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A Memoir of Jane Austen

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48 A very old Letter

& sist r Childe & all my dear cozens. When you see my Lady

Worster & cozen Howlands pray present th m my most humble

service.’

This letter shows that the wealth acquired by trade was already

manifesting itself in contrast with the straitened circumstances of

some of the nobility. Mary Brydges’s ‘poor ffather,’ in whose

household economy was necessary, was the King of England’s

ambassador at Constantinople; the grandmother, who lived in

‘great plenty and splendour,’ was the widow of a Turkey merchant.°

But then, as now, it would seem, rank had the power of

attracting and absorbing wealth.

At Ashe also Jane became acquainted with a member of the

Lefroy family, who was still living when I began these memoirs, a

few months ago; the Right Hon. Thomas Lefroy, late Chief Justice

of Ireland.° One must look back more than seventy years to

reach the time when these two bright young persons were, for a

short time, intimately acquainted with each other, and then separated

on their several courses, never to meet again; both destined

to attain some distinction in their different ways, one to survive

the other for more than half a century, yet in his extreme old age

to remember and speak, as he sometimes did, of his former companion,

as one to be much admired, and not easily forgotten by

those who had ever known her.

Mrs. Lefroy herself was a remarkable person. Her rare

endowments of goodness, talents, graceful person, and engaging

manners, were sufficient to secure her a prominent place in any

society into which she was thrown; while her enthusiastic eagerness

of disposition rendered her especially attractive to a clever

and lively girl. She was killed by a fall from her horse on Jane’s

birthday, Dec. 16, 1804. The following lines to her memory were

written by Jane four years afterwards, when she was thirty-three

years old. They are given, not for their merits as poetry, but to

show how deep and lasting was the impression made by the elder

friend on the mind of the younger:––

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