LEt.i.tIA. Was he never in this city?
CHARLOTTE. Never nearer than Harlem Heights, where he lay with his regiment.
LEt.i.tIA. What sort of a being is this brother of yours? If he is as chatty, as pretty, as sprightly as you, half the belles in the city will be pulling caps for him.
CHARLOTTE. My brother is the very counterpart and reverse of me: I am gay, he is grave; I am airy, he is solid; I am ever selecting the most pleasing objects for my laughter, he has a tear for every pitiful one.
And thus, whilst he is plucking the briars and thorns from the path of the unfortunate, I am strewing my own path with roses.
LEt.i.tIA. My sweet friend, not quite so poetical, and a little more particular.
CHARLOTTE. Hands off, Let.i.tia. I feel the rage of simile upon me; I can"t talk to you in any other way. My brother has a heart replete with the n.o.blest sentiments, but then, it is like--it is like--Oh! you provoking girl, you have deranged all my ideas--it is like--Oh! I have it--his heart is like an old maiden lady"s band-box; it contains many costly things, arranged with the most scrupulous nicety, yet the misfortune is that they are too delicate, costly, and antiquated for common use.
LEt.i.tIA. By what I can pick out of your flowery description, your brother is no beau.
CHARLOTTE. No, indeed; he makes no pretension to the character. He"d ride, or rather fly, an hundred miles to relieve a distressed object, or to do a gallant act in the service of his country; but, should you drop your fan or bouquet in his presence, it is ten to one that some beau at the farther end of the room would have the honour of presenting it to you before he had observed that it fell. I"ll tell you one of his antiquated, anti-gallant notions. He said once in my presence, in a room full of company,--would you believe it?--in a large circle of ladies, that the best evidence a gentleman could give a young lady of his respect and affection was to endeavour in a friendly manner to rectify her foibles. I protest I was crimson to the eyes, upon reflecting that I was known as his sister.
LEt.i.tIA. Insupportable creature! tell a lady of her faults! If he is so grave, I fear I have no chance of captivating him.
CHARLOTTE. [His conversation is like a rich, old-fashioned brocade,--it will stand alone; every sentence is a sentiment. Now you may judge what a time I had with him, in my twelve months" visit to my father. He read me such lectures, out of pure brotherly affection, against the extremes of fashion, dress, flirting, and coquetry, and all the other dear things which he knows I dote upon, that I protest his conversation made me as melancholy as if I had been at church; and, heaven knows, though I never prayed to go there but on one occasion, yet I would have exchanged his conversation for a psalm and a sermon. Church is rather melancholy, to be sure; but then I can ogle the beaux, and be regaled with "here endeth the first lesson," but his brotherly _here_, you would think had no end.] You captivate him! Why, my dear, he would as soon fall in love with a box of Italian flowers. There is Maria, now, if she were not engaged, she might do something. Oh! how I should like to see that pair of pensorosos together, looking as grave as two sailors" wives of a stormy night, with a flow of sentiment meandering through their conversation like purling streams in modern poetry.
LEt.i.tIA. Oh! my dear fanciful--
CHARLOTTE. Hush! I hear some person coming through the entry.
_Enter SERVANT._
SERVANT. Madam, there"s a gentleman below who calls himself Colonel Manly; do you choose to be at home?
CHARLOTTE. Shew him in. [_Exit SERVANT._] Now for a sober face.
_Enter COLONEL MANLY._
MANLY. My dear Charlotte, I am happy that I once more enfold you within the arms of fraternal affection. I know you are going to ask (amiable impatience!) how our parents do,--the venerable pair transmit you their blessing by me--they totter on the verge of a well-spent life, and wish only to see their children settled in the world, to depart in peace.
CHARLOTTE. I am very happy to hear that they are well. [_Coolly._]
Brother, will you give me leave to introduce you to our uncle"s ward, one of my most intimate friends?
MANLY [_Saluting LEt.i.tIA._]. I ought to regard your friends as my own.
CHARLOTTE. Come, Let.i.tia, do give us a little dash of your vivacity; my brother is so sentimental and so grave, that I protest he"ll give us the vapours.
MANLY. Though sentiment and gravity, I know, are banished the polite world, yet I hoped they might find some countenance in the meeting of such near connections as brother and sister.
CHARLOTTE. Positively, brother, if you go one step further in this strain, you will set me crying, and that, you know, would spoil my eyes; and then I should never get the husband which our good papa and mamma have so kindly wished me--never be established in the world.
MANLY. Forgive me, my sister,--I am no enemy to mirth; I love your sprightliness; and I hope it will one day enliven the hours of some worthy man; but when I mention the respectable authors of my existence,--the cherishers and protectors of my helpless infancy, whose hearts glow with such fondness and attachment that they would willingly lay down their lives for my welfare,--you will excuse me if I am so unfashionable as to speak of them with some degree of respect and reverence.
CHARLOTTE. Well, well, brother; if you won"t be gay, we"ll not differ; I will be as grave as you wish. [_Affects gravity._]
And so, brother, you have come to the city to exchange some of your commutation notes for a little pleasure.
MANLY. Indeed you are mistaken; my errand is not of amus.e.m.e.nt, but business; and as I neither drink nor game, my expences will be so trivial, I shall have no occasion to sell my notes.
