"One thing," answered she, "there is, which I believe might make me happy, but for that I have no inclination: it is an amorous disposition; but that I do not possess. I can make myself no happiness by intrigue."
"I hope not, indeed!" cried I, almost confounded by her extraordinary notions and speeches; "but, surely, there are worthier objects of happiness attainable!"
"No, I believe there are not, and the reason the men are happier than us, is because they are more sensual!"
"I would not think such thoughts," cried I, clasping my hands with an involuntary vehemence, "for worlds!"
The Misses C-- then interrupted us, and seated themselves next to us; but Miss W-- paid them little attention at first, and soon after none at all; but, in a low voice, continued her discourse with me, recurring to the same subject of happiness and misery, upon which, after again a.s.serting the folly of ever hoping for the former, she made this speech,
"There may be, indeed, one moment of happiness, which must be the finding one worthy of exciting a pa.s.sion which one should dare own to himself. That would, indeed, be a moment worth living for! but that can never happen--I am sure not to me--the men are so low, so vicious, so worthless! No, there is not one such to be found!"
What a strange girl! I could do little more than listen to her, from surprise at all she said.
"If, however," she continued, "I had your talents I could, bad as this world is, be happy in it. There is nothing, there is n.o.body I envy like you. With such resources as yours there can never be ennui; the mind may always be employed, and always be gay! Oh, if I could write as you write!"
"Try," cried I, "that is all that is wanting! try, and you will soon do much better things!"
"O no! I have tried, but I cannot succeed."
"Perhaps you are too diffident. But is it possible you can be serious in so dreadful an a.s.sertion as that you are never happy? Are you sure that some real misfortune would not show you that your present misery is imaginary?"
"I don"t know," answered she, looking down, "perhaps it is so,--but in that case "tis a misery so much the harder to be cured."
"You surprise me more and more," cried I; "is it possible you can so rationally see the disease of a disordered imagination, and yet allow it such power over your mind?"
"Yes, for it is the only source from which I draw any shadow of felicity. Sometimes when in the country, I give way to my imagination for whole days, and then I forget the world and its cares, and feel some enjoyment of existence."
"Tell me what is then your notion of felicity? Whither does your castle-building carry you?"
"O, quite out of the world--I know not where, but I am surrounded with sylphs, and I forget everything besides."
"Well, you are a most extraordinary character, indeed; I must confess I have seen nothing like you!"
"I hope, however, I shall find something like myself, and, like the magnet rolling in the dust, attract some metal as I go."
"That you may attract what you please, is of all things the most likely; but if you wait to be happy for a friend resembling yourself, I shall no longer wonder at your despondency."
"Oh!" cried she, raising her eyes in ecstasy, "could I find such a one!--male or female--for s.e.x would be indifferent to me. With such a one I would go to live directly."
I half laughed, but was perplexed in my own mind whether to be sad or merry at such a speech.
"But then," she continued, "after making, should I lose such a friend, I would not survive."
"Not survive?" repeated I, "what can you mean?"
She looked down, but said nothing.
"Surely you cannot mean," said I, very gravely indeed, "to put a violent end to your life."
"I should not," said she, again looking up, "hesitate a moment."
I was quite thunderstruck, and for some time could not say a word; but when I did speak, it was in a style of exhortation so serious and earnest, I am ashamed to write it to you, lest you should think it too much.
She gave me an attention that was even respectful, but when I urged her to tell me by what right she thought herself ent.i.tled to rush unlicensed on eternity, she said, "By the right of believing I shall be extinct." I really felt horror-struck.
"Where, for heaven"s sake," I cried, "where have you picked up such dreadful reasoning?"
"In Hume," said she; "I have read his Essays repeatedly."
"I am sorry to find they have power to do so much mischief; you should not have read them, at least till a man equal to Hume in abilities had answered him. Have you read any more infidel writers?"
"Yes, Bolingbroke, the divinest of all writers."
"And do you read nothing upon the right side?"
"Yes, the bible, till I was sick to death of it, every Sunday evening to my mother."
Have you read Beattie on the Immutability of Truth?"[126]
"No."
"Give me leave then to recommend it to you. After Hume"s Essays you ought to read it. And even for lighter reading, if you were to look at Mason"s "Elegy on Lady Coventry," it might be of no disservice to you."
This was the chief of our conversation, which indeed made an impression upon me I shall not easily get rid of. A young and agreeable infidel is even a shocking sight, and with her romantic, flighty, and unguarded turn of mind, what could happen to her that could give surprise?
BALL-ROOM FLIRTATIONS.
_Friday._--In the evening was the last ball expected to be at Bath this season, and therefore knowing we could go to no other, it was settled we should go to this. Of our party were Mrs. Byron and Augusta, Miss Philips, and Charlotte Lewis.
Mrs. Byron was placed at the upper end of the room by Mr. Tyson, because she is honourable, and her daughter next to her; I, of course, the lowest of our party; but the moment Mr. Tyson had arranged us, Augusta arose, and nothing would satisfy her but taking a seat not only next to but below me; nor could I for my life get the better of the affectionate humility with which she quite supplicated me to be content. She was soon after followed by Captain Brisbane, a young officer who had met her in Spring Gardens, and seemed much struck with her, and was now presented to her by Mr. Tyson for her partner.
Captain Brisbane is a very pretty sort of young man, but did not much enliven us. Soon after I perceived Captain Bouchier, who, after talking some time with Mrs. Thrale, and various parties, made up to us, and upon Augusta"s being called upon to dance a minuet, took her place, and began a very lively sort of chit-chat.
I had, however, no small difficulty to keep him from abusing my friend Augusta. He had once danced with her, and their commerce had not been much to her advantage. I defended her upon the score of her amiable simplicity and unaffected ingenuousness, but I could not have the courage to contradict him when he said he had no notion she was very brilliant by the conversation he had had with her. Augusta, indeed, is nothing less than brilliant: but she is natural, artless, and very affectionate. Just before she went to dance her minuet, upon my admiring her bouquet, which was the most beautiful in the room, she tore from it the only two moss roses in it, and so spoilt it all before her exhibition, merely that I might have the best of it.
Country dances were now preparing, and after a little further chat, Captain Bouchier asked me for the honour of my hand, but I had previously resolved not to dance, and therefore declined his offer. But he took, of the sudden, a fancy to prate with me, and therefore budged not after the refusal.
He told me this was the worst ball for company there had been the whole season; and, with a wicked laugh that was too significant to be misunderstood, said, "And, as you have been to no other, perhaps you will give this for a specimen of a Bath ball!"
He told me he had very lately met with Hannah More, and then mentioned Mrs. Montagu and Mrs. Carter, whence he took occasion to say most high and fine things of the ladies of the present age,--their writings, and talents; and I soon found he had no small reverence for us blue-stockings.
About this time Charlotte,[127] who had confessedly dressed herself for dancing, but whose pretty face had by some means been overlooked, drawled towards us, and asked me why I would not dance?
"I never intended it," said I, "but I hoped to have seen you."