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Chapter 7 I Am Left At Castlewood An Orphan, And Find Most Kind Protectors There

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and when the other troopers or their officers, who were free-spoken over their cups (as was the way of that day, when neither men nor women were over-nice), talked unbecomingly of their amours and gal

who wanted to ask Harry

s and privates were all taken into Dick's confidence, and had the benefit of his verses. And it must be owned likewise that, while Dick was sighing after Saccharissa in London, he had consolations in the country; for there came a wench out of Castlewood village who had washed his linen, and who cried sadly when she heard he was gone: and without paying her bill too, which Harry Esmond took upon himself [pg 072] to discharge by giving the girl a silver pocket-piece, which Scholar Dick had presented to him, when, with many embraces and prayers for his prosperity, Dick parted from him, the garrison of Castlewood being ordered

, remembering the lines out of the Aeneis which Mr. Holt had taught him. There seemed, as the boy thought, in every look or gesture of this fair creature, an angelical softness and bright pity-in motion or repose she seemed gracious alike; the tone of her voice, though she uttered words ever so trivial, gave him a pleasure that amounted almost to anguish. It cannot be called love, that a lad o

made the toast for his tankard at breakfast: hushed the house when he slept in his chair, and watched for a look when he woke. If my lord was not a little proud of his beauty, my lady adored it. She clung to his arm as he paced the terrace, her two fair little hands clasped round his great one; her eyes were never tired of looking in his face and wondering at its perfection. Her little son was his son, and had his father's look and curly brown hair. Her daughter Beatrix was his daughter, and

ight that her face showed any sorrow: and what a joy when he came back! What preparation before his return! The fond creature had his arm-chair at the chimney-sid

gs she did right, [pg 074] from listening to the prayers in the antechamber, he came presently to kneel down with the rest of the household in the parlour; and before a couple of years my lady had made a thorough convert. Indeed, the boy loved his catechizer so much that he would have subscribed to anything she bade him, and was never tired of listening to her fond discourse and simple comments upon the book, which she read to him in a voice of which it was difficult to resist the sweet persuasion and tender appealing kindness. This friendly controversy, and the intimacy which it occasioned, bound the lad more fondly than ever to his mistress. The happiest period of all his life was this; and the young mother, with her daughter and son, and the orphan lad whom she protected,

in which they could not join him. His dear mistress divined his thoughts with her usual jealous watchfulness of affection: began to forebode a time when he would escape from his home-nest; and, at his eager protestations to the contrary, would only sigh and shake her head. Before those fatal decrees in life are execute

; all the high-flown raptures and devotional ceremonies with which his wife, his chief priestess, treated him, first sent him to sleep, and then drove him out of doors; for the truth must be told, that my lord was a jolly gentleman, with very little of the august or divine in his nature, though his fond wife persisted in revering it-and, besides, he had to pay a penalty for this love, which persons of his disposition seldom like to defray: and, in a word, if he had a loving wife, had a very jealous and exacting one. Then he wearied of this jealousy: then he broke away from it; then came, no doubt, complaints and recriminations; then, perhaps, promises of amendment not fulfilled; then upbraidings not the more pleasant because they were silent, and only sad looks a

gry, much too familiarly for any one pretending to sublimity; and did his best to destroy the ceremonial with which his wife chose to surround him. And it required no great conceit on young Esmond's part to see that his own brains were better than his patron's, who, indeed, never assumed any airs of supe

as little as possible of the servility at present exacted by parents from children (under which mask of duty there often lurks indifference, contempt, or rebellion): and as he would have his grandsons believe or represen

orm to perfection-shooting at a mark and flying, breaking horses, riding at the ring, pitching the quoit, playing at all games with great skill. And not only did he do these things well, but he thought he did them to perfection; hence he was often tricked about horses, which he prete

