The Mothers Recompense, Volume I. | Page 8

be no control, no reserve; if there be the
least appearance of either, you will inflict more pain on my heart than
from your infancy you have ever done, for I shall think my own

counsels have alienated from me the confidence of my child."
I never shall forget the impressive sadness with which she spoke these
words, dearest Mary, and clinging to her, I declared and with truth, as
long as I might speak and think and feel without control when with her,
I would be all, all she wished in society--that I never could be
unhappy,--and to be reserved with her, I felt sure I never, never could.
She embraced me with the utmost tenderness, and banished all my
remaining sadness by the earnest assurance that she believed me.
What a long letter have I written to you, my dearest friend; will you not
say I have atoned for my long silence? If I have not atoned to you, I
have at least gratified myself; for you know not how very often I
longed, after such conversations as I have recounted, to sit down and
write them all to you, as I had promised, when I could no longer tell in
speech all my kind mother's instructions.
I do not make any apology for writing so much of her and myself, for I
know to you it is unnecessary. I tried to write all she said, that you may
benefit by it likewise, and in doing so I assure you I give you the
sincerest proof of my affection; for to no one but my own Mary have I
thus related the precious conversations I had alone with mamma. I
know no one but you whom I deem worthy of them. How I wish in
return you could solve a riddle for me. Why do I fear mamma so much,
when I love her so very dearly? When I do or even think anything that
my conscience tells me is wrong, or at least not right, I absolutely
tremble when I meet her eye, though she may know nothing for which
to condemn me. I have never heard her voice in anger, but its sorrowful
tones are far more terrible. I think sometimes, if I had been in Ellen's
place eighteen months ago, I should have been as ill from fear alone, as
she was from a variety of emotions, poor girl. Yet why should I feel
thus? Caroline does not even understand me when I speak of such an
emotion. She says she is always very sorry when she has displeased
mamma; but fear is to her unknown--we two certainly are complete
opposites. I think Ellen's character resembles mine much more than my
sister's does. But you will like to know how my time of probation is
thus shortened. For I should have kept my resolution and waited the six

months, pain as it was, but one day about a week ago, mamma chanced
to enter our study at the very instant that the poor man who so politely
believed Mademoiselle Emmeline was too ill to appreciate his lessons
was praising me up to the skies for my progress; that same day Signor
Rozzi had informed mamma, with all the enthusiasm of his nation, that
he was delighted to teach a young lady who took such pleasure in the
study of poetry, and so capable of appreciating the beauties of the
Italian poets. "In truth, madam," he said, "she should be a poet herself,
and the Temple of the Muses graced with her presence." There's for
you, Mary! But jokes apart, I do love Italian; it is, it must be the natural
language of poetry; the sentiments are so exquisitely lovely, the
language, the words, as if framed to receive them--music dwells in
every line. Petrarch, Tasso, Dante, all are open to me now, and I
luxuriate even in the anticipation of the last,--but how I am digressing.
That night mamma followed me to my room, as I retired to bed, and
smiling, almost laughing, at the half terror of my countenance
expressed, for I fancied she had come to reprove the wild spirits I had
indulged in throughout the day, she said, "Is not this little head half
turned with the flattery it has received to-day?"
"No," I instantly replied. "It is only the approbation of one or two that
can put me in any danger of such a misfortune."
"Indeed," she answered, again smiling; "I fancied it was the fine
speeches you had been hearing to-day that had excited such high spirits,
but I am glad it is not; otherwise, I might have hesitated to express
what I came here to do--my approbation of my Emmeline's conduct the
last few months."
I felt my colour rising to