The Annotated Mansfield Park

by Jane Austen

  Salisbury Cathedral, considered at the time to be the greatest of all Gothic cathedrals in England. For the interest in Gothic architecture then, see this page, note 35.

  [From Winkle’s Architectural and Picturesque Illustrations of the Cathedral Churches of England and Wales, Vol. I (London, 1836), Plate 6]

  For the first seven miles Miss Bertram had very little real comfort; her prospect always ended in Mr. Crawford and her sister sitting side by side full of conversation and merriment;26 and to see only his expressive profile as he turned with a smile to Julia, or to catch the laugh of the other was a perpetual source of irritation, which her own sense of propriety could but just smooth over.27 When Julia looked back, it was with a countenance of delight, and whenever she spoke to them, it was in the highest spirits; “her view of the country was charming, she wished they could all see it, &c.” but her only offer of exchange was addressed to Miss Crawford, as they gained the summit of a long hill, and was not more inviting than this, “Here is a fine burst28 of country. I wish you had my seat, but I dare say you will not take it, let me press you ever so much,” and Miss Crawford could hardly answer, before they were moving again at a good pace.

  When they came within the influence of Sotherton associations, it was better for Miss Bertram, who might be said to have two strings to her bow. She had Rushworth-feelings, and Crawford-feelings, and in the vicinity of Sotherton, the former had considerable effect. Mr. Rushworth’s consequence was hers. She could not tell Miss Crawford that “those woods belonged to Sotherton,” she could not carelessly observe that “she believed it was now all Mr. Rushworth’s property on each side of the road,” without elation of heart;29 and it was a pleasure to increase with their approach to the capital freehold mansion,30 and ancient manorial residence of the family,31 with all its rights of Court-Leet and Court-Baron.32

  “Now we shall have no more rough road, Miss Crawford, our difficulties are over. The rest of the way is such as it ought to be. Mr. Rushworth has made it since he succeeded to the estate. Here begins the village.33 Those cottages are really a disgrace.34 The church spire is reckoned remarkably handsome.35 I am glad the church is not so close to the Great House as often happens in old places. The annoyance of the bells must be terrible.36 There is the parsonage; a tidy looking house, and I understand the clergyman and his wife are very decent people. Those are alms-houses, built by some of the family.37 To the right is the steward’s house; he is a very respectable man.38 Now we are coming to the lodge gates;39 but we have nearly a mile through the park still. It is not ugly, you see, at this end; there is some fine timber, but the situation of the house is dreadful. We go down hill to it for half-a-mile, and it is a pity, for it would not be an ill-looking place if it had a better approach.”40

  Miss Crawford was not slow to admire; she pretty well guessed Miss Bertram’s feelings, and made it a point of honour to promote her enjoyment to the utmost. Mrs. Norris was all delight and volubility; and even Fanny had something to say in admiration, and might be heard with complacency. Her eye was eagerly taking in every thing within her reach; and after being at some pains to get a view of the house, and observing that “it was a sort of building which she could not look at but with respect,” she added, “Now, where is the avenue? The house fronts41 the east, I perceive. The avenue, therefore, must be at the back of it. Mr. Rushworth talked of the west front.”

  A poor family’s cottage.

  [From Sir Walter Gilbey and E. D. Cuming, George Morland: His Life and Works (London, 1907), p. 234]

  “Yes, it is exactly behind the house; begins at a little distance, and ascends for half-a-mile to the extremity of the grounds. You may see something of it here—something of the more distant trees. It is oak entirely.”42

  Miss Bertram could now speak with decided information of what she had known nothing about, when Mr. Rushworth had asked her opinion, and her spirits were in as happy a flutter as vanity and pride could furnish, when they drove up to the spacious stone steps before the principal entrance.43

  An entrance gate to an estate.

  [From John Buonaratti Papworth, Rural Residences (London, 1832), p. 81]

  A park lodge.

