Chapter 16
The Family Use Art; Which is Opposed with Still Greater.
WHATEVER might have been Sophia's sensations,
the rest of the family was easily consoled for Mr. Burchell's absence by
the company of our landlord, whose visits now became
more frequent and longer. Though he had been disappointed in
procuring my daughters the amusements of the town as
he designed, he took every opportunity of supplying them with those
little recreations which our retirement would admit of.
He usually came in the morning, and while my son and I followed our
occupations abroad, he sat with the family at home, and
amused them by describing the town, with every part of which he was
particularly acquainted. He could repeat all the observations
that were retailed in the atmosphere of the play-houses, and had all
the good things of the high wits by rote long before
they made their way into the jest-books. The intervals between
conversation were employed in teaching my daughters piquet,
or sometimes in setting my two little ones to box, to make them
sharp, as he called
it: but the hopes of having him for a son-in-law in some
measure blinded us to all his imperfections. It must be owned that my
wife laid a thousand schemes to entrap him; or, to speak
it more tenderly, used every art to magnify the merit of her daughter.
If
the cakes at tea ate short and crisp, they were made
by Olivia; if the gooseberry wine was well knit, the gooseberries were
of
her gathering; it was her fingers which gave the pickles
their peculiar green; and in the composition of a pudding, it was her
judgment that mixed the ingredients. Then the poor woman
would sometimes tell the 'Squire that she thought him and Olivia
extremely of a size, and would bid both stand up to see
which was the tallest. These instances of cunning, which she thought
impenetrable, yet which everybody saw through, were very
pleasing to our benefactor, who gave every day some new proofs
of his passion, which, though they had not arisen to
proposals of marriage, yet we thought fell but little short of it, and
his
slowness we attributed sometimes to native bashfulness,
and sometimes to his fear of offending his uncle. An occurrence,
however, which happened soon after, put it beyond a doubt
that he designed to become one of our family; my wife even
regarded it as an absolute promise.
My wife and daughters happening to return
a visit to neighbor Flamborough's, found that family had lately got their
pictures
drawn by a limner, who travelled
the country and took likenesses for fifteen shillings
a head. As this family and ours had long a sort
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of rivalry in point of taste, our spirit took the alarm
at this stolen march upon us, and notwithstanding all
I could say, and I said much, it was resolved that we
should have our pictures done too. Having, therefore, engaged the
limner-for what could I do?-our next deliberation was
to show the superiority of our taste in the attitudes. As for our neighbor's
family, there were seven of them, and they were drawn
with seven oranges-a thing quite out of taste, no variety in life, no
composition in the world. We desired to have something
in a brighter style, and, after many debates, at length came to a
unanimous resolution of being drawn together in one large
historical family piece. This would be cheaper, since one frame
would serve for all, and it would be infinitely more
genteel; for all families of any taste were now drawn in the same manner.
As
we did not immediately recollect a historical subject
to hit us, we were contented each with being drawn as independent
historical figures. My wife desired to be represented
as Venus, and the painter was desired not to be too frugal of his diamonds
in her stomacher and hair. Her two little ones were to
be as Cupids by her side, while I, in my gown and band, was to present
her with my books on the Whistonian controversy. Olivia
would be drawn as an Amazon, sitting upon a bank of flowers,
dressed in a green Joseph, richly laced with gold, and
a whip in her hand. Sophia was to be a shepherdess, with as many sheep
as the painter could put in for nothing; and Moses was
to be dressed out with a hat and white feather, Our taste
so much pleased the 'Squire that he insisted on being
put in as one of the family in the character of Alexander the Great at
Olivia's feet. This was considered by us all as an indication
of his desire to be introduced into the family, nor could we refuse his
request. The painter was therefore set to work, and,
as he wrought with assiduity and expedition, in less than four days the
whole was completed. The piece was large, and it must
be owned he did not spare his colors; for which my wife gave him great
encomiums. We were all perfectly satisfied with his performance;
but an unfortunate circumstance had not occurred till the
picture was finished, which now struck us with dismay.
It was so very large that we had no place in the house to fix it! How we
all came to disregard so material a point is inconceivable;
but certain it is, we had been all greatly remiss. The picture, therefore,
instead of gratifying our vanity, as we hoped, leaned
in a most mortifying manner against the kitchen wall, where the canvas
was
stretched and painted, much too large to be got through
any of the doors, and the jest of all our neighbors. One compared it to
Robinson Crusoe's long-boat, too large to be removed;
another thought it more resembled a reel in a bottle; some wondered
how it could be got out, but still more were amazed how
it ever got in.
