Catharine, or The Bower E-Book

Jane Austen.

• Herausgeber: Renard Press
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 94

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Jane Austen, one of the nation's most beloved authors, whose face adorns our currency, surely needs no introduction, but while many are familiar with her groundbreaking novels, few have come across her brilliantly funny unfinished novella, Catharine, or The Bower. Written when Austen was only around seventeen, Catharine, or The Bower is a short but important work, as it shows Austen's preoccupation changing from short burlesques to the satirical novels which her name is so inextricably linked with. This edition also contains The Beautiful Cassandra, a very short 'novel in twelve chapters' that maps out a parody of the melodramatic novels of Austen's day – in many ways the prototype for the legacy she left behind.

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Catharineor The Bower

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Catharine, or The Bower first published in Volume the Third in 1951

The Beautiful Cassandra first published in Volume the First in 1933

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contents

Catharine, or The Bower

The Beautiful Cassandra

Notes

catharine or the bower

To Miss Austen*

Madam,

Encouraged by your warm patronage of The Beautiful Cassandra,* and The History of England, which, through your generous support, have obtained a place in every library in the kingdom, and run through threescore editions, I take the liberty of begging the same exertions in favour of the following novel, which I humbly flatter myself possesses merit beyond any already published, or any that will ever in future appear, except such as may proceed from the pen of Your Most Grateful Humble Servt,

the author

Steventon, August 1792

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 scrutinising 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.

To 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 a charm over her senses as constantly to tranquillise 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 tenure 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, tho’ separated for the greatest part of the year by the different modes of their education, were constantly together during the holidays of the Miss Wynnes.*

In those days of happy childhood, now so often regretted by Kitty, this arbour had been formed, and separated perhaps for ever 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 tho’ 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 yet look forward to a change in her circumstances, but situated for the present without any immediate hope of it, in a family where, tho’ 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 quarrelling, 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.