  [From John Buonaratti Papworth, Rural Residences (London, 1832), p. 77]

  Chapter Nine

  Mr. Rushworth was at the door to receive his fair lady, and the whole party were welcomed by him with due attention. In the drawing-room they were met with equal cordiality by the mother, and Miss Bertram had all the distinction with each that she could wish. After the business of arriving was over, it was first necessary to eat, and the doors were thrown open to admit them through one or two intermediate rooms into the appointed dining-parlour, where a collation1 was prepared with abundance and elegance. Much was said, and much was ate, and all went well. The particular object of the day was then considered. How would Mr. Crawford like, in what manner would he choose, to take a survey of the grounds?—Mrs. Rushworth mentioned his curricle.2 Mr. Crawford suggested the greater desirableness of some carriage which might convey more than two. “To be depriving themselves of the advantage of other eyes and other judgments, might be an evil even beyond the loss of present pleasure.”3

  Mrs. Rushworth proposed that the chaise should be taken also; but this was scarcely received as an amendment;4 the young ladies neither smiled nor spoke. Her next proposition, of shewing the house to such of them as had not been there before, was more acceptable, for Miss Bertram was pleased to have its size displayed, and all were glad to be doing something.

  The whole party rose accordingly, and under Mrs. Rushworth’s guidance were shewn through a number of rooms, all lofty, and many large, and amply furnished in the taste of fifty years back, with shining floors, solid mahogany, rich damask, marble, gilding and carving, each handsome in its way.5 Of pictures there were abundance, and some few good, but the larger part were family portraits,6 no longer any thing to any body but Mrs. Rushworth, who had been at great pains to learn all that the housekeeper could teach, and was now almost equally well qualified to shew the house.7 On the present occasion, she addressed herself chiefly to Miss Crawford and Fanny, but there was no comparison in the willingness of their attention, for Miss Crawford, who had seen scores of great houses, and cared for none of them,8 had only the appearance of civilly listening, while Fanny, to whom every thing was almost as interesting as it was new, attended with unaffected earnestness to all that Mrs. Rushworth could relate of the family in former times, its rise and grandeur, regal visits and loyal efforts,9 delighted to connect any thing with history already known, or warm her imagination with scenes of the past.

  The situation of the house excluded the possibility of much prospect from any of the rooms, and while Fanny and some of the others were attending Mrs. Rushworth, Henry Crawford was looking grave and shaking his head at the windows.10 Every room on the west front looked across a lawn to the beginning of the avenue immediately beyond tall iron palisades and gates.11

  Having visited many more rooms than could be supposed to be of any other use than to contribute to the window tax, and find employment for housemaids,12 “Now,” said Mrs. Rushworth, “we are coming to the chapel,13 which properly we ought to enter from above, and look down upon; but as we are quite among friends, I will take you in this way, if you will excuse me.”

  A curricle (Astead Park, a country house, is in the background).

  [From John Preston Neale, Views of the Seats of Noblemen and Gentlemen, Vol. V (London, 1822)]

  They entered. Fanny’s imagination had prepared her for something grander than a mere, spacious, oblong room, fitted up for the purpose of devotion—with nothing more striking or more solemn than the profusion of mahogany,14 and the crimson velvet cushions appearing over the ledge of the family gallery above.15 “I am disappointed,” said she, in a low voice, to Edmund. “This is not my idea of a chapel. There is nothing awful16 here, nothing melancholy, nothing grand. Here are no aisles, no arches, no inscriptions, no banners.17 No ban
ners, cousin, to be ‘blown by the night wind of Heaven.’ No signs that a ‘Scottish monarch sleeps below.’ ”18

  “You forget, Fanny, how lately all this has been built, and for how confined a purpose, compared with the old chapels of castles and monasteries. It was only for the private use of the family. They have been buried, I suppose, in the parish church. There you must look for the banners and the achievements.”19

  A room, in Lansdowne House, with some of the features characteristic of an earlier period, especially the prominence of marble (see this page, note 5).

  [From E. Beresford Chancellor, The XVIIIth Century in London (New York, 1921), p. 164]

  “It was foolish of me not to think of all that, but I am disappointed.”

