[Maria by Mary Wollstonecraft]@TWC D-Link bookMaria CHAPTER 7 3/16
Thus are we destined to experience a mixture of bitterness, with the recollection of our most innocent enjoyments. "The circumstances which, during my childhood, occurred to fashion my mind, were various; yet, as it would probably afford me more pleasure to revive the fading remembrance of newborn delight, than you, my child, could feel in the perusal, I will not entice you to stray with me into the verdant meadow, to search for the flowers that youthful hopes scatter in every path; though, as I write, I almost scent the fresh green of spring--of that spring which never returns! "I had two sisters, and one brother, younger than myself, my brother Robert was two years older, and might truly be termed the idol of his parents, and the torment of the rest of the family.
Such indeed is the force of prejudice, that what was called spirit and wit in him, was cruelly repressed as forwardness in me. "My mother had an indolence of character, which prevented her from paying much attention to our education.
But the healthy breeze of a neighbouring heath, on which we bounded at pleasure, volatilized the humours that improper food might have generated.
And to enjoy open air and freedom, was paradise, after the unnatural restraint of our fireside, where we were often obliged to sit three or four hours together, without daring to utter a word, when my father was out of humour, from want of employment, or of a variety of boisterous amusement.
I had however one advantage, an instructor, the brother of my father, who, intended for the church, had of course received a liberal education.
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