Catharine or the Bower

by Jane Austen, Leo Rockas

Overview

Catharine, when disciplined by her affectionate aunt Mrs Percival, retires to the bower, where she finds relief. Her good friends the Wynnes have been separated from each other by the death of their parents. On a visit from Mr and Mrs Stanley of London, Catharine and Camilla become dubious friends, and Edward appears as a dashing possible suitor. On a visit to London, Catharine is reconnected to the Wynne brothers and eventually their sisters. Mr Stanley admires and finds suitable places for the Wynne brothers, and his son returns from a journey abroad. London is now the location of Catharine and her cousins, the two Wynne brothers and the two Wynne sisters, as well as colorful friends of Camilla Stanley--resulting in various attachments between the young people, and eventual pairings, some of them quite unexpected.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781620061411
Publisher:	Brown Posey Press
Publication date:	09/26/2019
Pages:	154
Sales rank:	835,116
Product dimensions:	6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.36(d)

About the Author

Jane Austen was already a brilliant writer when, as a teenager, she wrote "Catharine or the Bower," with a sunny and lightly satiric viewpoint later developed in her mature novels, especially in "Pride and Prejudice." As the world knows, her six major novels were better than any written before, and, according to some, since.

Leo Rockas taught various literatures at the University of Hartford for thirty years. In his retirement he still reads and ponders over Jane Austen and Shakespeare and others.

Date of Birth:

December 16, 1775

Date of Death:

July 18, 1817

Place of Birth:

Village of Steventon in Hampshire, England

Place of Death:

Winchester, Hampshire, England

Education:

Taught at home by her father

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CHAPTER 1

Catharine had the misfortune, as many heroines have had before her, of losing her parents when she was very young, and of being brought up under the care of a maiden aunt, who, while she tenderly loved her, watched over her conduct with so scrutinizing a severity as to make it very doubtful to many people, and to Catharine amongst the rest, whether she loved her or not. She had frequently been deprived of a real pleasure through this jealous caution, had been sometimes obliged to relinquish a ball because an officer was to be there, or to dance with a partner of her aunt's introduction in preference to one of her own choice. But her spirits were naturally good and not easily depressed, and she possessed such a fund of vivacity and good humour as could only be damped by some very serious vexation.

Besides these antidotes against every disappointment, and consolations under them, she had another, which afforded her constant relief in all her misfortunes, and that was a fine shady bower, the work of her own infantine labours, assisted by those of two young companions who had resided in the same village. In this bower, which terminated a very pleasant and retired walk in her aunt's garden, she always wandered whenever anything disturbed her, and it possessed such charm over her senses, as constantly to tranquilise her mind and quiet her spirits. Solitude and reflection might perhaps have had the same effect in her bed chamber, yet habit had so strengthened the idea which fancy had first suggested, that such a thought never occurred to Kitty, who was firmly persuaded that her bower alone could restore her to herself. Her imagination was warm, and in her friendships, as well as in the whole tenor of her mind, she was enthusiastic.

This beloved bower had been the united work of herself and two amiable girls, for whom since her earliest years she had felt the tenderest regard. They were the daughters of the clergyman of the parish, with whose family, while it had continued there, her aunt had been on the most intimate terms; and the little girls, though separated for the greatest part of the year by different modes of their education, were constantly together during the holidays of the Miss Wynnes. They were companions in their walks, their schemes and amusements; and while the sweetness of their dispositions had prevented any serious quarrels, the trifling disputes which it was impossible wholly to avoid had been far from lessening their affection. In those days of happy childhood, now so often regretted by Kitty, this arbour had been formed, and, separated perhaps forever from these dear friends, it encouraged more than any other place the tender and melancholy recollections of hours rendered pleasant by them, at once so sorrowful, yet so soothing!

It was now two years since the death of Mr Wynne, and the consequent dispersion of his family, who had been left by it in great distress. They had been reduced to a state of absolute dependence on some relations, who, though very opulent and very nearly connected with them, had with difficulty been prevailed on to contribute anything towards their support. Mrs Wynne was fortunately spared the knowledge and participation of their distress, by her release from a painful illness a few months before the death of her husband. The eldest daughter had been obliged to accept the offer of one of her cousins to equip her for the East Indies, and, though infinitely against her inclinations, had been necessitated to embrace the only possibility that was offered to her of a maintenance. Yet it was one so opposite to all her ideas of propriety, so contrary to her wishes, so repugnant to her feelings, that she would almost have preferred servitude to it, had choice been allowed her. Her personal attractions had gained her a husband as soon as she had arrived at Bengal, and she had now been married nearly a twelvemonth — splendidly yet unhappily married, united to a man of double her own age, whose disposition was not amiable, and whose manners were unpleasing, though his character was respectable. Kitty had heard twice from her friend since her marriage, but her letters were always unsatisfactory, and though she did not openly avow her feelings, yet every line proved her to be unhappy. She spoke with pleasure of nothing but of those amusements which they had shared together and which could return no more, and seemed to have no happiness in view but that of returning to England again.

