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Adeline Mowbray; or, The Mother and Daughter

Chapter 31: END OF ADELINE MOWBRAY.
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The narrative follows a widowed mother and her only daughter, portraying how the mother's fascination with abstract educational and philosophical theories dictates the child's upbringing through inconsistent rules and frequent neglect. The daughter cultivates a love of speculative thought and secret authorship, developing habits of reverie and intellectual pride that distance her from immediate duties and family warmth. Episodes highlight the mother's hypocrisy as professed principles collide with timid, indulgent behavior and erratic household discipline. The work examines education, the perils of theory unmoored from practice, expectations placed on women, and the social and personal consequences that arise when belief is not matched by conduct.

Adeline only laughed at these prejudices, without attempting to confute them; for she knew that Mrs Pemberton's appearance and manners would soon annihilate them. At length she reached the Lawn; and Savanna, who saw her alight, announced her arrival to her mistress, and was commissioned by her to introduce her immediately into the sick chamber.—She did so; but Mrs Pemberton, almost overpowered with joy at the intelligence which awaited her, and ill fortified by Savanna's violent and mixed emotions against the indulgence of her own, begged to compose herself a few moments before she met Adeline: but Savanna was not to be denied; and seizing her hand she led her up to the bedside of the invalid.—Adeline smiled affectionately when she saw her; but Mrs Pemberton started back, and, scarcely staying to take the hand which she offered her, rushed out of the room, to vent in solitude the burst of uncontrollable anguish which the sight of her altered countenance occasioned her.—Alas! her eye had been but too well tutored to read the characters of death in the face, and it was some time before she recovered herself sufficiently to appear before the anxious watchers by the bed of Adeline with that composure which on principle she always endeavoured to display.—At length, however, she re-entered the room, and approaching the poor invalid, kissed in silence her wan flushed cheek.

'I am very different now, my kind friend, to what I was when you first saw me,' said Adeline, faintly smiling.

To the moment when they last met, Adeline had not resolution enough to revert, for then she was mourning by the dead body of Glenmurray.

Mrs Pemberton was silent for a moment; but, making an effort, she replied, 'Thou art now more like what thou wert in mind, when I first met thee at Rosevalley, than when I first saw thee at Richmond. At Rosevalley I beheld thee innocent, at Richmond guilty, and here I see thee penitent, and, I hope, resigned to thy fate.'—She spoke the word resigned with emphasis, and Adeline understood her.

'I am indeed resigned,' replied Adeline in a low voice: 'nay, I feel that I am much favoured in being spared so long. But there is one thing that weighs heavily on my mind; Mary Warner is leading a life of shame, and she told me when I last saw her, that she was corrupted by my precept and example: if so—'

'Set thy conscience at rest on that subject,' interrupted Mrs Pemberton: 'while she lived with me, I discovered, long before she ever saw thee, that she had been known to have been faulty.'

'Oh! what a load have you removed from my mind!' replied Adeline. 'Still it would be more relieved, if you would promise to find her out; and she may be heard of at Mr Langley's chambers in the Temple. Offer her a yearly allowance for life, provided she will quit her present vicious habits; I am sure my mother will gladly fulfil my wishes in this respect.'

'And so will I,' replied Mrs Pemberton. 'Is there any thing else that I can do for thee?'

'Yes: I have two pensioners at Richmond,—a poor young woman, and her orphan boy,—an illegitimate child,' she added, deeply sighing, as she recollected what had interested her in their fate. 'I bequeath them to your care: Savanna knows where they are to be found. And now, all that disturbs my thoughts at this awful moment is, the grief which my poor mother and Savanna will feel;—nay, they will be quite unprepared for it; for they persist to hope still, and I believe that even Dr Norberry allows his wishes to deceive his judgment.'

'They will suffer, indeed!' cried Mrs Pemberton: 'but I give thee my word, that I will never leave thy mother, and that Savanna shall be our joint care.'

'It is enough—I shall now die in peace,' said Adeline; and Mrs Pemberton turned away to meet Mrs Mowbray, who, with Dr Norberry at that moment entered the room. Mrs Mowbray met her, and welcomed her audibly and joyfully: but Mrs Pemberton, aware of the blow which impended over her, vainly endeavoured to utter a congratulation; but throwing herself into Mrs Mowbray's extended arms, she forgot her usual self-command, and sobbed loudly on her bosom.

