Agnes Grey | Page 5

I should like it so much; and I am sure I
could manage delightfully.'
'But, my darling, we could not spare you.' And a tear glistened in his eye as he
added--'No, no! afflicted as we are, surely we are not brought to that pass yet.'
'Oh, no!' said my mother. 'There is no necessity whatever for such a step; it is merely a
whim of her own. So you must hold your tongue, you naughty girl; for, though you are so
ready to leave us, you know very well we cannot part with YOU.'
I was silenced for that day, and for many succeeding ones; but still I did not wholly
relinquish my darling scheme. Mary got her drawing materials, and steadily set to work. I
got mine too; but while I drew, I thought of other things. How delightful it would be to be
a governess! To go out into the world; to enter upon a new life; to act for myself; to
exercise my unused faculties; to try my unknown powers; to earn my own maintenance,
and something to comfort and help my father, mother, and sister, besides exonerating
them from the provision of my food and clothing; to show papa what his little Agnes
could do; to convince mamma and Mary that I was not quite the helpless, thoughtless
being they supposed. And then, how charming to be entrusted with the care and education
of children! Whatever others said, I felt I was fully competent to the task: the clear
remembrance of my own thoughts in early childhood would be a surer guide than the
instructions of the most mature adviser. I had but to turn from my little pupils to myself at
their age, and I should know, at once, how to win their confidence and affections: how to

waken the contrition of the erring; how to embolden the timid and console the afflicted;
how to make Virtue practicable, Instruction desirable, and Religion lovely and
comprehensible.
- Delightful task! To teach the young idea how to shoot!
To train the tender plants, and watch their buds unfolding day by day!
Influenced by so many inducements, I determined still to persevere; though the fear of
displeasing my mother, or distressing my father's feelings, prevented me from resuming
the subject for several days. At length, again, I mentioned it to my mother in private; and,
with some difficulty, got her to promise to assist me with her endeavours. My father's
reluctant consent was next obtained, and then, though Mary still sighed her disapproval,
my dear, kind mother began to look out for a situation for me. She wrote to my father's
relations, and consulted the newspaper advertisements--her own relations she had long
dropped all communication with: a formal interchange of occasional letters was all she
had ever had since her marriage, and she would not at any time have applied to them in a
case of this nature. But so long and so entire had been my parents' seclusion from the
world, that many weeks elapsed before a suitable situation could be procured. At last, to
my great joy, it was decreed that I should take charge of the young family of a certain
Mrs. Bloomfield; whom my kind, prim aunt Grey had known in her youth, and asserted
to be a very nice woman. Her husband was a retired tradesman, who had realized a very
comfortable fortune; but could not be prevailed upon to give a greater salary than
twenty-five pounds to the instructress of his children. I, however, was glad to accept this,
rather than refuse the situation--which my parents were inclined to think the better plan.
But some weeks more were yet to be devoted to preparation. How long, how tedious
those weeks appeared to me! Yet they were happy ones in the main--full of bright hopes
and ardent expectations. With what peculiar pleasure I assisted at the making of my new
clothes, and, subsequently, the packing of my trunks! But there was a feeling of bitterness
mingling with the latter occupation too; and when it was done--when all was ready for
my departure on the morrow, and the last night at home approached--a sudden anguish
seemed to swell my heart. My dear friends looked so sad, and spoke so very kindly, that I
could scarcely keep my eyes from overflowing: but I still affected to be gay. I had taken
my last ramble with Mary on the moors, my last walk in the garden, and round the house;
I had fed, with her, our pet pigeons for the last time--the pretty creatures that we had
tamed to peck their food from our hands: I had given a farewell stroke to all their silky
backs as they crowded in my lap. I had tenderly kissed