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“Oh! how I envy the man whose mind is not racked like mine, but who from the bosom of his family, and in the homely garb of his six days' labour, comes forth on Sunday clean, happy in face, free in mind from lessons of subtile enquiry, to hear and believe every dogma this preacher thunders. out. The satisfaction which the truths or errors these country-people have heard, the peace they produce in their hearts, and the moral influence they have on their conduct, I covet, but cannot enjoy. I am not blessed with the same simplicity and facility to credit the ever varying, contradictory, repugnant themes of the Calvinist, to whom what he advances, and at my peril bids me reject, is, I presume, as incomprehensible as it is to hapless me, whose difficulty to admit impossibilities subjects to pyrrhonism and the odious character of heretic and unbe
liever of the most holy and Christian church of St. Peter, and his vicar at Rome. I must return to the bosom of the holy Gospel, and the Catholic church, and the mass, and the sacraments of the religion of the pious Fenelon ; but to do this I must return to France, and leave these deluded Calvinists to perish with my property. I have been too prolific; but you are my pastor, my confessor, and I look for your merciful forgiveness for the errors of my life. Adieu, I embrace you as my father, I kneel as your son, your unhappy son; pray for
safe arrival to your arms.
L. VILLEJUIVE. “ To the Rev. M. M.V., St. Omer.”
This letter Andrew Gillies brought to Levingstone; and the feelings of Mr. Thornhill were not shocked by a perusal of that part which related to himself, but it developed the character of Mon. Villejuive. As he was a considerable scholar, a great agriculturist, and a very religious man, this letter, written to his relation, gave a fine picture of the internal workings of Mon. Villejuive's mind. It was deposited with Baillie Ilan Dou, and all who were privy to its contents were enjoined a strict silence, not even to mention it to Colin or his sister.
Some readers may perhaps be pleased with these minute circumstances, in relating of which we follow the example of Plutarch, one of the best of our brother historians; and others, to whom they may appear trivial, will, we hope, at least, pardon them; as we are never prolix on such occasions.
Our history here goes back some time to inform our readers, that the manse was the meridian of friendship, and Mrs. Thornhill could distinctly perceive how much the presence of Levingstone contributed to dispel the grief of Ellen; and this good woman thought there was some other ingredient in their hearts besides esteem, friendship, and gratitude. She saw that the 'engaging and noble figure of Levingstone was calculated to inspire any
lady with a favourable opinion of him; and she inferred, if he persisted in his assiduities, the soul of Ellen would be open to the impressions of a new affection, and his first addresses would succeed in determining the irresolution of Ellen's soul; and Ellen, the sorrowgleaning Ellen, would paint to herself the charms of love, the delights of marriage, and the happiness of a young mother!
Mrs. Thornhill knew well that uneasiness and inconstancy are, in the greatest part of mankind, nothing more than the consequences of a false calculation. She could perceive that it was but little trouble to an eloquent man like Levingstone to give love and marriage a thousand charms, that with all his care of pleasing, with every new homage, and the pleasure of incessant variety, the imagination of Ellen, deceived by, illusions, and dazzled