To-morrow I shall be just like Camilla in Mr.
Dubster"s summer-house; for my Lionel will have taken away the ladder by which I came here, or at least by which I intended to get away, and here I must stay till his return. My situation, however, is somewhat preferable to hers, for I am very happy here, though I should be glad to get home by the end of the month. I have no idea that Miss Pearson will return with me.
What a fine fellow Charles is, to deceive us into writing two letters to him at Cork! I admire his ingenuity extremely, especially as he is so great a gainer by it.
I am glad to hear so good an account of Mr.
Charde, and only fear that my long absence may occasion his relapse. I practise every day as much as I can--I wish it were more for his sake. . . .
Frank has turned a very nice little b.u.t.ter-churn for f.a.n.n.y. I do not believe that any of the party were aware of the valuables they had left behind; nor can I hear anything of Anna"s gloves. Indeed I have not enquired at all about them hitherto.
We are very busy making Edward"s shirts, and I am proud to say that I am the neatest worker of the party.
Rowling: Monday [September 5, 1796].
MY DEAR Ca.s.sANDRA,--I shall be extremely anxious to hear the event of your ball, and shall hope to receive so long and minute an account of every particular that I shall be tired of reading it. . . .
I hope John Lovett"s accident will not prevent his attending the ball, as you will otherwise be obliged to dance with Mr. Tincton the whole evening. Let me know how J. Harwood deports himself without the Miss Biggs, and which of the Marys will carry the day with my brother James.
_We_ were at a ball on Sat.u.r.day, I a.s.sure you. We dined at Goodnestone, and in the evening danced two country-dances and the Boulangeries. I opened the ball with Edward Bridges[74]; the other couples were Lewis Cage and Harriet, Frank and Louisa, f.a.n.n.y and George. Elizabeth played one country-dance, Lady Bridges the other, which she made Henry dance with her, and Miss Finch played the Boulangeries.
In reading over the last three or four lines, I am aware of my having expressed myself in so doubtful a manner that, if I did not tell you to the contrary, you might imagine it was Lady Bridges who made Henry dance with her at the same time that she was playing, which, if not impossible, must appear a very improbable event to you. But it was Elizabeth who danced. We supped there and walked home at night under the shade of two umbrellas.
We have just got some venison from G.o.dmersham, which the two Mr. Harveys are to devour to-morrow, and on Friday or Sat.u.r.day the Goodnestone people are to finish their sc.r.a.ps. Henry went away on Friday, as he purposed, _without fayl_. You will hear from him soon, I imagine, as he talked of writing to Steventon shortly. Mr. Richard Harvey is going to be married; but as it is a great secret, and only known to half the neighbourhood, you must not mention it. The lady"s name is Musgrave.
Pray remember me to everybody who does not enquire after me; those who do, remember me without bidding. Give my love to Mary Harrison, and tell her I wish, whenever she is attached to a young man, some _respectable_ Dr. Marchmont may keep them apart for five volumes.
Rowling: Thursday [September 15, 1796].
At Nackington we met Lady Sondes" picture over the mantelpiece in the dining-room, and the pictures of her three children in an ante-room, besides Mr.
Scott, Miss Fletcher, Mr. Toke, Mr. J. Toke, and the Archdeacon Lynch. Miss Fletcher and I were very thick, but I am the thinnest of the two. She wore her purple muslin, which is pretty enough, though it does not become her complexion. There are two traits in her character which are pleasing--namely, she admires _Camilla_, and drinks no cream in her tea. If you should ever see Lucy, you may tell her that I scolded Miss Fletcher for her negligence in writing, as she desired me to do, but without being able to bring her to any proper sense of shame--that Miss Fletcher says in her defence, that as everybody whom Lucy knew when she was in Canterbury has now left it, she has nothing at all to write to her about. By _everybody_, I suppose Miss Fletcher means that a new set of officers have arrived there. But this is a note of my own.
