I went down to breakfast, but was so exceedingly oppressed I could not hold up my head, and as soon as I could escape I went to my own room, and laid down till my noon attendance, which I performed with so much difficulty I was obliged to return to the same indulgence the moment I was at liberty.
FROM GRAVE TO GAY.
Down at last I went, slow and wrapped up. I found Mr. Fairly alone in the parlour, reading letters with such intentness that he did not raise his head, and with an air of the deepest dejection. I remained wholly unnoticed a considerable time; but at last he looked up, and with some surprise, but a voice OF of extreme sadness, he said, “Is that Miss Burney? I thought it had been Miss Planta.”
I begged him to read on, and not mind me; and I called for tea. When we had done tea, “See, ma’am,” he cried, “I have brought You ‘Carr,’ and here is a sermon upon the text I mean, when I preach, to choose ‘Keep innocency, and take heed to the thing that is right; for that will bring a man peace at the last.’”
Sincerely I commended his choice; and we had a most solemn discussion of happiness, not such as coincides with gaiety here, but hope of salvation hereafter. His mind has so religious a propensity, that it seems to me, whenever he leaves it to its natural bent, to incline immediately and instinctively to subjects of that holy nature.
Humility, he said, in conclusion, humility was all in all for tranquillity of mind; with that, little was expected and much was borne, and the smallest good was a call for gratitude and content. How could this man be a soldier? Might one not think he was bred in the cloisters?
“Well,” cried he, again taking up the volume of “Carr,”
“I will just sit and read this sermon, and then quietly go home.”