Her sister had been taken by another relation, the Dowager Lady Halifax, as a companion to her daughters, and had accompanied her family into Scotland about the same time of Cecilia's leaving England. From Mary therefore Kitty had the power of hearing more frequently, but her letters were scarcely more comfortable. There was not indeed that hopelessness of sorrow in her situation as in her sister's; she was not married and could look forward to a change in her circumstances. But situated for the present without any immediate hope of it, in a family where, though all were her relations she had no friend, she wrote usually in depressed spirits, which her separation from her sister and her sister's marriage had greatly contributed to make so. Divided thus from the two she loved best on earth, while Cecilia and Mary were still more endeared to her by their loss, everything that brought a remembrance of them was doubly cherished, and the shrubs they had planted and the keepsakes they had given were rendered sacred.

The living of Chetwynde was now in the possession of a Mr Dudley, whose family unlike the Wynnes were productive only of vexation and trouble to Mrs Percival and her niece. Mr Dudley, who was the younger son of a very noble family, of a family more famed for their pride than their opulence, tenacious of his dignity and jealous of his rights, was forever quarreling, if not with Mrs Percival herself, with her steward and tenants concerning tithes, and with the principal neighbours themselves concerning the respect and parade he exacted. His wife, an ill-educated, untaught woman of ancient family, was proud of that family almost without knowing why, and like him too was haughty and quarrelsome, without considering for what. Their only daughter, who inherited the ignorance, the insolence and pride of her parents, was from that beauty of which she was unreasonably vain considered by them as an irresistible creature, and looked up to as the future restorer by a splendid marriage of the dignity which their reduced situation and Mr Dudley's being obliged to take orders for a country living had so much lessened. They at once despised the Percivals as people of mean family, and envied them as people of fortune. They were jealous of their being more respected than themselves, and while they affected to consider them as of no consequence, were continually seeking to lessen them in the opinion of the neighbourhood by scandalous and malicious reports.

Such a family as this was ill calculated to console Kitty for the loss of the Wynnes, or to fill up by their society those occasionally irksome hours which in so retired a situation would sometimes occur for want of a companion. Her aunt was most excessively fond of her, and miserable if she saw her for a moment out of spirits. Yet she lived in such constant apprehension of her marrying imprudently if she were allowed the opportunity of choosing, and was so dissatisfied with her behaviour when she saw her with young men — for it was from her natural disposition remarkably open and unreserved — that though she frequently wished for her niece's sake that the neighbourhood were larger, and that she had used herself to mix more with it, yet the recollection of there being young men in almost every family in it always conquered the wish.

The same fears that prevented Mrs Percival's joining much in the society of her neighbours led her equally to avoid inviting her relations to spend any time in her house. She had therefore constantly regretted the annual attempt of a distant relation to visit her at Chetwynde, as there was a young man in the family of whom she had heard many traits that alarmed her. This son was however now on his travels, and the repeated solicitations of Kitty, joined to a consciousness of having declined with too little ceremony the frequent overtures of her friends to be admitted, and a real wish to see them herself, easily prevailed on her to press with great earnestness the pleasure of a visit from them during the summer.

Mr and Mrs Stanley were accordingly to come, and Catharine, in having an object to look forward to, a something to expect that must inevitably relieve the dullness of a constant tête-à-tête with her aunt, was so delighted and her spirits so elevated, that for the three or four days immediately preceding their arrival she could scarcely fix herself to any employment. In this point Mrs Percival always thought her defective, and frequently complained of a want of steadiness and perseverance in her occupations, which were by no means congenial to the eagerness of Kitty's disposition, and perhaps not often met with in any young person. The tediousness too of her aunt's conversation and the want of agreeable companions greatly increased this desire of change in her employments, for Kitty found herself much sooner tired of reading, working, or drawing in Mrs Percival's parlour than in her own arbour, where Mrs Percival for fear of its being damp never accompanied her.

As her aunt prided herself on the exact propriety and neatness with which everything in her family was conducted, and had no higher satisfaction than that of knowing her house to be always in complete order, as her fortune was good and her establishment ample, few were the preparations necessary for the reception of her visitors. The day of their arrival so long expected at length came, and the noise of the coach and four as it drove round the sweep was to Catharine a more interesting sound than the music of an Italian opera, which to most heroines is the height of enjoyment.