His Royal Highness Sir Thomas Williams has at length sailed; the papers say "on a cruise." But I hope they are gone to Cork, or I shall have written in vain. Give my love to Jane, as she arrived at Steventon yesterday, I dare say.
Edward and Frank went out yesterday very early in a couple of shooting jackets, and came home like a couple of bad shots, for they killed nothing at all. They are out again to-day, and are not yet returned. Delightful sport! They are just come home, Edward with his two brace, Frank with his two and a half. What amiable young men!
Rowling: Sunday [September 18, 1796].
This morning has been spent in doubt and deliberation, in forming plans and removing difficulties, for it ushered in the day with an event which I had not intended should take place so soon by a week. Frank has received his appointment on board the _Captain John Gore_ commanded by the Triton[75] and will therefore be obliged to be in town on Wednesday; and though I have every disposition in the world to accompany him on that day, I cannot go on the uncertainty of the Pearsons being at home, as I should not have a place to go to in case they were from home.
My father will be so good as to fetch home his prodigal daughter from town, I hope, unless he wishes me to walk the hospitals, enter at the Temple, or mount guard at St. James". It will hardly be in Frank"s power to take me home--nay, it certainly will not. I shall write again as soon as I get to Greenwich.
I am very glad that the idea of returning with Frank occurred to me; for as to Henry"s coming into Kent again, the time of its taking place is so very uncertain that I should be waiting for _dead men"s shoes_. I had once determined to go with Frank to-morrow and take my chance, &c., but they dissuaded me from so rash a step, as I really think on consideration it would have been; for if the Pearsons were not at home, I should inevitably fall a sacrifice to the arts of some fat woman who would make me drunk with small beer.
In some way or other, Jane managed to reach Steventon, and at once set to work on _First Impressions_. From that point the letters cease for two years--namely, till October 1798. Several family events occurred during the interval. In January 1797 came the wedding of James Austen and Mary Lloyd. Owing to the friendship which had long existed between the Austens and the Lloyds, this marriage gave great pleasure at Steventon, and Eliza de Feuillide remarks on it as follows:--
James has chosen a second wife in the person of Miss Mary Lloyd, who is not either rich or handsome, but very sensible and good humoured. . . .
Jane seems much pleased with the match, and it is natural she should, having long known and liked the lady.
Not long after this happy event, the rectory at Steventon was plunged into deep grief, for news came that Ca.s.sandra"s intended husband, Thomas Fowle, who was expected home from St. Domingo in a few weeks, had died in February of yellow fever. Our chief informant is again Eliza de Feuillide, who writes on May 3:--
This is a very severe stroke to the whole family, and particularly to poor Ca.s.sandra, for whom I feel more than I can express. Indeed I am most sincerely grieved at this event, and the pain which it must occasion our worthy relations. Jane says that her sister behaves with a degree of resolution and propriety which no common mind could evince in so trying a situation.
His kinsman, Lord Craven, who had taken him out as chaplain to his regiment, said afterwards that, had he known of his engagement, he would not have allowed him to go to so dangerous a climate.
After such a blow as this, Jane was hardly likely to leave Ca.s.sandra, and the absence of letters at this time is easily understood. In November of this same year, Mrs. Austen, whose health was not good determined to go to Bath with her daughters. The route from Steventon was by Andover and Devizes, one night being usually spent at the latter place. Mrs. Austen"s brother, Mr. Leigh Perrot, was a regular visitor to Bath, and there is every reason to suppose that Jane had already visited the Leigh Perrots or the Coopers, or both, at this still fashionable resort, whose place was only gradually being usurped by Brighton. Owing to the absence of contemporary letters our knowledge of her stay there in 1797 is chiefly derived from reminiscences in later correspondence.
Thus in May 1799, when visiting Bath again, Jane remarks that it rained almost all the way from Devizes; "and our first view of Bath has been just as gloomy as it was last November twelve-month." We may therefore imagine them "entering Bath on a wet afternoon"--like Lady Russell, in _Persuasion_--"and driving through the long course of streets . . . amidst the dash of other carriages, the heavy rumble of carts and drays, the bawling of newsmen, m.u.f.fin-men and milkmen, and the ceaseless clink of pattens." The Austens probably stayed with the Perrots at their house, No. 1 Paragon Buildings.
