The same ideas.

I have made my own reflections on the letter you enclosed to me

I have made my own reflections on the letter you enclosed to me, my


Dear Charlotte and I will now tell you what those reflections were.

I reflected that if by this second Marriage Sir George should have a

second family, our fortunes must be considerably diminushed–that if


his Wife should be of an extravagant turn, she would encourage him

to persevere in that gay and Dissipated way of Life to which little

encouragement would be necessary, and which has I fear already proved


but too detrimental to his health and fortune–that she would now become

Mistress of those Jewels which once adorned our Mother, and which Sir

George had always promised us–that if they did not come into


Perthshire I should not be able to gratify my curiosity of beholding my

Mother-in-law and that if they did, Matilda would no longer sit at

the head of her Father’s table–. These my dear Charlotte were the


melancholy reflections which crowded into my imagination after perusing

Susan’s letter to you, and which instantly occurred to Matilda when she

had perused it likewise. The same ideas, the same fears, immediately


occupied her Mind, and I know not which reflection distressed her most,

whether the probable Diminution of our Fortunes, or her own Consequence.

We both wish very much to know whether Lady Lesley is handsome and what


is your opinion of her; as you honour her with the appellation of your

freind, we flatter ourselves that she must be amiable. My Brother is

already in Paris. He intends to quit it in a few Days, and to begin his


route to Italy. He writes in a most chearfull manner, says that the air

of France has greatly recovered both his Health and Spirits; that he has

now entirely ceased to think of Louisa with any degree either of Pity or


Affection, that he even feels himself obliged to her for her Elopement,

as he thinks it very good fun to be single again. By this, you may

perceive that he has entirely regained that chearful Gaiety, and


sprightly Wit, for which he was once so remarkable. When he first became

acquainted with Louisa which was little more than three years ago, he

was one of the most lively, the most agreable young Men of the age–.


I beleive you never yet heard the particulars of his first acquaintance

with her. It commenced at our cousin Colonel Drummond’s; at whose house

in Cumberland he spent the Christmas, in which he attained the age of


two and twenty. Louisa Burton was the Daughter of a distant Relation of

Mrs. Drummond, who dieing a few Months before in extreme poverty, left

his only Child then about eighteen to the protection of any of his

Relations who would protect her. Mrs. Drummond was the only one who

found herself so disposed–Louisa was therefore removed from a miserable

Cottage in Yorkshire to an elegant Mansion in Cumberland, and from

every pecuniary Distress that Poverty could inflict, to every elegant

Enjoyment that Money could purchase–. Louisa was naturally ill-tempered

and Cunning; but she had been taught to disguise her real Disposition,

under the appearance of insinuating Sweetness, by a father who but too

well knew, that to be married, would be the only chance she would

have of not being starved, and who flattered himself that with such

an extroidinary share of personal beauty, joined to a gentleness of

Manners, and an engaging address, she might stand a good chance of

pleasing some young Man who might afford to marry a girl without a

Shilling. Louisa perfectly entered into her father’s schemes and was

determined to forward them with all her care and attention. By dint of

Perseverance and Application, she had at length so thoroughly disguised

her natural disposition under the mask of Innocence, and Softness, as to

impose upon every one who had not by a long and constant intimacy with

her discovered her real Character. Such was Louisa when the hapless

Lesley first beheld her at Drummond-house. His heart which (to use

your favourite comparison) was as delicate as sweet and as tender as a

Whipt-syllabub, could not resist her attractions. In a very few Days,

he was falling in love, shortly after actually fell, and before he had

known her a Month, he had married her. My Father was at first highly

displeased at so hasty and imprudent a connection; but when he found

that they did not mind it, he soon became perfectly reconciled to the

match. The Estate near Aberdeen which my brother possesses by the bounty

of his great Uncle independant of Sir George, was entirely sufficient

to support him and my Sister in Elegance and Ease. For the first

twelvemonth, no one could be happier than Lesley, and no one more

amiable to appearance than Louisa, and so plausibly did she act and

so cautiously behave that tho’ Matilda and I often spent several weeks

together with them, yet we neither of us had any suspicion of her real

Disposition. After the birth of Louisa however, which one would have

thought would have strengthened her regard for Lesley, the mask she had

so long supported was by degrees thrown aside, and as probably she then

thought herself secure in the affection of her Husband (which did indeed

appear if possible augmented by the birth of his Child) she seemed

to take no pains to prevent that affection from ever diminushing. Our

visits therefore to Dunbeath, were now less frequent and by far less

agreable than they used to be. Our absence was however never either

mentioned or lamented by Louisa who in the society of young Danvers

with whom she became acquainted at Aberdeen (he was at one of the

Universities there,) felt infinitely happier than in that of Matilda and

your freind, tho’ there certainly never were pleasanter girls than we

are. You know the sad end of all Chantix cost happiness; I will not

repeat it–. Adeiu my dear Charlotte; although I have not yet mentioned

anything of the matter, I hope you will do me the justice to beleive

that I THINK and FEEL, a great deal for your Sisters affliction. I do

not doubt but that the healthy air of the Bristol downs will intirely

remove it, by erasing from her Mind the remembrance of Henry. I am my

dear Charlotte yrs ever M. L.