But though it excited the ridicule of some,
it effectually raised more malicious suggestions in many, The 'Squire's
portrait being
found united with ours, was an
honor too great to escape envy. Scandalous whispers began
to circulate at our expense, and our tranquillity was continually
disturbed by persons who came as friends to tell us what
was said of us by enemies. These reports we always resented with
becoming spirit; but scandal ever improves by opposition.
We once again, therefore, entered into a
consultation upon obviating the malice of our enemies, and at last came
to a
resolution which had too much cunning to give me entire
satisfaction.It was this: as our principal object was to discover the
honor of Mr. Thornhill's addresses, my wife undertook
to sound him, by pretending to ask his advice in the choice of a husband
for her eldest daughter. If this was not found sufficient
to induce him to a declaration, it was then resolved to terrify him with
a
rival. To this last step, however, I would by no means
give my consent, till Olivia gave me the most solemn assurances that she
would marry the person provided to rival him upon this
occasion, if he did not prevent it by taking her himself. Such was the
scheme laid, which, though I did not strenuously oppose,
I did not entirely approve.
The next time, therefore that Mr. Thornhill
came to see us, my girls took care to be out of the way, in order to give
their
mamma an opportunity of putting her scheme in execution;
but they only retired to the next room, whence they could overhear
the whole conversation. My wife artfully introduced it,
by observing
that one of the Miss Flamboroughs was like to have a good
match of it in Mr. Spanker. To this the 'Squire assenting, she
proceeded to remark that they who had warm fortunes were
always sure of getting good husbands. "But Heaven help,"
continued she, "the girls that have none! What signifies
beauty, Mr. Thornhill? or what signifies all the virtue, and all the
qualifications in the world, in this age of self-interest?
It is not, what is she? but what has she? is all the cry."
"Madam," returned he, "I highly approve the
justice, as well as the novelty of your remarks, and if I were a king it
should be
otherwise. It should then indeed, be fine times with
the girls without fortunes: our two young ladies should be the first for
whom
I would provide."
"Ah, sir," returned my wife, "you are pleased
to be facetious; but I wish I were a queen, and then I know where my eldest
daughter should look for a husband. But now, that you
have put it into my head, seriously, Mr. Thornhill, can't you recommend
me a proper husband for her? She is now nineteen years
old, well grown and well educated, and, in my humble opinion, does
not want for parts."
"Madam," replied he, "if I were to choose,
I would find out a person possessed of every accomplishment that can make
an
angel happy. One with prudence, fortune, taste, and sincerity;
such, madam, would be, in my opinion, the proper
husband."-"Ay, sir," said she,
"but do you know of any such person?"-"No, madam," returned
he, "it is impossible to know any person that deserves to be
her husband: she's too great a treasure for one man's
possession: she's a goddess. Upon my soul, I speak what I think, she's
an
angel!""Ah, Mr. Thornhill, you only flatter my poor girl;
but we have been thinking of marrying her to one of your tenants,
whose mother is lately dead, and who wants a manager;
you know whom I mean, farmer Williams; a warm man, Mr. Thornhill,
able to give her good bread; and who has several times
made her proposals (which was actually the case) : but sir," concluded
she, "I should be glad to have your approbation of our
choice."-"How! madam," replied he, "my approbation! My approbation
of such a choice! Never! What! sacrifice so much beauty,
and sense, and goodness to a creature insensible of the blessing!
Excuse me, I can never approve of such a piece of injustice!
And I have my reasons!"-"Indeed, sir," cried Deborah, "if you
have your reasons, that's another affair; but I should
be glad to know those reasons!"-"Excuse me, madam," returned he, "they
lie too deep for discovery" (laying his hand upon his
bosom); "they remain buried, riveted here."
After he was gone, upon general consultation,
we could not tell what to make of these fine sentiments. Olivia considered
them
as instances of the most exalted passion; but I was not
quite so sanguine. It seemed to
me pretty plain, that they had more of love than matrimony
in them; yet, whatever they might portend, it was resolved to
prosecute the scheme of Farmer Williams, who, from my
daughter's first appearance in the country, had paid her his addresses.