  Mrs. Rushworth began her relation.20 “This chapel was fitted up as you see it, in James the Second’s time.21 Before that period, as I understand, the pews were only wainscot;22 and there is some reason to think that the linings and cushions of the pulpit and family-seat were only purple cloth; but this is not quite certain. It is a handsome chapel, and was formerly in constant use both morning and evening. Prayers were always read in it by the domestic chaplain, within the memory of many. But the late Mr. Rushworth left it off.”23

  “Every generation has its improvements,” said Miss Crawford, with a smile, to Edmund.

  Mrs. Rushworth was gone to repeat her lesson to Mr. Crawford; and Edmund, Fanny, and Miss Crawford remained in a cluster together.

  “It is a pity,” cried Fanny, “that the custom should have been discontinued. It was a valuable part of former times. There is something in a chapel and chaplain so much in character with a great house, with one’s ideas of what such a household should be! A whole family24 assembling regularly for the purpose of prayer, is fine!”

  “Very fine indeed!” said Miss Crawford, laughing. “It must do the heads of the family a great deal of good to force all the poor housemaids and footmen to leave business and pleasure,25 and say their prayers here twice a day, while they are inventing excuses themselves for staying away.”

  “That is hardly Fanny’s idea of a family assembling,” said Edmund. “If the master and mistress do not attend themselves, there must be more harm than good in the custom.”

  “At any rate, it is safer to leave people to their own devices on such subjects. Every body likes to go their own way—to choose their own time and manner of devotion. The obligation of attendance, the formality, the restraint, the length of time—altogether it is a formidable thing, and what nobody likes: and if the good people who used to kneel and gape26 in that gallery could have foreseen that the time would ever come when men and women might lie another ten minutes in bed,27 when they woke with a headach, without danger of reprobation, because chapel was missed, they would have jumped with joy and envy. Cannot you imagine with what unwilling feelings the former belles of the house of Rushworth did many a time repair28 to this chapel? The young Mrs. Eleanors and Mrs. Bridgets29—starched up30 into seeming piety, but with heads full of something very different—especially if the poor chaplain were not worth looking at—and, in those days, I fancy parsons were very inferior even to what they are now.”31

  For a few moments she was unanswered. Fanny coloured and looked at Edmund, but felt too angry for speech; and he needed a little recollection32 before he could say, “Your lively33 mind can hardly be serious even on serious subjects.34 You have given us an amusing sketch, and human nature cannot say it was not so. We must all feel at times the difficulty of fixing our thoughts as we could wish; but if you are supposing it a frequent thing, that is to say, a weakness grown into a habit from neglect, what could be expected from the private devotions of such persons? Do you think the minds which are suffered, which are indulged in wanderings in a chapel, would be more collected in a closet?”35

  “Yes, very likely. They would have two chances at least in their favour. There would be less to distract the attention from without, and it would not be tried so long.”

  “The mind which does not struggle against itself under one circumstance, would find objects to distract it in the other, I believe; and the influence of the place and of example may often rouse better feelings than are begun with. The greater length of the service, however, I admit to be sometimes too hard a stretch36 upon the mind. One wishes it were not so—but I have not yet left Oxford long enough to forget what chapel prayers are.”37

  While this was passing, the rest of the party being scattered about the chapel, Julia called Mr. Crawford’s attention to her sister, by saying, “Do look at Mr. Rushworth and Maria, standing side by side, exactly as if the ceremony were going to be38 performed. Have not they completely the air of it?”

  Mr. Crawford smiled his acquiescence, and stepping forward to Maria, said, in a voice which she only could hear, “I do not like to see Miss Bertram so near the altar.”39

  Starting, the lady instinctively moved a step or two, but recovering herself in a moment, affected to laugh, and asked him, in a tone not much louder, “if he would give her away?”40

  “I am afraid I should do it very awkwardly,” was his reply, with a look of meaning.

  Julia joining them at the moment, carried on the joke.

  “Upon my word, it is really a pity that it should not take place directly, if we had but a proper license,41 for here we are altogether, and nothing in the world could be more snug42 and pleasant.” And she talked and laughed about it with so little caution, as to catch the comprehension of Mr. Rushworth and his mother, and expose her sister to the whispered gallantries of her lover, while Mrs. Rushworth spoke with proper smiles and dignity of its being a most happy event to her whenever it took place.

