _The Wild Irish Girl_, published in 1806.
[199] Mrs. Charles Austen, whose daughter Ca.s.sandra was born on December 22, 1808.
[200] Eldest daughter of Jane"s brother Edward.
[201] This proved to be Hannah More"s _Coelebs in Search of a Wife_, published in 1808. See next letter.
[202] Messrs. Crosby & Co. of Stationers" Hall Court, London.
[203] Mr. Austin Dobson, in his introduction to _Northanger Abbey_ (Macmillan, 1897), makes the mistake of saying that the "advertis.e.m.e.nt"
of the first edition of 1818 tells us that the MS. was disposed of to "a Bath bookseller."
[204] _Memoir_, p. 129.
[205] This implies that (if _Susan_ and _Northanger Abbey_ were the same) no arrangement was concluded in 1809. Indeed, it does not appear that the author contemplated a re-purchase at that time; and the publisher was unwilling to relinquish his rights on any other terms.
[206] Later writers have not even been content to accept the "publisher in Bath," but have found a name and habitation for him. Mr. Peach, in his _Historic Houses in Bath_, published in 1883 (p. 150 _note_), says: "The publisher (who purchased _Northanger Abbey_), we believe, was Bull." Mr. Oscar Fay Adams, writing in 1891 (_Story of Jane Austen"s Life_, p. 93), becomes more definite in his statement that "nothing of hers (Jane Austen"s) had yet been published; for although Bull, a publisher in Old Bond Street [sc. in Bath], had purchased in 1802 [_sic_] the ma.n.u.script of _Northanger Abbey_ for the sum of ten pounds, it was lying untouched--and possibly unread--among his papers, at the epoch of her leaving Bath."
It is true that Mr. Dobson, unable to find the authority for Bull"s name, is a little more guarded, when he amusingly writes, in 1897:--
"Even at this distance of time, the genuine devotee of Jane Austen must be conscious of a futile but irresistible desire to "feel the b.u.mps" of that Boeotian bookseller of Bath, who, having bought the ma.n.u.script of _Northanger Abbey_ for the base price of ten pounds, refrained from putting it before the world. . . . Only two suppositions are possible: one, that Mr. Bull of the Circulating Library at Bath (if Mr. Bull it were) was const.i.tutionally insensible to the charms of that master-spell which Mrs. Slipslop calls "ironing"; the other, that he was an impenitent and irreclaimable adherent of the author of _The Mysteries of Udolpho_."
Mr. Meehan, in his _Famous Houses of Bath and District_ (1901), is the most circ.u.mstantial of all, writing on p. 197:--
"Her novel _Northanger Abbey_, which is full of Bath, was finished in 1798, and in 1803 she sold the ma.n.u.script for ten pounds to Lewis Bull, a bookseller in the "Lower Walks" (now "Terrace Walk"). Bull had in 1785 succeeded James Leake, and he in turn was succeeded by John Upham. Bull was the founder of the well-known library in Bond Street, London--for many years known as Bull"s Library."
CHAPTER XIV
_SENSE AND SENSIBILITY_
1809-1811
We are now bringing Jane Austen to the home which she was to occupy through all the remaining eight years of her life--the home from which she went to lie on her deathbed at Winchester. Into this period were to be crowded a large proportion of her most important literary work, and all the contemporary recognition which she was destined to enjoy. The first six of these years must have been singularly happy. So far as we know, she was in good health, she was a member of a cheerful family party, and she was under the protection of brothers who would see that she and her mother and sister suffered no discomfort. The eldest, James, Rector of Steventon, could reach his mother"s house in a morning"s ride through pleasant country lanes; Edward, the Squire, occasionally occupied the "Great House" at Chawton, and often lent it to one of his naval brothers; while Henry in London was only too happy to receive his sisters, show them the sights of the metropolis, and transact Jane"s literary business. At home were her mother, her life-long friend Martha, and above all her "other self"--Ca.s.sandra--from whom she had no secrets, and with whom disagreement was impossible. But besides all these living objects of interest, Jane also had her own separate and peculiar world, peopled by the creations of her own bright imagination, which by degrees became more and more real to her as she found others accepting and admiring them. She must have resumed the habit of writing with diffidence, after her previous experience; but the sense of progress, and the success which attended her venture in publishing _Sense and Sensibility_ would by degrees make ample amends for past disappointments. She was no doubt aided by the quiet of her home and its friendly surroundings. In this tranquil spot, where the past and present even now join peaceful hands, she found happy leisure, repose of mind, and absence of distraction, such as any sustained creative effort demands.