Mr and Mrs Stanley were people of large fortune and high fashion. He was a member of the House of Commons, and they were therefore most agreeably necessitated to reside half the year in town, where Miss Stanley had been attended by the most capital masters from the time of her being six years old to the last spring, which comprehending a period of twelve years had been dedicated to the acquirement of accomplishments which were now to be displayed and in a few years entirely neglected. She was elegant in her appearance, rather handsome, and naturally not deficient in abilities; but those years which ought to have been spent in the attainment of useful knowledge and mental improvement had been all bestowed in learning drawing, Italian, and music, more especially the latter, and she now united to these accomplishments an understanding unimproved by reading and a mind totally devoid either of taste or judgement. Her temper was by nature good, but unassisted by reflection, she had neither patience under disappointment, nor could sacrifice her own inclinations to promote the happiness of others. All her ideas were toward the elegance of her appearance, the fashion of her dress, and the admiration she wished them to excite. She professed a love of books without reading, was lively without wit, and generally good humoured without merit. Such was Camilla Stanley; and Catharine, who was prejudiced by her appearance, and who from her solitary situation was ready to like anyone, though her understanding and judgement would not otherwise have been easily satisfied, felt almost convinced when she saw her that Miss Stanley would be the very companion she wanted, and in some degree make amends for the loss of Cecilia and Mary Wynne. She therefore attached herself to Camilla from the first day of her arrival, and from being the only young people in the house they were by inclination constant companions.

Kitty was herself a great reader, though perhaps not a very deep one, and felt therefore highly delighted to find that Miss Stanley was equally fond of it. Eager to know that their sentiments as to books were similar, she very soon began questioning her new acquaintance on the subject; but though she was well read in modern history herself, she chose rather to speak first of books of a lighter kind, of books universally read and admired.

"You have read Mrs Smith's novels, I suppose?" said she to her companion.

"Oh yes!" replied the other, "and I am quite delighted with them. They are the sweetest things in the world."

"And which do you prefer of them?"

"Oh dear! I think there is no comparison between them. Emmeline is so much better than any of the others."

"Many people think so, I know; but there does not appear so great a disproportion in their merits to me; do you think it is better written?"

"Oh! I do not know anything about that — but it is better in everything. Besides, Ethelinde is so long."

"That is a very common objection, I believe," said Kitty, "but for my part, if a book is well written I always find it too short."

"So do I, only I get tired of it before it is finished."

"But did not you find the story of Ethelinde very interesting? And the descriptions of Grasmere, are not they beautiful?"

"Oh! I missed them all, because I was in such a hurry to know the end of it —" Then, from an easy transition, she added, "We are going to the Lakes this autumn, and I am quite mad with joy! Sir Henry Devereux has promised to go with us, and that will make it so pleasant, you know."

"I dare say it will, but I think it is a pity that Sir Henry's powers of pleasing were not reserved for an occasion where they might be more wanted. However, I quite envy you the pleasure of such a scheme."

"Oh! I am quite delighted with the thoughts of it; I can think of nothing else. I assure you I have done nothing for this last month but plan what clothes I should take with me, and I have at last determined to take very few indeed besides my travelling dress, and so I advise you to do, whenever you go, for I intend in case we should fall in with any races, or stop at Matlock or Scarborough, to have some things made for the occasion."

"You intend then to go into Yorkshire?"

"I believe not. Indeed, I know nothing of the route, for I never trouble myself about such things. I only know that we are to go from Derbyshire to Matlock and Scarborough, but to which of them first, I neither know nor care. I am in hopes of meeting some particular friends of mine at Scarborough. Augusta told me in her last letter that Sir Peter talked of going; but then you know that is so uncertain. I cannot bear Sir Peter — he is such a horrid creature."

"He is, is he?" said Kitty, not knowing what else to say.

"Oh! He is quite shocking."

Here the conversation was interrupted, and Kitty was left in a painful uncertainty as to the particulars of Sir Peter's character. She knew only that he was horrid and shocking, but why and in what, yet remained to be discovered. She could scarcely resolve what to think of her new acquaintance; she appeared to be shamefully ignorant as to the geography of England, if she had understood her right, and equally devoid of taste and information. Kitty was, however, unwilling to decide hastily; she was at once desirous of doing Miss Stanley justice, and of having her own wishes in her answered. She determined therefore to suspend all judgement for some time.

After supper, the conversation turning on the state of affairs in the political world, Mrs Percival, who was firmly of opinion that the whole race of mankind were degenerating, said that for her part everything, she believed, was going to rack and ruin. All order was destroyed over the face of the world. The House of Commons she heard did not break up sometimes till five in the morning, and depravity never was so general before — concluding with a wish that she might live to see the manners of the people in Queen Elizabeth's reign restored again.

"Well, ma'am," said her niece, "but I hope you do not mean with the times to restore Queen Elizabeth herself."

"Queen Elizabeth," said Mrs Stanley, who never hazarded a remark on history that was not well founded, "lived to a good old age, and was a very clever woman."

"True, ma'am," said Kitty, "but I do not consider either of those circumstances as meritorious in herself, and they are very far from making me wish her return, for if she were to come again with the same abilities and the same good constitution she might do as much mischief and last as long as she did before" — then turning to Camilla, who had been sitting very silent for some time, she added, "What do you think of Elizabeth, Miss Stanley? I hope you will not defend her."

"Oh dear!" said Miss Stanley, "I know nothing of politics, and cannot bear to hear them mentioned."

(Continues…)

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