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man who had once saved Edgeworthstown from being destroyed by the rebels。 'Sure it was not her father；' said old Peggy；' it was her grandfather did it！' So she explained； but it was hard to believe that such an old； old creature had ever had a grandfather in the memory of man。
The glebe lands lie beyond the village。 They reach as far as the church on its high plateau； from which you can see the Wicklow Hills on a fine day； and the lovely shifting of the lights of the landscape。 The remains of the great pew of the Edgeworth family； with its carved canopy of wood； is still a feature in the bare church from which so much has been swept away。 The names of the fathers are written on the chancel walls； and a few medallions of daughters and sisters also。 In the churchyard； among green elder bushes and tall upspringing grasses； is the square monument erected to Mr。 Edgeworth and his family； and as we stood there the quiet place was crossed and recrossed by swallows with their beating crescent wings。
III
Whatever one may think of Mr。 Edgeworth's literary manipulations and of his influence upon his daughter's writings； one cannot but respect the sincere and cordial understanding which bound these two people together； and realise the added interest in life； in its machinery and evolutions； which Maria owed to her father's active intelligence。 Her own gift； I think； must have been one for perceiving through the minds of others； and for realising the value of what they in turn reflected； one is struck again and again by the odd mixture of intuition； and of absolute matter of fact which one finds in her writings。
It is difficult to realise； when one reads the memoirs of human beings who loved and hated； and laughed and scolded； and wanted things and did without them； very much as we do ourselves； that though they thought as we do and felt as we do （only； as I have said； with greater vehemence）； they didn't LOOK like us at all； and Mr。 Edgeworth； the father of Maria Edgeworth； the 'gay gallant；' the impetuous； ingenious； energetic gentleman； sat writing with powdered hair and a queue； with tights and buckles； bolt upright in a stiff chair； while his family； also bequeued and becurled and bekerchiefed； were gathered round him in a group； composedly attentive to his explanations； as he points to the roll upon the table； or reads from his many MSS。 and note… books； for their edification。
To have four wives and twenty…two children； to have invented so many machines； engines； and curricles； steeples and telegraph posts； is more than commonly falls to the lot of one ordinary man； but such we know was Mr。 Edgeworth's history told by his own lips。
I received by chance an old newspaper the other day； dated the 23rd July 1779。 It is called the LONDON PACKET； and its news； told with long s's and pretty curly italics； thrills one even now as one looks over the four short pages。 The leading article is entitled 'Striking Instance of the PERFIDY of France。' It is true the grievance goes back to Louis XIV。； but the leader is written with plenty of spirit and present indignation。 Then comes news from America and the lists of New Councillors elected：
'Artemus Ward； Francis Dana； Oliver Prescott； Samuel Baker； while a very suitable sermon on the occasion is preached by the Rev。 Mr。 Stillman of Boston。' How familiar the names all sound！ Then the thanks of the Members of Congress are given to 'General Lee； Colonel Moultrie； and the officers and soldiers under their command who on the 28th of June last Repulsed with so much Valour the attack that was made that day on the State of South Carolina by the fleet and army of his Britannic Majesty。'
There is an irresistible spirit of old…world pigtail decorum and dash about it all。 We read of our 'grand fleet' waiting at Corunna for the Spanish； of 80；000 men on the coast of Brittany supposed to be ready for an invasion of England； of the Prince of Conde playing at cards； with Northumberland House itself for stakes （Northumberland House which he is INTENDING to take）。 We read the list of Lottery Prizes； of the L1000 and L500 tickets； of the pressing want of seamen for His Majesty's Navy； and how the gentlemen of Ireland are subscribers to a bounty fund。 Then comes the narrative of James Caton of Bristol； who writes to complain that while transacting his business on the Bristol Exchange he is violently seized by a pressgang； with oaths and imprecations。 Mr。 Farr； attempting to speak to him； is told by the Lieutenant that if he does not keep off he will be shot with a pistol。 Mr。 Caton is violently carried off； locked up in a horrible stinking room； prevented from seeing his friends； after a day or two he is forced on board a tender； where Mr。 Tripp； a midshipman； behaves with humanity； but the Captain and Lieutenant outvie each other in brutality； Captain Hamilton behaving as an 'enraged partisan。' Poor Mr。 Caton is released at last by the exertions of Mr。 Edmund Burke； of Mr。 Farr； and another devoted friend； who travel post…haste to London to obtain a Habeas Corpus； so that he is able to write indignantly and safe from his own home to the LONDON PACKET to describe his providential escape。 The little sheet gives one a vivid impression of that daily life in 1779； when Miss Edgeworth must have been a little girl of twelve years old； at school at Mrs。 Lataffiere's； and learning to write in her beautiful handwriting。 It was a time of great events。 The world is fighting； armies marching and counter…marching； and countries rapidly changing hands。 Miss Seward is inditing her elegant descriptions for the use of her admiring circle。 But already the circle is dwindling！ Mr。 Day has parted from Sabrina。 The well…known episodes of Lichfield gaieties and love…makings are over。 Poor Major Andre has been exiled from England and rejected by Honora。 The beautiful Honora； whose 〃blending charms of mind and person〃 are celebrated by one adoring lover after another； has married Mr。 Edgeworth。 She has known happiness； and the devoted affection of an adoring husband； and the admiring love of her little step…daughter； all this had been hers； and now all this is coming to an end； and the poor lady lying on her death…bed imploring her husband to marry her sister Elizabeth。 Accordingly Mr。 Edgeworth married Elizabeth Sneyd in 1780； which was also the year of poor Andre's death。
There is a little oval picture at the National Gallery in Dublin； the photograph of a sketch at Edgeworthstown House； which gives one a very good impression of the family as it must have appeared in the reigns of King George and the third Mrs。 Edgeworth。 The father in his powder and frills sits at the table with intelligent； well…informed finger showing some place upon a map。 He is an agreeable…looking youngish man； Mrs。 Edgeworth； his third wife； is looking over his shoulder； she has marked features； beautiful eyes； she holds a child upon her knee； and one can see the likeness in her to her step…daughter Honora； who stands just behind her and leans against the chair。 A large globe appropriately stands in the background。 The grown…up ladies alternate with small children。 Miss Edgeworth herself； sitting opposite to her father； is the most prominent figure in the group。 She wears a broad leghorn hat； a frizzed coiffure； and folded kerchief； she has a sprightly； somewhat French appearance； with a marked nose of the RETROUSSE order。 I had so often heard that she was plain that to see this fashionable and agreeable figure was a pleasant surprise。
Miss Edgeworth seems to be about four…and…twenty in the sketch； she was born in 1767； she must have been eleven in 1778； when Mr。 Edgeworth finally came over to Ireland to settle on his own estate； and among his own people。 He had been obliged some years before to leave Edgeworthstown on account of Mrs。 Honora Edgeworth's health； he now returned in patriarchal fashion with Mrs。 Elizabeth Edgeworth； his third wife； with his children by his first； second； and third marriages； and with two sisters…in… law who had made their home in his family。 For thirty…five years he continued to live on in the pretty old home which he now adapted to his large family； and which； notwithstandin
