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describe it to you ridiculously enough. It looked as if it had beenformerly inhabited by a gentleman. Here was room enough, and not theless room on account of the furniture; for indeed there was verylittle in it. An old woman, who seemed coeval with the building, andgreatly resembled her whom Chamont mentions in the Orphan, received usat the gate, and in a howl scarce human, and to me unintelligible,welcomed her master home. In short, the whole scene was so gloomy andmelancholy, that it threw my spirits into the lowest dejection; whichmy husband discerning, instead of relieving, encreased by two or threemalicious observations. `There are good houses, madam,' says he, `asyou find, in other places besides England; but perhaps you had ratherbe in a dirty lodgings at Bath.'"Happy, my dear, is the woman who, in any state of life, hath acheerful good-natured companion to support and comfort her! But why doI reflect on happy situations only to aggravate my own misery? mycompanion, far from clearing up the gloom of solitude, soon convincedme that I must have been wretched with him in any place, and in anycondition. In a word, he was a surly fellow, a character perhaps youhave never seen; for, indeed, no woman ever sees it exemplified but ina father, a brother, or a husband; and, though you have a father, heis not of that character. This surly fellow had formerly appeared tome the very reverse, and so he did still to every other person. Goodheaven! how is it possible for a man to maintain a constant lie in hisappearance abroad and in company, and to content himself with shewingdisagreeable truth only at home? Here, my dear, they make themselvesamends for the uneasy restraint which they put on their tempers in theworld; for I have observed, the more merry and gay and good-humouredmy husband hath at any time been in company, the more sullen andmorose he was sure to become at our next private meeting. How shall Idescribe his barbarity? To my fondness he was cold and insensible. Mylittle comical ways, which you, my Sophy, and which others, havecalled so agreeable, he treated with contempt. In my most seriousmoments he sung and whistled; and whenever I was thoroughly dejectedand miserable he was angry, and abused me: for, though he was neverpleased with my good-humour, nor ascribed it to my satisfaction inhim, yet my low spirits always offended him, and those he imputed tomy repentance of having (as he said) married an Irishman."You will easily conceive, my dear Graveairs (I ask your pardon, Ireally forgot myself), that, when a woman makes an imprudent match inthe sense of the world, that is, when she is not an arrant prostituteto pecuniary interest, she must necessarily have some inclination andaffection for her man. You will as easily believe that this affectionmay possibly be lessened; nay, I do assure you, contempt will whollyeradicate it. This contempt I now began to entertain for my husband,whom I now discovered to be--I must use the expression--an arrantblockhead. Perhaps you will wonder I did not make this discovery longbefore; but women will suggest a thousand excuses to themselves forthe folly of those they like: besides, give me leave to tell you, itrequires a most penetrating eye to discern a fool through thedisguises of gaiety and good breeding."It will be easily imagined that, when I once despised my husband, asI confess to you I soon did, I must consequently dislike his company;and indeed I had the happiness of being very little troubled with it;for our house was now most elegantly furnished, our cellars wellstocked, and dogs and horses provided in great abundance. As mygentleman therefore entertained his neighbours with great hospitality,so his neighbours resorted to him with great alacrity; and sports and