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  Not realizing, perhaps, how acutely dangerous a return would prove, or perhaps realizing too well but deciding on it nonetheless, he said goodbye to his wife and crossed to France; but the Reign of Terror was already established. The travesty of legal process, with which the Committee of Public Safety amused itself, was seldom better exhibited than in the case of a friend of the Comte de Feuillide, the Marquise de Marlboeuf. The Committee having discovered that

  certain fields on Madame de Marlboeuf's estate were under hay and sanfoin for her cattle, instead of wheat, pronounced the charge that she had purposely allowed arable land to run to waste with the object of creating a famine. The Comte de Feuillide should have realized that death, without the possibility of reprieve, awaited Madame de Marlboeuf, and that all a friend could do was to encourage

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  her to meet it with fortitude. Instead, he made an effort both futile and disastrous. Knowing that whatever the nature of the evidence it would be sufficient to convict the prisoner, he attempted to bribe the witnesses into bringing none at all. To take the Count's money and expose him to the Committee in the name of the Republic was

  equally the duty and the pleasure of loyal citizens, and on February 12th, 1794, Madame de Marlboeuf and the Comte de Feuillide were executed on one scaffold.

  A sudden death in the family circle is a shock affecting every member in a different manner. This one was made dreadful by every circumstance of terror, distance, the completeness of bereavement.

  The death of the Comte de Feuillide was a trifle in that slaughter-house; it was not of great significance when compared with those ages of callous wickedness which had, in their turn, produced the Revolution; but in the Rectory at Steventon the single death was felt as the whole causes and consequences of the Revolution could never be; and to the end of her life Jane had a horror of France. Within a year of her death, she described someone's coming back from France

  "thinking of the French as one could wish, disappointed in everything."

  Poor Eliza, an orphan and a widow, was doubly dear to them now.

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  THE SUSCEPTIBLE child was surrounded by scenes and people to love, and poured out her affections on family and home, relations, friends, books, fields, and woods. In the neighboring parish of Ashe, the Rector's wife, Mrs. Lefroy, was a great friend of Mr. and Mrs.

  Austen and very kind to Jane, who admired and loved her

  passionately. Mrs. Lefroy, to her eyes, seemed to present the unusual combination of being at the same time very amusing and very good.

  Her manners were most attractive--enthusiastic and sweet; she was also elegant and graceful; with so many charms, Jane thought it wonderfully kind of her to be so encouraging to someone so much younger than herself; she was touched and delighted by Mrs.

  Lefroy's affection for her, and a long time afterwards, among Mrs.

  Lefroy's many attractions, she remembered with an aching heart "her looks of eager love."

  Mrs. Lefroy's husband had a nephew, Tom Lefroy, who often stayed with them, with whom Jane got on most successfully in a flirtatious and light-hearted manner; but, as was natural at this time, her chief friends were girls of her own age; there were Elizabeth, Catherine and Alethea Bigg, who lived with their father and their brother Harrison at Manydown Park. When Jane was old enough to go to

  subscription balls in Basingstoke, she used to be driven over to

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  Manydown to dine, dress and sleep the night. Still more intimate were Martha and Mary Lloyd, the daughters of a widowed lady who rented a house of Mr. Austen's in the next village. Martha and Mary were quiet and pleasant, and to look at them no one would suppose that there had been anything sensational in their family history; actually it contained in the person of their grandmother one of those figures rare in personal experience, a truly wicked and terrifying woman. Mrs. Craven, referred to by her descendants as the cruel Mrs. C., was very beautiful and moved in the first circles, and no one who met her there ever imagined the state of things she had left behind her at home. Her three daughters aroused a streak of morbid cruelty in her, and were subject to shocking ill-treatment: beaten, starved and locked up. When Mrs. Craven was on her round of

  visits, one of them accompanied her as her maid; but on one

  occasion their mother left them all at home, and, profiting by this brief respite, the desperate creatures ran away. With two of them the flight was something in the nature of an elopement; they married a farmer and a horse-dealer respectively; the third was taken in by hospitable relations, and subsequently became the wife of the Rev.

  Mr. Lloyd; on his death she and her daughters came to Deane, and, after a few years, moved some twenty miles away to Ibthorp. On the occasion of this move, Jane made Mary a parting present, which is still in existence. It is described as a very small chintz housewife, furnished with the finest possible variety of needles and thread, the whole rolled up and protected by a little gingham bag. In the

  housewife "a tiny pocket" contains a scrap of paper, on which is written with a crow quill:

  This little bag I hope will prove To be not vainly made,

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  For should you thread and needle want It will afford you aid.

  One of the aspects of Jane Austen's character most frequently dwelt on with surprise and admiration by people who knew her as a

  woman in the height of her achievement, was her unpretending,

  exquisite simplicity; but though the simplicity was artless, it was a development, a quality that grew with the growth of her perfect taste.

  A child, conscious of unusual powers, cannot but be a little awkward with them; it has not discovered the natural outlet for its energy, and will amuse itself with the mere stuff of daily life: will be now one person and now another. Jane was apt to be disconcerting in her behavior at these years, and it was unfortunate that it was just now she should make the first acquaintance with her cousin Phila Walter.

