A Beautiful girl, gay, lively, and agreeable, was wedded
to a man of clumsy figure, coarse features, and a stupid physiognomy.
A kind friend said to her one day – “My dear Julia, how came
you to marry that man?”
The question is a natural one. My husband, I confess,
is not graceful in his appearance, nor attractive in his conversation.
But he is so amiable! And goodness, although less fascinating than beauty
or wit, will please equally at least, and it is certainly more durable.
We often see objects which appear repulsive at first; but if we see them
every day, we become accustomed to them, and at length, not only view
them without aversion, but with feelings of attachment. The impression
which goodness makes on the heart is gradual; but it remains forever.
Listen, and I will tell you how I came to marry my husband.
I was quite young when he was introduced for the first
time into the house of my parents. He was awkward in his manner, uncouth
in his appearance, and my companions used often to ridicule him; and I
confess I was frequently tempted to join them, but was restrained by my
mother, who used to say to me in a low voice, “He is so amiable!”
And then it occurred to me that he was always kind and obliging; and whenever
our villagers assembled together at our fetes and dances, he was always
at the disposal of the mistress of the house, and was profuse in his attentions
to those whose age or ugliness caused them to be neglected. Others laughed
at his singularity in this respect, but I whispered to myself, “He
is so amiable.”
One morning my mother called me to her boudoir, and told
me that the young man who is now my husband has made application for my
hand. I was not surprised at this, for I had already suspected he regarded
me with an eye of affection. I was now placed in a dilemma, and hardly
knew how to act. When I recollected his ill-favoured looks and awkwardness,
I was on the point of saying, “I will not wed him,” and I
blushed for him, which is strong proof that I even then felt interested
in him; but when I recalled the many excellent traits in his character,
and dwelt on his benevolent and good actions, I dismissed the idea of
banishing him from my presence. I could not resolve to afflict him, and
I whispered to myself, “He is so amiable”
He continued to visit me, encouraged by my parents and
cheered by my smiles. My other admirers one by one left me, but I did
not regret their absence. I repeated the expression “He is so amiable”
so often, that it seemed to me to carry the same meaning as “He
is so handsome.” I loved him, and took him as my husband.
Since then, I have not only been resigned to my fate,
but happy. My husband loves me devotedly, and how can I help loving him?
“He is so amiable.”
There is something extremely touching in his love which
beauty entertains for goodness, and there is no longer a doubt that some
women love form a feeling of benevolence, or tender compassion, regulated
by reason. Such an affection will know no change. It has a firm basis,
and will endure through life.