Dr Norberry gazed at the benevolent Quaker with astonishment. True, she was 'drab-coloured;' but where was the repulsive formality that he had expected? 'This woman can feel like other women, and is as good a hand at a crying-bout as myself.' But Mrs Pemberton did not long give way to so violent an indulgence of her feelings; and gently withdrawing herself from Mrs Mowbray's embrace, she turned to the window, while Mrs Mowbray hastened to the bed-side of Adeline. Mrs Pemberton then turned round again, and, seizing Dr Norberry's hand, which she fervently pressed, said in a faltering voice, 'Would thou couldst save her!'

'And—and can't I? can't I?' replied he, gulping. Mrs Pemberton looked at him with an expression which he could neither mistake nor endure; but muttering in a low tone, 'No! dear, sweet soul! I doubt I can't, I doubt I can't, by the Lord!' he rushed out of the room.

From that moment he never was easy but when he could converse with Mrs Pemberton; for he knew that she, and she only, sympathized in his feelings, as she only knew that Adeline was not likely to recover. The invalid herself observed his attention to her friend, nor could she forbear to rally him on the total disappearance of his prejudices against the fair Quaker; for, such was the influence of Mrs Pemberton's dignified yet winning manners, and such was the respect with which she inspired him, that, if he had his hat on, he always took it off when she entered the room, and never uttered any thing like an oath, without humbly begging her pardon; and he told Adeline, that were all Quakers like Mrs Pemberton, he should be tempted to cry. 'Drab is your only wear.'

Another and another day elapsed, and Adeline still lived.—On the evening of the third day, as she lay half-slumbering with her head on Savanna's arm, and Mrs Mowbray, lulling Editha to sleep on her lap, was watching beside her, glancing her eye alternately with satisfied and silent affection from the child to the mother, whom she thought in a fair way of recovery; while Dr Norberry, stifling an occasional sob, was contemplating the group, and Mrs Pemberton, her hands clasped in each other, seemed lost in devout contemplation, Adeline awoke, and as she gazed on Editha, who was fondly held to Mrs Mowbray's bosom, a smile illumined her sunk countenance. Mrs Mowbray at that moment eagerly and anxiously pressed forward to catch her weak accents, and inquire how she felt. 'I have seen that fond and anxious look before,' she faintly articulated, 'but in happier times! and it assures me that you love me still.'

'Love you still!' replied Mrs Mowbray with passionate fondness:—'never, never were you so dear to me as now!'

Adeline tried to express the joy which flushed her cheek at these words, and lighted up her closing eyes: but she tried in vain. At length she grasped Mrs Mowbray's hand to her lips, and in imperfect accents exclaiming 'I thank thee, blessed Lord!' she laid her head on Savanna's bosom, and expired.

 

END OF ADELINE MOWBRAY.

 


 

TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE

The period spelling has generally been retained along with the often inconsistent hyphenation. Obvious spelling errors (e.g. Patrtick, Diety, solioquy, forigve, loking, pwoerfully) have been silently corrected.

The following additional changes were made to the text (in some of the subtler cases with reference to the 1805 edition) and can be identified in the body of the text by a grey dotted underline:

Adeline was leaning o the arm of a young lady. Adeline was leaning on the arm of a young lady.
little tricks and minauderies little tricks and minaudieres
Adeline, bursting into tears, threw himself into his arms Adeline, bursting into tears, threw herself into his arms
he dreaded to tell her that he could now allow her to call on them he dreaded to tell her that he could not allow her to call on them
the slight favours by which true love is long contended to be fed the slight favours by which true love is long contented to be fed
though I think all they say are true though I think all they say is true
your writing are the lights your writings are the lights
as a author as an author
but in the mildst of it Maynard re-entered but in the midst of it Maynard re-entered
continued to feel his passion continued to feed his passion
He had brought some cakes with the penny which Adeline had given He had bought some cakes with the penny which Adeline had given
who felt even her violet sorrow suspended who felt even her violent sorrow suspended
it was more likely Mr Drury should be mistaken, than Berrendale to be a villain it was more likely Mr Drury should be mistaken, than Berrendale be a villain
Berrendale, (…) scarcely know what to answer Berrendale, (…) scarcely knew what to answer
though near twelve he did not look about eight years old though near twelve he did not look above eight years old
no motive less powerful (…) could have enable her to reach the summit no motive less powerful (…) could have enabled her to reach the summit
for mercy's safe, torture me no more for mercy's sake, torture me no more
she hurried to the door of the chamber, saving she should be ready she hurried to the door of the chamber, saying she should be ready
Po! dear, sweet soul! I doubt I can't No! dear, sweet soul! I doubt I can't