CHARLOTTE. Then you won"t have occasion to do a very good thing. Why, here was the Vermont General--he came down some time since, sold all his musty notes at one stroke, and then laid the cash out in trinkets for his dear f.a.n.n.y. I want a dozen pretty things myself; have you got the notes with you?
MANLY. I shall be ever willing to contribute, as far as it is in my power, to adorn or in any way to please my sister; yet I hope I shall never be obliged for this to sell my notes. I may be romantic, but I preserve them as a sacred deposit. Their full amount is justly due to me, but as embarra.s.sments, the natural consequences of a long war, disable my country from supporting its credit, I shall wait with patience until it is rich enough to discharge them. If that is not in my day, they shall be transmitted as an honourable certificate to posterity, that I have humbly imitated our ill.u.s.trious WASHINGTON, in having exposed my health and life in the service of my country, without reaping any other reward than the glory of conquering in so arduous a contest.
CHARLOTTE. Well said heroics. Why, my dear Henry, you have such a lofty way of saying things, that I protest I almost tremble at the thought of introducing you to the polite circles in the city. The belles would think you were a player run mad, with your head filled with old sc.r.a.ps of tragedy; and, as to the beaux, they might admire, because they would not understand you. But, however, I must, I believe, venture to introduce you to two or three ladies of my acquaintance.
LEt.i.tIA. And that will make him acquainted with thirty or forty beaux.
CHARLOTTE. Oh! brother, you don"t know what a fund of happiness you have in store.
MANLY. I fear, sister, I have not refinement sufficient to enjoy it.
CHARLOTTE. Oh! you cannot fail being pleased.
LEt.i.tIA. Our ladies are so delicate and dressy.
CHARLOTTE. And our beaux so dressy and delicate.
LEt.i.tIA. Our ladies chat and flirt so agreeably.
CHARLOTTE. And our beaux simper and bow so gracefully.
LEt.i.tIA. With their hair so trim and neat.
CHARLOTTE. And their faces so soft and sleek.
LEt.i.tIA. Their buckles so tonish and bright.
CHARLOTTE. And their hands so slender and white.
LEt.i.tIA. I vow, Charlotte, we are quite poetical.
CHARLOTTE. And then, brother, the faces of the beaux are of such a lily-white hue! None of that horrid robustness of const.i.tution, that vulgar corn-fed glow of health, which can only serve to alarm an unmarried lady with apprehensions, and prove a melancholy memento to a married one, that she can never hope for the happiness of being a widow.
I will say this to the credit of our city beaux, that such is the delicacy of their complexion, dress, and address, that, even had I no reliance upon the honour of the dear Adonises, I would trust myself in any possible situation with them, without the least apprehensions of rudeness.
MANLY. Sister Charlotte!
CHARLOTTE. Now, now, now, brother [_Interrupting him._], now don"t go to spoil my mirth with a dash of your gravity, I am so glad to see you, I am in tiptop spirits. Oh! that you could be with us at a little snug party. There is Billy Simper, Jack Chaffe, and Colonel Van t.i.tter, Miss Promonade, and the two Miss Tambours, sometimes make a party, with some other ladies, in a side-box, at the play. Everything is conducted with such decorum,--first we bow round to the company in general, then to each one in particular, then we have so many inquiries after each other"s health, and we are so happy to meet each other, and it is so many ages since we last had that pleasure, [and if a married lady is in company, we have such a sweet dissertation upon her son Bobby"s chin-cough;] then the curtain rises, then our sensibility is all awake, and then, by the mere force of apprehension, we torture some harmless expression into a double meaning, which the poor author never dreamt of, and then we have recourse to our fans, and then we blush, and then the gentlemen jog one another, peep under the fan, and make the prettiest remarks; and then we giggle and they simper, and they giggle and we simper, and then the curtain drops, and then for nuts and oranges, and then we bow, and it"s Pray, ma"am, take it, and Pray, sir, keep it, and, Oh! not for the world, sir; and then the curtain rises again, and then we blush and giggle and simper and bow all over again. Oh! the sentimental charms of a side-box conversation! [_All laugh._]
MANLY. Well, sister, I join heartily with you in the laugh; for, in my opinion, it is as justifiable to laugh at folly as it is reprehensible to ridicule misfortune.
CHARLOTTE. Well, but, brother, positively I can"t introduce you in these clothes: why, your coat looks as if it were calculated for the vulgar purpose of keeping yourself comfortable.
MANLY. This coat was my regimental coat in the late war. The public tumults of our state have induced me to buckle on the sword in support of that government which I once fought to establish. I can only say, sister, that there was a time when this coat was respectable, and some people even thought that those men who had endured so many winter campaigns in the service of their country, without bread, clothing, or pay, at least deserved that the poverty of their appearance should not be ridiculed.
CHARLOTTE. We agree in opinion entirely, brother, though it would not have done for me to have said it: it is the coat makes the man respectable. In the time of the war, when we were almost frightened to death, why, your coat was respectable, that is, fashionable; now another kind of coat is fashionable, that is, respectable. And, pray, direct the tailor to make yours the height of the fashion.