h he did not like to conceal under a periwig, such as almost everybody of that time wore (we have the liberty of our hair back now, but powder and pomatum along with it. When, I wonder, will these monstrous poll-taxes of our age be withdrawn, a

d, and Doctor Tusher to burst out laughing at the proper point, or cry, "Fie, my lord, remember my cloth," but with such a faint show of resistance, that it only provoked my lord further. Lord Castlewood's stories rose by de

whom great licence is allowed. You have had a different nurture, and I trust these things will change as you grow older; not that any fault attaches to my lord, w

in his jolly way, would often joke with her concerning her foible. Comely servant-maids might come for hire, but none were taken at Castlewood. The housekeeper was old; my lady's own waiting-woman squinted, and was marked with the small-pox; the housemaids and scullion were ordinary country wenches, to whom Lady Castlewood was kind, as her nature made her to everybody almost; but as soon as ever she had to do with a pretty woman, she was cold, retiring, and haughty. The country ladies found this fault in her; and though the men all admired her, their wives and daughters comp

inion, that my lady was jealous, and henpecked my lord, put Harry into such a fury, that Harry fell on him, and with such rage, that the other boy, who was

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Contents

Chapter 1 An Account Of The Family Of Esmond Of Castlewood Hall Chapter 2 Relates How Francis, Fourth Viscount, Arrives At Castlewood Chapter 3 Whither In The Time Of Thomas, Third Viscount, I Had Preceded Him As Page To Isabella Chapter 4 I Am Placed Under A Popish Priest And Bred To That Religion.-Viscountess Castlewood Chapter 5 My Superiors Are Engaged In Plots For The Restoration Of King James II Chapter 6 The Issue Of The Plots.-The Death Of Thomas, Third Viscount Of Castlewood; And The Imprisonment Of His Viscountess Chapter 7 I Am Left At Castlewood An Orphan, And Find Most Kind Protectors There Chapter 8 After Good Fortune Comes Evil Chapter 9 I Have The Small-Pox, And Prepare To Leave Castlewood Chapter 10 I Go To Cambridge, And Do But Little Good There Chapter 11 I Come Home For A Holiday To Castlewood, And Find A Skeleton In The House
Chapter 12 My Lord Mohun Comes Among Us For No Good
Chapter 13 My Lord Leaves Us And His Evil Behind Him
Chapter 14 I Am In Prison, And Visited, But Not Consoled There
Chapter 15 I Come To The End Of My Captivity, But Not Of My Trouble
Chapter 16 I Take The Queen's Pay In Quin's Regiment
Chapter 17 Recapitulations
Chapter 18 I Go On The Vigo Bay Expedition, Taste Salt Water And Smell Powder
Chapter 19 The 29th December
Chapter 20 I Am Made Welcome At Walcote
Chapter 21 Family Talk
Chapter 22 I Make The Campaign Of 1704
Chapter 23 An Old Story About A Fool And A Woman
Chapter 24 The Famous Mr. Joseph Addison
Chapter 25 I Get A Company In The Campaign Of 1706
Chapter 26 I Meet An Old Acquaintance In Flanders, And Find My Mother's Grave And My Own Cradle There
Chapter 27 The Campaign Of 1707, 1708
Chapter 28 I Come To An End Of My Battles And Bruises
Chapter 29 I Go Home, And Harp On The Old String
Chapter 30 A Paper Out Of The "Spectator"
Chapter 31 Beatrix's New Suitor
Chapter 32 Mohun Appears For The Last Time In This History
Chapter 33 Poor Beatrix
Chapter 34 I Visit Castlewood Once More
Chapter 35 I Travel To France And Bring Home A Portrait Of Rigaud
Chapter 36 The Original Of The Portrait Comes To England
Chapter 37 We Entertain A Very Distinguished Guest At Kensington
Chapter 38 Our Guest Quits Us As Not Being Hospitable Enough
Chapter 39 A Great Scheme, And Who Balked It
Chapter 40 August 1st, 1714
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