Lady Morgan’s Memoirs
Lady Margaret Stanley to Sydney Owenson, 18 September 1811
Penrhos,
September 18th, 1811.
My dear Glorvina,
Shall I say the import of your letter surprised me? I
know not. However, I think surprise was not the sensation predominant among the
many it set afloat; that you should have met with a man who looked, listened,
and entered the lists of love, tête
baissée, was an event much of course; but that an
equal to the admirable Crichton should
be met at all, and moreover, that the destinies should just place him within
the circle of Glorvina’s influence, is
truly a matter worthy of wonder, and particularly to me, who have hitherto
adhered pertinaciously to a persuasion, that kindred spirits were subjected to
the same laws as parallel lines, and never could meet on this ungracious
planet. But, behold an exception! Receive, my dear Sydney,
my sincere felicitations on your view of establishment. Yet rest assured, I do
not fail of taking a part in your anxieties, but who can be married without
such attendants? If every contre was
nearly looked to, alack, poor Hymen! But in
the main, establishment is good, in some lights almost expedient, since the
delights of youth, of friends, of range, and frolic, are but passengers. On the
subject of riches, it must be
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avowed, my worldly wishes
are not completely gratified, but on that question, the interests of the heart
must arbitrate, nor can I dispute with those sovereigns, and do they not appear
with a powerful phalanx? and sweetly chime with the old
song—“Et il en sera toujours de même, si
j’en juge d’après mon cœur.” Perhaps,
ere this time, the conflict is over; I wish it may be so, and every sacrifice
well compensated by the acquisition of a friend and associate, à tout epreuve. I have been sadly
tardy in writing, but were details worth while, I could show I am more
excusable than usual; I have been singularly engaged by company and hampered by
business at the same time, and lassitude and chagrins spoilt every little
interval. And now then, farewell, my dear Sydney. Imagine,
and you may well imagine (do me but justice) how much I love to hear further of
an event so interesting to me, and believe me, by every name,
Most truly yours, &c., &c.,
Margaret Stanley [née Owen] (d. 1816)
The daughter of John Owen of Penrhos; in 1763 she married John Thomas Stanley, baronet.
She was a friend and correspondent of Lady Morgan.