  Jane and Cassandra, with Mr. and Mrs. Austen, stayed a few days with the Walters on their way home from a visit in Kent. Phila thought Cassandra very agreeable; she "kept up" the conversation in a very pleasant manner, and they all thought her very pretty. Jane, said Phila decidedly, was not pretty at all, very much like her brother Henry. (So the likeness noticed by her father the night she was born still persisted.) But as most people thought Henry a very handsome man, this might not, in eyes less severely critical than Phila's, have been a disadvantage. Jane was far from making a good impression altogether; Phila said first that she was "very prim; unlike a girl of twelve"; but in a letter written the next day she said, "Jane is whimsical and affected." In short, one is forced to conclude that on this visit she did not behave as she should. But how much reason she had to appear unlike a girl of twelve may be judged from a glance at something she was writing two years later. Writing was, indeed, her

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  favorite amusement. Cassandra drew and painted, Jane wrote. She practiced the art with such unremitting enthusiasm that, on looking back, she said she wished she had written less and read more

  between the ages of twelve and sixteen. Of what she read, not many titles are known, though a good deal may be gathered as to the type.

  She read simple works in Italian and French as she was learning both those languages, and had a copy of Berquin Ami des Enfants: a

  collection of moral tales for children told in vigorous outline and perspicuous style, of which the one most familiar in English

  translation is "The Three Cakes," in which the characters of three schoolboys are displayed by the way in which each treated the

  present of a large, frosted plum cake. Her bent of mind showed itself in her fondness for history, taught as it then was with the emphasis laid upon the doings of men and women, their characters and

  influence, rather than upon its economic aspects, but a copy of Goldsmith History of England is preserved in which, on the page where he tells of
a man and his wife driven to suicide by the horrors of destitution, she has written in the margin: "How much the poor are to be pitied and the Rich to be Blamed."

  Besides these serious studies there went on in the Rectory a quantity of play- and novel-reading; nor was this confined to the masterpieces of the age.

  The best known of her childish works, and the one which is

  frequently considered the best, is a satire on a popular type of novel, written when she was fourteen years old, entitled Love and Friendship. Since novels began, there has always existed, in a highly thriving state, that kind of novel which is responsible for the idea held by so many people, that novel-reading is a pernicious waste of time. It varies in outward form from generation to generation, but its fundamental characteristics are always the same, and writers of it

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  exist in heretofore unequalled numbers at the present time, though politeness and discretion forbid our pointing any of them out. The surface differences between these books and their eighteenth-century counterparts are great, but the qualities of grotesque and feeble character-drawing, futile conversation and, above all, a pretentious earnestness in the author are strikingly common to both.

  Jane Austen had taken the measure of such writers before she could spell, and she fell upon them with an enthusiastic delight, and with a command of language, an ear for the balance of a sentence, an

  incisive clarity of expression, of such an order that they invest the child's exercise books with a touch of immortality.

  The tearing high spirits which sweep through this sketch of the Adventures of Laura and Sophia, and their lovers Edward and

  Augustus, communicate the writer's enjoyment to the reader in an intoxicating manner: "'My father,' said Edward, 'seduced by the false glare of Fortune and the Deluding Pomp of Title, insisted on my giving my hand to Lady Dorothea. No, never exclaimed I. Lady

  Dorothea is lovely and Engaging; I prefer no woman to her; but know, Sir, that I scorn to marry her in compliance with your Wishes.

  No! Never shall it be said that I obliged my Father!'" The heroine's friend Sophia died from the results of a chill caught by fainting too continuously on damp grass, and expired with the parting caution:

  "One fatal swoon has cost me my Life. . . . Beware of swoons, dear Laura . . . a frenzy fit is not one quarter so pernicious; it is an exercise to the Body and if not too violent, is I daresay, conducive to health in its consequences--Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint----"

  Eliza had said, in describing the attractiveness of Cassandra and Jane: "My heart still gives the preference to Jane,

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  whose kind partiality to me indeed requires a return of the same nature," and this brilliant piece of nonsense is inscribed: "To Madame la Comtesse de Feuillide."

  In the published collection of fragments written between the ages of fourteen and sixteen are the first scenes of two comedies, one of them dedicated to The Reverend George Austen, and Lesley Castle, an unfinished novel in letters, dedicated to Henry; underneath this dedication is a note: Messrs. Demand and Co.--please to pay Jane Austen Spinster the sum of one hundred guineas on account of your humble Servant. H. T. Austen.

  Love and Friendship is perhaps the most remarkable of the extremely youthful pieces; but for sheer wit the first place is held by The History of England, from the reign of Henry the 4th to the death of Charles the 1st, by a partial, prejudiced and ignorant historian; the historian being aged fifteen. This work was dedicated to

  Cassandra and illustrated by her with water-color sketches.