  “If Edmund were but in orders!” cried Julia, and running to where he stood with Miss Crawford and Fanny; “My dear Edmund, if you were but in orders now, you might perform the ceremony directly. How unlucky that you are not ordained, Mr. Rushworth and Maria are quite ready.”43

  Miss Crawford’s countenance, as Julia spoke, might have amused a disinterested observer. She looked almost aghast under the new idea she was receiving. Fanny pitied her. “How distressed she will be at what she said just now,” passed across her mind.

  “Ordained!” said Miss Crawford; “what, are you to be a clergyman?”

  “Yes, I shall take orders soon after my father’s return—probably at Christmas.”

  Miss Crawford rallying her spirits, and recovering her complexion, replied only, “If I had known this before, I would have spoken of the cloth with more respect,”44 and turned45 the subject.

  The chapel was soon afterwards left to the silence and stillness which reigned in it with few interruptions throughout the year. Miss Bertram, displeased with her sister, led the way, and all seemed to feel that they had been there long enough.

  The lower part of the house had been now entirely shown, and Mrs. Rushworth, never weary in the cause, would have proceeded towards the principal stair-case,46 and taken them through all the rooms above, if her son had not interposed with a doubt of there being time enough. “For if,” said he, with the sort of self-evident proposition which many a clearer head does not always avoid—“we are too long going over the house, we shall not have time for what is to be done out of doors. It is past two, and we are to dine at five.”

  Mrs. Rushworth submitted, and the question of surveying the grounds, with the who and the how, was likely to be more fully agitated, and Mrs. Norris was beginning to arrange by what junction of carriages and horses most could be done, when the young people, meeting with an outward door, temptingly open on a flight of steps which led immediately to turf and shrubs, and all the sweets of pleasure-grounds,47 as by one impulse, one wish for air and liberty, all walked out.

  “Suppose we turn down here for the present,” said Mrs. Rushworth, civilly taking the hint and following them. “Here are the greatest number of our plants, and here are the curious pheasants.”48

  “Query,” said Mr. Crawford, looking round him, “whether w
e may not find something to employ us here, before we go farther? I see walls of great promise.49 Mr. Rushworth, shall we summon a council on this lawn?”

  “James,” said Mrs. Rushworth to her son, “I believe the wilderness will be new to all the party. The Miss Bertrams have never seen the wilderness yet.”50

  No objection was made, but for some time there seemed no inclination to move in any plan, or to any distance. All were attracted at first by the plants or the pheasants, and all dispersed about in happy independence. Mr. Crawford was the first to move forward, to examine the capabilities of that end of the house. The lawn, bounded on each side by a high wall, contained beyond the first planted ærea, a bowling-green,51 and beyond the bowling-green a long terrace walk, backed by iron palissades, and commanding a view over them into the tops of the trees of the wilderness immediately adjoining. It was a good spot for fault-finding. Mr. Crawford was soon followed by Miss Bertram and Mr. Rushworth, and when after a little time the others began to form into parties, these three were found in busy consultation on the terrace by Edmund, Miss Crawford and Fanny, who seemed as naturally to unite, and who after a short participation of their regrets and difficulties, left them and walked on. The remaining three, Mrs. Rushworth, Mrs. Norris, and Julia, were still far behind; for Julia, whose happy star no longer prevailed, was obliged to keep by the side of Mrs. Rushworth, and restrain her impatient feet to that lady’s slow pace, while her aunt, having fallen in with52 the housekeeper, who was come out to feed the pheasants, was lingering behind in gossip with her. Poor Julia, the only one out of the nine not tolerably satisfied with their lot, was now in a state of complete penance, and as different from the Julia of the barouche-box as could well be imagined. The politeness which she had been brought up to practise as a duty, made it impossible for her to escape; while the want of that higher species of self-command, that just consideration of others, that knowledge of her own heart, that principle of right which had not formed any essential part of her education, made her miserable under it.