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he is not impassioned , but impulsive ; and his impulses being always true , lead him to enjoyments as true as the source from which they spring . Nothing can be more different than thid , from the usual " moral" which points our common order of tales , wherein such a being would be represented as the victim of misfortune , the butt of ridicule , and ending in ruin , unless he abjured his errors and studied common-sense . The
following scene introduces him as a child unloved and neglected , and gives a capital sketch of the other members of his family . They are in search of a dwelling-place , the father having failed in business , and left London to find cheapness and retirement . " ' I would end my days here / said my father , as he stood before a small dwelling-house , on one of the sweetest spots in the world , and read the tempting monosyllables ' To let , ' upon aboard erected in front of it .
" * It is too lonely / said my mother . * I think so , said both my sisters . I crowed with delight . " My mother chid me , for I was not a favourite . I was silent ; but I raised my eyes , and looked meaningly into my father ' s face . I longed to say , Be resolute ; this is the place for us . '
" My father opened the garden gate , and walked slowly towards the house . The house stood upon an eminence , commanding a magnificent view ; and my father stopped once or twice , as he ascended the hill , to admire the prospect beneath him . I remember all this , as though it had happened but yesterday . My mother stood at the lower gate , with Arthur and my two sisters . I ran up the hill , beside my father , but he took no notice of me . * Let us live here , ' I whispered ; but he did not hear me . His lips moved slightly , and I thought that he said
' Beautiful !' " It was summer ; the air was warm , the flowers were sweet , and thfe birds were singing . " The tears gushed into my eyes . I was a mere child ; but I was fUll of susceptibility—and I thought that I was unloved . All around me , the earth , the air , the sky , were so full of blessings , that I felt , &jT the first time in my life , a yearning after perfect happiness , and I said to myself , " What avails it that these things are so beautiful , whilst I am
unloved ? ' " * * * " * This Merry-vale appears to me a poor place enough , ' said my mother . " ' Horrid I' cried my sister , Laura , * there is not a shop in the place / " * It seems to be full of shops , ' said my father , drily , * and the market is very well supplied . '
" * I mean milliners' shops , ' replied Laura , who delighted in a little finery , and fancied herself a beauty , which she was not . ** * Nor a library worth subscribing to , ' said Fanny , who was a great wader of trash , which she called * polite literature / a name to which it Wat W wo means entitled . * Jttit at this moment the rattling of carriage-wheels was hfcard , afra Ift tetfe tfcwi % tninute a uraart © quipwre , with three bay horae * and a
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), May 1, 1837, page 291, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1831/page/36/
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