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Ruxton, the intimate friend and correspondent of forty-two years, whose home, Black Castle, was within a long drive of Edgeworthstown. Mrs. Ruxton's three children Richard, Sophy, and Margaret were Maria Edgeworth's dearest companions and friends. The great love which Miss Edgeworth always felt for children was tried and developed to its fullest extent in the ever increasing family circle. Mrs.
'I felt that Honora had judged wisely, and from a thorough knowledge of my character, when she had advised me to marry again. After these observations it is not surprising to hear that Edgeworth became engaged to Elizabeth Sneyd in the autumn of 1780.
"Then, let it be so, for if you judge me by my action only, without bringing any of your own calculations to bear, I will be satisfied with the result." "Miss Edgeworth," began he, changing his tone to one of curious interest and earnestness, "have you a bosom friend?" Honor looked suddenly up at him, and grew serious.
Mr. and Mrs. Edgeworth brought us into the house. The ways go upstairs and downstairs, by winding passages and side gates; a pretty domed staircase starts from the central hall, where stands that old clock-case which Maria wound up when she was over eighty years old. To the right and to the left along the passages were rooms opening from one into another.
Edgeworth, Miss Broadhurst selects from her lovers one who 'unites worth and wit, and then she goes on to quote an old epigram of Mr. Edgeworth's on himself, which concluded with,'There's an Edge to his wit and there's worth in his heart. Mr. 'He wrote one, she wrote another, says Mrs. Edgeworth. 'Are you to be at Lady Clonbrony's gala next week? said Lady Langdale to Mrs.
"I know human nature, miss," said the urchin, pompously; "I have read Miss Edgeworth!!!" He then made an appeal to her candor and good sense. "Now don't you see my friend Mr. Dodd is worth them all put together?" "I can't quite see that." "He is so noble, so kind, so clever." "You must own he is a trifle brusk." "Never.
Last Thursday, jeudi-gras, we dined at two, and were at St. Germain at six, at Madame Campan's, where we had been invited to see some plays acted by her pupils. The little theatre appeared already full when we entered. We stood a few seconds near the door, when Madame Campan cried out from above, "Placez Madame Edgeworth, faites monter Madame et sa compagnie."
Turning from the window, Honor Edgeworth sighed as deep a sigh as if a pain had dwelt within her heart she was telling herself that she must wait and hope, hope and realize, and so when it did not come to-day, she only sighed again as she laid her weary head upon its pillow, and whispered "To-morrow."
The reforms were never carried, though fresh efforts, equally unsuccessful, were made when Pitt became minister. It was in 1786 that Edgeworth had a severe fall from a scaffolding, the result of which was, as his friend Dr Darwin prophesied, an attack of jaundice.
M. Edgeworth put on his pontifical robes, and began to celebrate mass. Clery waited on him, and the King listened, kneeling with the greatest devotion. He then received the communion from the hands of M. Edgeworth, and after mass rose with new vigour, and awaited with composure the moment for going to the scaffold.
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