Chawton was a charming village, about a mile from Alton, and deep in the country; although two main roads from Gosport and Winchester respectively joined on their way towards London just in front of the Austens" cottage. Indeed, the place still refuses to be modernised, in spite of three converging railways, and a necessary but civil notice in the corner requesting motorists to "drive slowly through the village."
The venerable manor-house (then always called the "Great House") is on the slope of a hill above the Church, surrounded by garden, meadows, and trees, and commanding a view over the intervening valley to a hill opposite, crowned with a beech wood and known as "Chawton Park." The cottage is in the centre of the village, and, as it actually abuts on the road, the Austens could easily see or be seen by travellers. It is supposed to have been built as a posting inn, but it had lately been occupied by Edward Austen"s steward. The author of the _Memoir_ describes his uncle"s improvements to the place in the following words[207]:--
A good-sized entrance and two sitting-rooms made the length of the house, all intended originally to look upon the road; but the large drawing-room window was blocked up and turned into a book-case, and another opened at the side which gave to view only turf and trees, as a high wooden fence and hornbeam hedge shut out the Winchester road, which skirted the whole length of the little domain.
He goes on to speak of the garden laid out at the same time, which proved a great interest to the party of ladies, and in which old Mrs.
Austen worked vigorously, almost to the end of her days, often attired in a green round smock like a labourer"s: a costume which must have been nearly as remarkable as the red habit of her early married life.
Jane Austen was now between thirty-three and thirty-four years old. She was absolutely free from any artistic self-consciousness, from any eccentricity of either temper or manner. "Hers was a mind well balanced on a basis of good sense, sweetened by an affectionate heart, and regulated by fixed principles; so that she was to be distinguished from many other amiable and sensible women only by that peculiar genius which shines out clearly . . . in her works."[208] Her tastes were as normal as her nature. She read English literature with eagerness, attracted by the eighteenth-century perfection of style--and still more by the return to nature in Cowper and the introduction of romance in Scott--but repelled by coa.r.s.eness, which she found even in the _Spectator_, and the presence of which in Fielding made her rank him below Richardson. As for the latter, "Every circ.u.mstance narrated in _Sir Charles Grandison_, all that was ever said or done in the "Cedar Parlour," was familiar to her; and the wedding days of Lady L. and Lady G. were as well remembered as if they had been living friends." Her "dear Dr. Johnson" was a constant companion; and a younger friend was found in Crabbe, whom--as she used to pretend--she was quite prepared to marry: not knowing at the time whether he had a wife living or not.[209] As to her other tastes, she greatly delighted in the beauties of nature, and no doubt would have enjoyed foreign travel, had not that pleasure been quite out of her reach. Her att.i.tude to music, as an art, is more doubtful. She learnt to play the piano in her youth, and after spending many years without an instrument, took it up again on settling at Chawton; but she says herself that she did this in order to be able to play country-dances for her nephews and nieces; and when she goes to a concert she sometimes remarks on her inability to enjoy it. A concert in Sydney Gardens, however, was not perhaps likely to offer to the hearer many examples of high art; and we have no means of knowing whether, if she had had a chance of being introduced to cla.s.sical music, it would have appealed to her, as it sometimes does to intellectual people who have been previously quite ignorant that they possessed any musical faculty. We are told that she had a sweet voice, and sang with feeling. "The Soldier"s Adieu" and "The Yellow-haired Laddie" survive as the names of two of her songs.
She was extraordinarily neat-handed in anything which she attempted. Her hand-writing was both strong and pretty; her hemming and st.i.tching, over which she spent much time, "might have put a sewing-machine to shame"; and at games, like spillikins or cup-and-ball, she was invincible.
If this description does not seem to imply so wide a mental outlook as we wish to see in a distinguished author, we must remember that Jane Austen (as her nephew tells us) "lived in entire seclusion from the literary world," and probably "never was in company with any person whose talents or whose celebrity equalled her own."[210] She was in the middle of a small family circle, the members of which were well-educated according to the fashion of the times, intelligent, and refined; but not especially remarkable for learning or original thought. They accepted the standards and views of their generation, interpreting them in a reasonable and healthy manner. She had therefore no inducement, such as might come from the influence of superior intellects, to dive into difficult problems. Her mental efforts were purely her own, and they led her in another direction; but she saw what she did see so very clearly, that she would probably have been capable of looking more deeply into the heart of things, had any impulse from outside induced her to try.
Her vision, however, might not have remained so admirably adapted for the delicate operations nearer to the surface which were her real work in life.