Writing in April 1805, Jane describes a visit to a riding-school, and says: "Seven years and four months ago we went to the same riding-house to see Miss Lefroy"s performance. What a different set are we now moving in!" It would be interesting to know in what way the set differed, whether in kind or only in the individuals composing it. In this earlier visit Jane was likely to have seen plenty of company, as the Leigh Perrots had a large acquaintance.[76] The Austens stayed at Bath into December, for Elizabeth de Feuillide mentions, on December 11, that she had heard very lately from Jane, "who is still at Bath with her mother and sister. Mr. Hampson, whom I saw yesterday . . . told me he had heard Ca.s.sandra was going to be married, but Jane says not a word of it." When we think of Jane"s silence, and still more of Ca.s.sandra"s recent grief, we may safely discredit this extremely improbable rumour.
On returning home for Christmas, they received a piece of news which, even if it did not come entirely as a surprise, can hardly have given unmixed pleasure. This was the engagement of Henry Austen to his cousin, Eliza de Feuillide--his senior by some ten years. Intended originally for the Church, Henry Austen had abandoned the idea of taking Orders, and had joined the Oxford Militia as lieutenant, in 1793, becoming adjutant and captain four years later. Though he was endowed with many attractive gifts there was a certain infirmity of purpose in his character that was hardly likely to be remedied by a marriage to his very pleasure-loving cousin.
In default of Eliza"s letter on the occasion to her uncle, we may quote that which she wrote to Warren Hastings:--
DEAR SIR,--As I flatter myself you still take an interest in my welfare, I think it inc.u.mbent on me to acquaint you with a circ.u.mstance by which it must be materially influenced. I have consented to an Union with my Cousin, Captain Austen, who has the honour of being known to you. He has been for some time in Possession of a comfortable income, and the excellence of his Heart, Temper and Understanding, together with steady attachment to me, his Affection for my little Boy, and disinterested concurrence in the disposal of my Property in favour of this latter, have at length induced me to an acquiescence which I have withheld for more than two years. Need I say, my dear Sir, that I most earnestly wish for your approbation on this occasion, and that it is with the sincerest attachment I shall ever remain
Your much obliged and affectionate G.o.d-daughter, ELIZABETH DE FEUILLIDE.
I beg leave to present my affectionate compliments to Mrs. Hastings.
December 26, 1797.
Neither side wished for a long engagement, and they were married on December 31. Henry continued with the Militia regiment probably till the Peace of 1802. By 1804 he had joined a brother Militia officer of the name of Maunde, and set up as banker and army agent, with offices in Albany, Piccadilly; removing in or before 1808 to 10 Henrietta Street, Covent Garden. Poor little Hastings de Feuillide became subject to epilepsy, and died on October 9, 1801, while the Henry Austens were living in Upper Berkeley Street.[77]
During the first half of 1798, Jane, fresh from her late visit to Bath, was able to devote some happy months of unbroken leisure to writing the first draft of the book known to us as _Northanger Abbey_; but her comedy was once more interrupted by one of the tragedies of real life.
On August 9 occurred the death of her cousin, Lady Williams (Jane Cooper): while she was driving herself in a whiskey, a dray-horse ran away and drove against the chaise. She was thrown out and killed on the spot: "never spoke again," so Mrs. Lybbe Powys records the news on August 14. Jane Williams had been married from Steventon Rectory, and had been, both before and after that event, so frequent a visitor there that her death must have been severely felt by the Austens--especially by the daughters of the family, her friends and contemporaries.
FOOTNOTES:
[70] _Juniper Hall_, p. 223.
[71] In a memorandum written by Ca.s.sandra.
[72] Other portions of these two letters are quoted in Chapter VI.