a future evil, that possibly may never happen.
I have this to say in my excuse, that the evil is
of so horrid a nature, I own I feel no philosophy that
could support me under it, and no mountain girl ever
trembled more at one of Whitfield’s pathetic
lectures than I do at the word blindness, though I
know all the fine things that may be said for consolation
in such a case: but I know, also, they would
not operate on my constitution. ‘Why, then’
(say my wise monitors), ’will you persist in
reading or writing seven hours in a day?’ ‘I
am happy while I read and write.’ ’Indeed,
one would suffer a great deal to be happy,’
say the men, sneering; and the ladies wink at each
other, and hold up their fans. A fine lady of
three score had the goodness to add, ’At least,
madam, you should use spectacles; I have used them
myself these twenty years; I was advised to it by a
famous oculist when I was fifteen. I am really
of opinion that they have preserved my sight, notwithstanding
the passion I always had both for reading and drawing.’
This good woman, you must know, is half blind, and
never read a larger volume than a newspaper. I
will not trouble you with the whole conversation,
though it would make an excellent scene in a farce;
but after they had in the best bred way in the world
convinced me that they thought I lied when I talked
of reading without glasses, the foresaid matron obligingly
said she should be very proud to see the writing I
talked of, having heard me say formerly I had no correspondents
but my daughter and Mr. Wortley. She was interrupted
by her sister, who said, simpering, ‘You forgot
Sir J.S.’ I took her up something short,
I confess, and said in a dry stern tone, ’Madam,
I do write to Sir J.S. and will do it as long as he
will permit that honour.’ This rudeness
of mine occasioned a profound silence for some minutes,
and they fell into a good-natured discourse of the
ill consequences of too much application, and remembered
how many apoplexies, gouts, and dropsies had happened
amongst the hard students of their acquaintance.
As I never studied anything in my life, and have always
(at least from fifteen) thought the reputation of
learning a misfortune to a woman, I was resolved to
believe these stories were not meant at me: I
grew silent in my turn, and took up a card that lay
on a table, and amused myself with smoking it over
a candle. In the mean time (as the song says),
’Their tattles all run, as swift
as the sun,
Of who had won, and who was undone
By their gaming and
sitting up late,’
When it was observed I entered into none of these topics, I was addressed by an obliging lady, who pitied my stupidity. ’Indeed, madam, you should buy horses to that fine machine you have at Padua; of what use is it standing in the portico?’ ‘Perhaps,’ said another, wittily, ‘of as much use as a standing dish.’ A gaping schoolboy added with still more wit, ’I have seen at a country gentleman’s table a venison-pasty