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“It is ! it is !—it is Miss Lucy Bertram," ejaculated Sampson, “whom by my poor aid you will find perfect in the tongues of France, and Italy, and even of Spain -in reading and writing her vernacular tongue, and in arithmetic and book-keeping by double and single entry. I say nothing of her talents of shaping, and hemming, and governing a household, which, to give every one their due, she acquired not from me, but from the housekeeeper ;-nor do I take merit for her performance upon stringed instruments, whereunto the instructions of an honourable young lady of virtue and modesty, and very facetious withal — Miss Julia Mannering-hath not meanly contributed-Suum cuique tribuito.”
“You, then," said Bertram to his sister, that remains to me! Last night, but more fully this morning, Colonel Mannering gave me an account of our family misfortunes, though without saying I should find my
sister here." “That,” said Lucy, “he left to this gentleman to tell you, -one of the kindest and most faithful of friends, who soothed my father's long sickness, witnessed his dying moments, and amid the heaviest clouds of fortune would not desert his orphan.”
“God bless him for it !” said Bertram, shaking the Dominie's hand; "he deserves the love with which I have always regarded even that dim and imperfect shadow of his
childhood retained." “And God bless you both, my dear children !” said Sampson : “if it had not been for your sake, I would
have been contented (had Heaven's pleasure so been) to lay my
the turf beside my patron.” “But, I trust,” said Bertram, “I am encouraged to hope, we shall all see better days. All our wrongs shall be redressed, since Heaven has sent me means and friends to assert my right.”
“Friends indeed !" echoed the Dominie, “and sent, as you truly say, by Him, to whom I early taught you to look up as the source of all that is good. There is the great Colonel Mannering from the Eastern Indies, a man of war from his birth upwards, but who is not the less a man of great erudition, considering his imperfect opportunities; and there is, moreover, the great advocate Mr. Pleydell, who is also a man of great erudition, but who descendeth to trifles unbeseeming thereof; and there is Mr. Andrew Dinmont, whom I do not understand to have possession of much erudition, but who, like the patriarchs of old, is cunning in that which belongeth to flocks and herds. Lastly, there is even I myself, whose opportunities of collecting erudition, as they have been greater than those of the aforesaid valuable persons, have not, if it becomes me so to speak, been pretermitted by me, in so far as my poor
faculties have enabled me to profit by them. Of a surety, little Harry, we must speedily resume our studies. I will begin from the foundation-yes, I will reform your education upward from the true knowledge of English grammar, even to that of the Hebrew or Chaldaic tongue.”
The reader may observe, that, upon this occasion,
Sampson was infinitely more profuse of words than he had hitherto exhibited himself. The reason was that in recovering his pupil his mind went instantly back to their original connection, and he had, in his confusion of ideas, the strongest desire in the world to resume spelling lessons and half-text with young Bertram. This was the more ridiculous, as towards Lucy he assumed no such powers of tuition. But she had grown up under his eye, and had been gradually emancipated from his government by increase in years and knowledge, and a latent sense of his own inferior tact in manners, whereas his first ideas went to take up Harry pretty nearly where he had left him. From the same feelings of reviving authority, he indulged himself in what was to him a profusion of language ; and as people seldom speak more than usual without exposing themselves, he gave those whom he addressed plainly to understand, that while he deferred implicitly to the opinions and commands, if they chose to impose them, of almost every one whom he met with, it was under an internal conviction, that in the article of e-ru-di-ti-on, as he usually pronounced the word, he was infinitely superior to them all put together. At present, however, this intimation fell upon heedless ears, for the brother and sister were too deeply engaged in asking and receiving intelligence concerning their former fortunes to attend much to the worthy Dominie.
When Colonel Mannering left Bertram, he went to Julia's dressing-room, and dismissed her attendant. “My dear sir," she said as he entered, "you have forgot
our vigils last night, and have hardly allowed me time to comb my hair, although you must be sensible how it stood on end at the various wonders which took place.”
“ It is with the inside of your head that I have some business at present, Julia ; I will return the outside to the care of your Mrs. Mincing in a few minutes.”
“Lord, papa," replied Miss Mannering, “think how entangled all my ideas are, and you to propose to comb them out in a few minutes ! If Mincing were to do so in her department, she would tear half the hair out of
“Well then, tell me,” said the Colonel, “where the entanglement lies, which I will try to extricate with due gentleness?"
“O, everywhere,” said the young lady—“the whole is a wild dream."
“Well then, I will try to unriddle it.”—He gave a brief sketch of the fate and prospects of Bertram, to which Julia listened with an interest which she in vain endeavoured to disguise—“Well,” concluded her father, are your ideas on the subject more luminous ?”
“More confused than ever, my dear sir,” said Julia -“Here is this young man come from India, after he had been supposed dead, like Aboulfouaris, the great voyager, to his sister Canzade and his provident brother Hour. I am wrong in the story, I believe-Canzade was his wife—but Lucy may represent the one, and the Dominie the other. And then this lively crack-brained
Scotch lawyer appears like a pantomime at the end of a tragedy-And then how delightful it will be if Lucy gets back her fortune !"
“Now I think,” said the Colonel, “ that the most mysterious part of the business is, that Miss Julia Mannering, who must have known her father's anxiety about the fate of this young man Brown, or Bertram, as we must now call him, should have met him when Hazlewood's accident took place, and never once mentioned to her father a word of the matter, but suffered the search to proceed against this young gentleman as a suspicious character and assassin.”
Julia, much of whose courage had been hastily assumed to meet the interview with her father, was now unable to rally herself ; she hung down her head in silence, after in vain attempting to utter a denial that she recollected Brown when she met him.
“No answer !-Well, Julia," continued her father, gravely but kindly, "allow me to ask you, is this the only time you have seen Brown since his return from India ?—Still no answer.
I must then naturally suppose that it is not the first time-Still no reply. Julia Mannering, will you have the kindness to answer me? Was it this young man who came under your window and conversed with you during your residence at Mervyn-Hall! Julia, I command-I entreat you to be candid.”
Miss Mannering raised her head. “I have been, sir-I believe I am still very foolish ;—and it is perhaps more hard upon me that I must meet this gen