Jane"s person is thus described for us by her niece Anna, now becoming a grown-up girl and a keen observer: "The figure tall and slight, but not drooping; well balanced, as was proved by her quick firm step. Her complexion of that rare sort which seems the particular property of light brunettes; a mottled skin, not fair, but perfectly clear and healthy; the fine naturally curling hair, neither light nor dark; the bright hazel eyes to match, and the rather small, but well-shaped, nose." This is a delightful description; but she adds that in spite of all this, her aunt was not regularly handsome, though most attractive.
As to her charm and lovableness there is absolute unanimity among all those who were near enough to her to know what she really was. Jane had by this time seen a good deal of society, and enjoyed it, though with a certain critical aloofness which belonged to her family, and which was hardly to be avoided by so clever a person as herself. This critical spirit was evidently a quality of which she endeavoured to rid herself as of a fault; and one of her nieces, who was too young to know her aunt intimately, until almost the end of her life, was able then to say: "She was in fact one of the last people in society to be afraid of. I do not suppose she ever in her life said a sharp thing. She was naturally shy and not given to talk much in company, and people fancied, knowing that she was clever, that she was on the watch for good material for books from their conversation. Her intimate friends knew how groundless was the apprehension and that it wronged her." She was not only shy: she was also at times very grave. Her niece Anna is inclined to think that Ca.s.sandra was the more equably cheerful of the two sisters. There was, undoubtedly, a quiet intensity of nature in Jane for which some critics have not given her credit. Yet at other times she and this same niece could joke so heartily over their needlework and talk such nonsense together that Ca.s.sandra would beg them to stop out of mercy to her, and not keep her in such fits of laughing. Sometimes the laughter would be provoked by the composition of extempore verses, such as those given in the _Memoir_[211] celebrating the charm of the "lovely Anna"; sometimes the niece would skim over new novels at the Alton Library, and reproduce them with wilful exaggeration. On one occasion she threw down a novel on the counter with contempt, saying she knew it must be rubbish from its name. The name was _Sense and Sensibility_--the secret of which had been strictly kept, even from her.
The niece who shared these hearty laughs with her aunts--James"s eldest daughter, Anna--differed widely from her cousin, Edward"s daughter, f.a.n.n.y. She was more brilliant both in looks and in intelligence, but also more mercurial and excitable. Both occupied a good deal of Jane"s thoughts and affections; but Anna must have been the one who caused her the most amus.e.m.e.nt and also the most anxiety. The interest in her was heightened when she became engaged to the son of Jane"s old friend, Mrs.
Lefroy. Anna"s giddiness was merely that of youth; she settled down into a steady married life as the careful mother of a large family. She cherished an ardent affection for her Aunt Jane, who evidently exercised a great influence on her character.
Jane Austen"s literary work was done mainly in the general sitting-room: liable at any moment to be interrupted by servants, children, or visitors--to none of whom had been entrusted the secret of her authorship. Her small sheets of paper could easily be put away or covered with blotting-paper, whenever the creaking swing-door (which she valued for that reason) gave notice that anyone was coming.
Her needlework was nearly always a garment for the poor; though she had also by her some satin st.i.tch ready to take up in case of the appearance of company. The nature of the work will help to contradict an extraordinary misconception--namely, that she was indifferent to the needs and claims of the poor: an idea probably based on the fact that she never used them as "copy." Nothing could be further from the truth.
She was of course quite ignorant of the conditions of life in the great towns, and she had but little money to give, but work, teaching, and sympathy were freely bestowed on rustic neighbours. A very good criterion of her att.i.tude towards her own characters is often furnished by their relations with the poor around them. Instances of this may be found in Darcy"s care of his tenants and servants, in Anne Elliot"s farewell visits to nearly all the inhabitants of Kellynch, and in Emma"s benevolence and good sense when a.s.sisting her poorer neighbours.
So began the Austens" life at Chawton--probably a quieter life than any they had yet led; their nearest neighbours being the Middletons (who rented the "Great House" for five years and were still its inmates), the Benns at Faringdon, the Harry Digweeds, Mr. Papillon the Rector (a bachelor living with his sister), and the Clements and Prowting families.
The ladies took possession of their cottage on July 7, and the first news that we have of them is in a letter from Mrs. Knight, dated October 26, 1809: "I heard of the Chawton party looking very comfortable at breakfast from a gentleman who was travelling by their door in a post-chaise about ten days ago."
After this the curtain falls again, and we have no letters and no information for a year and a half from this time. We are sure, however, that Jane settled down to her writing very soon, for by April 1811 _Sense and Sensibility_ was in the printers" hands, and _Pride and Prejudice_ far advanced.
