I repeated to him minutely every thing that had passed,
and concluded with a solemn declaration that, though treated with
caprice, I was not anxious for myself; no inconvenience or danger
should ever lead me to a pusillanimous behaviour; and I felt only
for my patron, who, with every advantage for happiness, and being
in the highest degree worthy of it, seemed destined to undergo
unmerited distress.
In answer to my communication, Mr. Collins informed me that some
incidents, of a nature similar to that which I related, had fallen
under his own knowledge, and that from the whole he could not help
concluding that our unfortunate patron, was at times disordered in
his intellects. "Alas!" continued he, "it was not always thus!
Ferdinando Falkland was once the gayest of the gay. Not indeed of
that frothy sort, who excite contempt instead of admiration, and
whose levity argues thoughtlessness rather than felicity. His
gaiety was always accompanied with dignity. It was the gaiety of
the hero and the scholar. It was chastened with reflection and
sensibility, and never lost sight either of good taste or humanity.
Such as it was however, it denoted a genuine hilarity of heart,
imparted an inconceivable brilliancy to his company and
conversation, and rendered him the perpetual delight of the
diversified circles he then willingly frequented. You see nothing
of him, my dear Williams, but the ruin of that Falkland who was
courted by sages, and adored by the fair. His youth, distinguished
in its outset by the most unusual promise, is tarnished. His
sensibility is shrunk up and withered by events the most disgustful
to his feelings. His mind was fraught with all the rhapsodies of
visionary honour; and, in his sense, nothing but the grosser part,
the mere shell of Falkland, was capable of surviving the wound that
his pride has sustained."
These reflections of my friend Collins strongly tended to
inflame my curiosity, and I requested him to enter into a more
copious explanation. With this request he readily complied; as
conceiving that whatever delicacy it became him to exercise in
ordinary cases, it would be out of place in my situation; and
thinking it not improbable that Mr. Falkland, but for the
disturbance and inflammation of his mind, would be disposed to a
similar communication. I shall interweave with Mr. Collins's story
various information which I afterwards received from other
quarters, that I may give all possible perspicuity to the series of
events. To avoid confusion in my narrative, I shall drop the person
of Collins, and assume to be myself the historian of our patron. To
the reader it may appear at first sight as if this detail of the
preceding life of Mr. Falkland were foreign to my history. Alas! I
know from bitter experience that it is otherwise. My heart bleeds
at the recollection of his misfortunes, as if they were my own. How
can it fail to do so? To his story the whole fortune of my life was
linked: because he was miserable, my happiness, my name, and my
existence have been irretrievably blasted.
CHAPTER II.
Among the favourite authors of his early years were the heroic
poets of Italy. From them he imbibed the love of chivalry and
romance. He had too much good sense to regret the times of
Charlemagne and Arthur. But, while his imagination was purged by a
certain infusion of philosophy, he conceived that there was in the
manners depicted by these celebrated poets something to imitate, as
well as something to avoid. He believed that nothing was so well
calculated to make men delicate, gallant, and humane, as a temper
perpetually alive to the sentiments of birth and honour. The
opinions he entertained upon these topics were illustrated in his
conduct, which was assiduously conformed to the model of heroism
that his fancy suggested.
With these sentiments he set out upon his travels, at the age at
which the grand tour is usually made; and they were rather
confirmed than shaken by the adventures that befel him. By
inclination he was led to make his longest stay in Italy; and here
he fell into company with several young noblemen whose studies and
principles were congenial to his own. By them he was assiduously
courted, and treated with the most distinguished applause. They
were delighted to meet with a foreigner, who had imbibed all the
peculiarities of the most liberal and honourable among themselves.
Nor was he less favoured and admired by the softer sex. Though his
stature was small, his person had an air of uncommon dignity.
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