Thursday, February 28, 2008

Miss Jane Day

This is part of the discussion between Anne and Harville on whether man or woman loves longest.I like this scene and Wentworth's letter as it gives a man's view of love.

"Look here," said he, unfolding a parcel in his hand, and displaying a small miniature painting; "do you know who that is?"

"Certainly: Captain Benwick."

"Yes, and you may guess who it is for. But" (in a deep tone) "it was not done for her. Miss Elliot, do you remember our walking together at Lyme, and grieving for him? I little thought then -- but no matter. This was drawn at the Cape. He met with a clever young German artist at the Cape, and in compliance with a promise to my poor sister, sat to him, and was bringing it home for her; And I have now the charge of getting it properly set for another! It was a commission to me! But who else was there to employ? I hope I can allow for him. I am not sorry, indeed, to make it over to another. He undertakes it" (looking towards Captain Wentworth); "he is writing about it now." And with a quivering lip he wound up the whole by adding, "Poor Fanny! she would not have forgotten him so soon!"

"No," replied Anne, in a low, feeling voice, "that, I can easily believe."

"It was not in her nature. She doated on him."

"It would not be the nature of any woman who truly loved."

Captain Harville smiled, as much as to say, "Do you claim that for your sex?" and she answered the question, smiling also, "Yes. We certainly do not forget you so soon as you forget us. It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit. We cannot help ourselves. We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us. You are forced on exertion. You have always a profession, pursuits, business of some sort or other, to take you back into the world immediately, and continual occupation and change soon weaken impressions."

"Ah!" cried Captain Harville, in a tone of strong feeling, "if I could but make you comprehend what a man suffers when he takes a last look at his wife and children, and watches the boat that he has sent them off in, as long as it is in sight, and then turns away and says, 'God knows whether we ever meet again!' And then, if I could convey to you the glow of his soul when he does see them again; when, coming back after a twelvemonth's absence, perhaps, and obliged to put into another port, he calculates how soon it be possible to get them there, pretending to deceive himself, and saying, 'They cannot be here till such a day,' but all the while hoping for them twelve hours sooner, and seeing them arrive at last, as if Heaven had given them wings, by many hours sooner still! If I could explain to you all this, and all that a man can bear and do, and glories to do, for the sake of these treasures of his existence! I speak, you know, only of such men as have hearts!" pressing his own with emotion.

"Oh!" cried Anne eagerly, "I hope I do justice to all that is felt by you, and by those who resemble you. God forbid that I should undervalue the warm and faithful feelings of any of my fellow-creatures! I should deserve utter contempt if I dared to suppose that true attachment and constancy were known only by woman. No, I believe you capable of everything great and good in your married lives. I believe you equal to every important exertion, and to every domestic forbearance, so long as -- if I may be allowed the expression, so long as you have an object. I mean while the woman you love lives, and lives for you. All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one: you need not covet it), is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone!"

The revolution which one instant had made in Anne was almost beyond expression. The letter, with a direction hardly legible, to "Miss A. E -- ," was evidently the one which he had been folding so hastily. While supposed to be writing only to Captain Benwick, he had been also addressing her! On the contents of that letter depended all which this world could do for her. Anything was possible, anything might be defied rather than suspense. Mrs. Musgrove had little arrangements of her own at her own table; to their protection she must trust, and, sinking into the chair which he had occupied, succeeding to the very spot where he had leaned and written, her eyes devoured the following words --

"I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in
F. W."
"I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house this evening or never."

The idea of a weekly series of quotes/scenes from Jane Austen came from Ana at

Saturday, February 16, 2008


The rules for this meme are: (1) Link to the person that tagged you. (2) Post the rules on your blog. (3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself. (4) Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs. (5) Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

I was tagged by Ana at

1) I'm left-handed.

2) When I eat a grilled cheese sandwich I usually eat the crust around the bread first.

3) I like drinking tea.

4) A Jane Austen fan.

5) A fan of 19th century-espically Regency and Civil War era's- dresses and bonnets/hats.

6) When I will have a special dessert at night like dark chocolate or brownie and a coke I like to watch a favourite movie or I feel like the dessert is being wasted.

Friday, February 1, 2008

Let's Take An Old-Fashioned Walk

Let's take an old-fashioned walk,
I'm just burstin' with talk.
What a tale could be told, if we went for
An old-fashioned walk!

Let's take a stroll thru the park,
Down a lane where it's dark,
And a heart that's controlled, may relax on
An old-fashioned walk!

I know, for a couple who seem to be miles apart,
There's nothin' like walkin' and having a heart to heart.
I know a girl who declined, couldn't make up her mind,
She was wrapped up an' sold, comin' home from
An old-fashioned walk!

Some couples go for a buggy ride,
When they start caring a lot!
Others will bicycle side by side,
Out to some romantic spot!
Some take a ride on a bus,
But that would not do for us . . .

Let's take an old-fashioned walk,
I'm just burstin' with talk.
What a tale could be told, if we went for
An old-fashioned walk!

Let's take a stroll thru the park,
Down a lane where it's dark . . .
And a heart that's controlled, may relax on
An old-fashioned walk!

This song was written by Irving Berlin in 1949.The song title made me think of a Jane Austen movie.Courting couples going for long walks in the countryside getting to know each other.The lady holding the gentleman's arm.Long dresses and bonnets.I guess I have a romantic nature.