The Generous Curate
A moral Tale, setting forth the Advantages of being Generous and a Curate.
In a part little known of the County of Warwick, a very worthy Clergyman lately resided. The income of his living which amounted to about two hundred pound, and the interest of his Wife's fortune which was nothing at all, was entirely sufficient for the Wants and Wishes of a Family who neither wanted or wished for anything beyond what their income afforded them. Mr Williams had been in possession of his living above twenty Years, when this history commences, and his Marriage which had taken place soon after his presentation to it, had made him the father of six very fine Children. The eldest had been placed at the Royal Academy for Seamen at Portsmouth when about thirteen years old, and from thence had been discharged on board of one of the Vessels of a small fleet destined for Newfoundland, where his promising and amiable disposition had procured him many friends among the Natives, and from whence he regularly sent home a large Newfoundland Dog every Month to his family. The second, who was also a Son, had been adopted by a neighbouring Clergyman with the intention of educating him at his own expence, which would have been a very desirable Circumstance had the Gentleman's fortune been equal to his generosity, but as he had nothing to support himself and a very large family but a Curacy of fifty pound a year, Young Williams knew nothing more at the age of 18 than what a twopenny Dame's School in the village could teach him. His Character however was perfectly amiable though his genius might be cramped, and he was addicted to no vice, or ever guilty of any fault beyond what his age and situation rendered perfectly excusable. He had indeed; sometimes been detected in flinging Stones at a Duck or putting brickbats into his Benefactor's bed; but these innocent efforts of wit were considered by that good Man rather as the effects of a lively imagination, than of anything bad in his Nature, and if any punishment were decreed for the offence it was in general no greater than that the Culprit should pick up the Stones or take the brickbats away.
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Ode to Pity
To Miss Austen
The following Ode to Pity is dedicated, from a thorough knowledge of her pitiful Nature, by her obedt humle Servt.
The Author
Ever musing I delight to tread
The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove
Whilst the pale Moon her beams doth shed
On disappointed Love.
While Philomel on airy hawthorn Bush
Sings sweet and Melancholy, And the thrush
Converses with the Dove.
Gently brawling down the turnpike road,
Sweetly noisy falls the Silent Stream—
The Moon emerges from behind a Cloud
And darts upon the Myrtle Grove her beam.
Ah! then what Lovely Scenes appear,
The hut, the Cot, the Grot, and Chapel queer,
And eke the Abbey too a mouldering heap,
Cnceal'd by aged pines her head doth rear
And quite invisible doth take a peep.
June 3d 1793
Juvenilia – Volume II
Table of Contents
Jane Austen
Letter the 1st, Isabel to Laura
Letter the 2nd, Laura to Isabel
Letter the 3rd, Laura to Marianne
Letter the 4th, Laura to Marianne
Letter the 5th, Laura to Marianne
Letter the 6th, Laura to Marianne
Letter the 7th, Laura to Marianne
Letter the 8th, Laura to Marianne in continuation
Letter the 9th, From the same to the same
Letter the 10th, Laura in continuation
Letter the 11th, Laura in continuation
Letter the 12th, Laura in continuation
Letter the 13th, Laura in continuation
Letter the 14th, Laura in continuation
Letter the 15th, Laura in continuation
Letter the 1st, from Miss Margaret Lesley to Miss Charlotte Lutterell
Letter the 2nd, from Miss C. Lutterell to Miss M. Lesley in answer
Letter the 3rd, from Miss Margaret Lesley to Miss C. Lutterell