Faust: Wohin soll es nun gehm?
Mephist: Wohin es Dir gefallt.
Wir sehn die kleine, dann die grosse Welt.
"Faust."
(Faust: Whither go now!
Mephist: Whither it pleases thee.
We see the small world, then the great.)
Draw your chair to the fireside, brush clean the hearth, and trim the lights.Oh, home of sleekness, order, substance, comfort!
Oh, excellent thing art thou, Matter of Fact!
It is some time after the date of the last chapter.Here we are, not in moonlit islands or mouldering castles, but in a room twenty-six feet by twenty-two,--well carpeted, well cushioned, solid arm-chairs and eight such bad pictures, in such fine frames, upon the walls! Thomas Mervale, Esq., merchant, of London, you are an enviable dog!
It was the easiest thing in the world for Mervale, on returning from his Continental episode of life, to settle down to his desk,--his heart had been always there.The death of his father gave him, as a birthright, a high position in a respectable though second-rate firm.To make this establishment first-rate was an honourable ambition,--it was his! He had lately married, not entirely for money,--no! he was worldly rather than mercenary.He had no romantic ideas of love; but he was too sensible a man not to know that a wife should be a companion,--not merely a speculation.He did not care for beauty and genius, but he liked health and good temper, and a certain proportion of useful understanding.He chose a wife from his reason, not his heart, and a very good choice he made.Mrs.Mervale was an excellent young woman,--bustling, managing, economical, but affectionate and good.She had a will of her own, but was no shrew.She had a great notion of the rights of a wife, and a strong perception of the qualities that insure comfort.She would never have forgiven her husband, had she found him guilty of the most passing fancy for another; but, in return, she had the most admirable sense of propriety herself.She held in abhorrence all levity, all flirtation, all coquetry,--small vices which often ruin domestic happiness, but which a giddy nature incurs without consideration.But she did not think it right to love a husband over much.She left a surplus of affection, for all her relations, all her friends, some of her acquaintances, and the possibility of a second marriage, should any accident happen to Mr.M.She kept a good table, for it suited their station; and her temper was considered even, though firm; but she could say a sharp thing or two, if Mr.Mervale was not punctual to a moment.She was very particular that he should change his shoes on coming home,--the carpets were new and expensive.She was not sulky, nor passionate,--Heaven bless her for that!--but when displeased she showed it, administered a dignified rebuke, alluded to her own virtues, to her uncle who was an admiral, and to the thirty thousand pounds which she had brought to the object of her choice.But as Mr.Mervale was a good-humoured man, owned his faults, and subscribed to her excellence, the displeasure was soon over.
Every household has its little disagreements, none fewer than that of Mr.and Mrs.Mervale.Mrs.Mervale, without being improperly fond of dress, paid due attention to it.She was never seen out of her chamber with papers in her hair, nor in that worst of dis-illusions,--a morning wrapper.At half-past eight every morning Mrs.Mervale was dressed for the day,--that is, till she re-dressed for dinner,--her stays well laced, her cap prim, her gowns, winter and summer, of a thick, handsome silk.Ladies at that time wore very short waists; so did Mrs.
Mervale.Her morning ornaments were a thick, gold chain, to which was suspended a gold watch,--none of those fragile dwarfs of mechanism that look so pretty and go so ill, but a handsome repeater which chronicled Father Time to a moment; also a mosaic brooch; also a miniature of her uncle, the admiral, set in a bracelet.For the evening she had two handsome sets,--necklace, earrings, and bracelets complete,--one of amethysts, the other topazes.With these, her costume for the most part was a gold-coloured satin and a turban, in which last her picture had been taken.Mrs.Mervale had an aquiline nose, good teeth, fair hair, and light eyelashes, rather a high complexion, what is generally called a fine bust; full cheeks; large useful feet made for walking; large, white hands with filbert nails, on which not a speck of dust had, even in childhood, ever been known to a light.
She looked a little older than she really was; but that might arise from a certain air of dignity and the aforesaid aquiline nose.She generally wore short mittens.She never read any poetry but Goldsmith's and Cowper's.She was not amused by novels, though she had no prejudice against them.She liked a play and a pantomime, with a slight supper afterwards.She did not like concerts nor operas.At the beginning of the winter she selected some book to read, and some piece of work to commence.
The two lasted her till the spring, when, though she continued to work, she left off reading.Her favourite study was history, which she read through the medium of Dr.Goldsmith.Her favourite author in the belles lettres was, of course, Dr.
Johnson.A worthier woman, or one more respected, was not to be found, except in an epitaph!