Since her fit of youthful enthusiasm, when she had composed three stories in little more than three years, she had had much experience of life to sober and strengthen her. Three changes of residence, the loss of her father, the friendship of Mrs. Lefroy and the shock of her death,[212] her own and her sister"s sad love stories, the crisis in the Leigh Perrot history, and her literary disappointments--all these must have made her take up her two old works with a chastened spirit, and a more mature judgment. We cannot doubt that extensive alterations were made: in fact, we know that this was the case with _Pride and Prejudice_. We feel equally certain that, of the two works, _Sense and Sensibility_ was essentially the earlier, both in conception and in composition, and that no one could have sat down to write that work who had already written _Pride and Prejudice_.[213] There is, indeed, no lack of humour in the earlier work--the names of Mrs. Jennings, John Dashwood, and the Palmers are enough to a.s.sure us of this; but the humorous parts are not nearly so essential to the story as they become in her later novels: the plot is desultory, and the princ.i.p.al characters lack interest. We feel, in the presence of the virtue and sense of Elinor, a rebuke which never affects us in the same way with Jane Bennet, f.a.n.n.y Price, or Anne Elliot; while Marianne is often exasperating. Edward Ferrars is rather stiff; and Colonel Brandon is so far removed from us that we never even learn his Christian name.
Mr. Helm[214] makes some acute remarks on the freedom which Elinor shows in talking of embarra.s.sing subjects with Willoughby, and on her readiness to attribute his fall to the world rather than to himself. We are to imagine, however, that Elinor had been attracted by him before, and felt his personal charm again while she was under its spell: all the more, because she was herself in a special state of excitement, from the rapid changes in Marianne"s condition, and the expectation of seeing her mother. Her excuses for Willoughby were so far from representing any opinion of the author"s, that they did not even represent her own after a few hours of reflection. It is one of the many instances which we have of Jane Austen"s subtle dramatic instinct.
On the whole, there is great merit in the book, and much amus.e.m.e.nt to be got from it; but it seems natural to look upon it as an experiment on the part of the author, before she put forth her full powers in _Pride and Prejudice_. We are glad, by the way, to hear from Jane herself that Miss Steele never caught the Doctor after all.
We must now accompany the author to London, whither she went in April 1811 to stay with her brother Henry and his wife (who had moved from Brompton to 64 Sloane Street), having been preceded by her novel, then in the hands of the printers.
Ca.s.sandra had in the meanwhile gone to G.o.dmersham.
Sloane Street: Thursday [April 18, 1811].
MY DEAR Ca.s.sANDRA,-- . . . The badness of the weather disconcerted an excellent plan of mine--that of calling on Miss Beckford again; but from the middle of the day it rained incessantly.
Mary[215] and I, after disposing of her father and mother, went to the Liverpool Museum[216] and the British Gallery,[217] and I had some amus.e.m.e.nt at each, though my preference for men and women always inclines me to attend more to the company than the sight.
I did not see Theo.[218] till late on Tuesday; he was gone to Ilford, but he came back in time to show his usual nothing-meaning, harmless, heartless civility. Henry, who had been confined the whole day to the bank, took me in his way home, and, after putting life and wit into the party for a quarter of an hour, put himself and his sister into a hackney coach.
Eliza is walking out by herself. She has plenty of business on her hands just now, for the day of the party is settled, and drawing near. Above 80 people are invited for next Tuesday evening, and there is to be some very good music--five professionals, three of them glee singers, besides amateurs. f.a.n.n.y will listen to this. One of the hirelings is a Capital on the harp, from which I expect great pleasure. The foundation of the party was a dinner to Henry Egerton and Henry Walter,[219] but the latter leaves town the day before. I am sorry, as I wished _her_ prejudice to be done away, but should have been more sorry if there had been no invitation.
I am a wretch, to be so occupied with all these things as to seem to have no thoughts to give to people and circ.u.mstances which really supply a far more lasting interest--the society in which you are; but I do think of you all, I a.s.sure you, and want to know all about everybody, and especially about your visit to the W. Friars[220]; "mais le moyen" not to be occupied by one"s own concerns?
_Sat.u.r.day._--Frank is superseded in the _Caledonia_. Henry brought us this news yesterday from Mr. Daysh, and he heard at the same time that Charles may be in England in the course of a month. Sir Edward Pollen succeeds Lord Gambier in his command, and some captain of his succeeds Frank; and I believe the order is already gone out. Henry means to enquire farther to-day. He wrote to Mary on the occasion. This is something to think of. Henry is convinced that he will have the offer of something else,[221] but does not think it will be at all inc.u.mbent on him to accept it; and then follows, what will he do? and where will he live?