  Of Henry the 6th, the author observes:

  "I cannot say much for this Monarch's sense. Nor would I if I could, for he was a Lancastrian. I suppose you know all about the Wars between him and the Duke of York, who was on the right side; if you do not, you had better read some other History, for I shall not be very diffuse in this, meaning by it only to vent my spleen against, and show my Hatred to all those people and persons whose parties or principles do not suit with mine, and not to give information."

  It is not only that she succeeds, where a child almost never succeeds, in being genuinely witty; but besides having acquired a grasp of the subject itself, she shows in these short paragraphs applied to the various reigns a completely disillusioned attitude to the practice of writing history, at a

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  time when, an ardent schoolgirl, she was passionately interested in the study of it. Henry the 8th's reign might have presented the historian with a tiresome amount of labor, but she says: "It would be an affront to my Readers were I to suppose that they were not as well acquainted with the particulars of this King's reign as I am myself. It will therefore be saving them the task of reading again what they have read before, and myself the trouble of writing what I do not perfectly recollect, by giving only a slight sketch of the principal Events which marked his reign." She asserts that Anne Boleyn's beauty and elegance, taken in conjunction with the King's character, were sufficient proofs of her innocence; and concludes that nothing can be urged in Henry's vindication, except that "his abolishing Religious Houses and leaving them to the ruinous depredations of time, has been of infinite use to the landscape of England in

  general."

  If one had been asked to say with what Queen Jane Austen would have found herself most in sympathy, one would have hazarded

  Queen Elizabeth. It is interesting, therefore, to discover that her heroine was, on the contrary, Mary Queen of Scots. Whether in real life, Jane Austen, even at fifteen, would have had any patience with the lovely but exasperating Mary Stuart, is another question; in imagination, Mary's "beauty and elegance," qualities which always fascinated Jane, and her long-drawn-out distress, made her in Jane's mind an object of devotion, and the passage dealing with her

  misfortunes--by far the longest in the History-is extraordinary in the unchild-like combination of emotion and detachment.

  "O what must this bewitching Princess whose only friend was then the Duke of Norfolk, and whose only ones now Mr. Whitaker, Mrs.

  Lefroy, Mrs. Knight and myself, who was abandoned by her son,

  confined by her Cousin, abused,

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  reproached and vilified by all, what must not her noble mind have suffered when informed that Elizabeth had given orders for her death? Yet she bore it with a most unshaken fortitude, firm in her mind; constant in her Religion; and prepared herself to meet the cruel fate to which she was doomed, with a magnanimity that would alone proceed from conscious Innocence. And yet could you Reader have believed it possible that some hardened and zealous Protestants have even abused her for that steadfastness in the Catholic Religion which reflected on her so much credit? It may not be unnecessary,"

  she adds, "before I entirely conclude my account of this ill-fated Queen, to observe that she had been accused of several crimes

  during the time of her reigning in Scotland, of which I now most seriously do assure my Reader that she was entirely innocent; having never been guilty of anything more than Imprudencies into which she was betrayed by the openness of her Heart, her Youth and her Education. Having I trust by this assurance entirely done away every Suspicion and every doubt which might have arisen in the Reader's mind, from what other Historians have written of her, I shall proceed to mention the remaining events that marked Elizabeth's reign."

  To read these sketches is sometimes to forget that they were written by a child in an exercise book, but one passage recalls the family milieu in which they were produced. In writing of Sir Francis Drake, the sister of Francis Austen observes: "Yet great as he was and justly celebrated as a sailor, I cannot help foreseeing that he will be equalled in this or the next century by one who, tho' now but young, already promises to answer all the ardent and sanguine expectations of his Relations and Friends; among whom I class the amiable lady to whom this work is dedicated and my no less amiable self."

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  A Collection of Letters dedicated t
o Jane Cooper, written at the age of sixteen, contain a "Letter from a Young Lady in Humble Circumstances to her Friend," which though less extraordinarily taking and brilliant in childish charm, shows, naturally enough, the most matured power of anything among the schoolroom pieces, and judged from a purely technical standpoint is perhaps the most

  astonishing item of the whole.

  The writer of the letter, Maria Williams, living in a humble manner with her mother, is taken to the ball in the coach of the odious Lady Greville, who is not only a brutal snob, but takes a perverse pleasure in unkindness, as is seen by her going out of her way to get Maria to the house by a quite unnecessary invitation, merely that she may continue her baiting of a humble acquaintance. Short as the letter is, it is sufficient to display with trenchant clarity the character of the bloated, brazen Lady Greville, her elder daughter, who took after her, the younger daughter, who was gentle and kind, the sensitive but independent little heroine, and her mother, who sympathized with Maria's sufferings at the hands of Lady Greville, but thought the connection too valuable to be allowed to drop. After describing Lady Greville's treatment of her at the ball, Maria says: "The next day while we were at dinner, Lady Greville's Coach stopped at the door, for that is the time of day she generally contrives it should. She sent in a message by the servant to say that 'she should not get out but that Miss Maria must come to the Coach door as she wanted to speak to her, and that she must make haste and come immediately----'