Theirs was to edification, and to build one another up in faith, so that they were not as we are, nor are we as they were. But,” said she, “we ought to do as they did; there was a hearty friendship among them; but where is it now to be found?” Says Mrs. Bargrave, “It hard is indeed to find a true friend in these days.” Says Mrs. Veal, “Mrs. Norris has a fine copy of verses, called Friendship in Perfection, which I wonderfully admire. Have you seen the book?” says Mrs. Veal. “No,” says Mrs. Bargrave, “but I have the verses of my own writing out.”
Waived the thing
“Have you?” says Mrs. Veal; “then fetch them”; which she did from above stairs, and offered them to Mrs. Veal to read, who refused, and waived the thing, saying, “holding down her head would make it ache”; and then desiring Mrs. Bargrave to read them to her, which she did. As they were admiring Friendship, Mrs. Veal said, “Dear Mrs. Bargrave, I shall love you forever.” In these verses there is twice used the word Elysian. “Ah!” says Mrs. Veal, “these poets have such names for Heaven.” She would often draw her hand across her own eyes, and say, “Mrs. Bargrave, do not you think I am mightily impaired by my fits?” “No,” says Mrs. Bargrave; “I think you look as well as ever I knew you.”After this discourse, which the apparition put in much finer words than Mrs. Bargrave said she could pretend to, and as much more as she can remember—for it cannot be thought that an hour and three quarter`s conversation could all be retained, though the main of it she thinks she does—she said to Mrs. Bargrave she would have her write a letter to her brother, and tell him she would have him give rings to such and such; and that there was a purse of gold in her cabinet, and that she would have two broad pieces given to her cousin Watson.Talking at this rate, Mrs. Bargrave thought that a fit was coming upon her, and so placed herself on a chair just before her knees, to keep her from falling to the ground, if her fits should occasion it; for the elbow-chair, she thought, would keep her from falling on either side. And to divert Mrs. Veal, as she thought, took hold of her gown-sleeve several times, and commended it. Mrs. Veal told her it was a scoured silk, and newly made up. But, for all this, Mrs. Veal persisted in her request, and told Mrs. Bargrave she must not deny her.
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