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Castle Rackrent by Maria Edgeworth
Introduction by Anne Thackeray Ritchie
The story of the Edgeworth Family, if it were properly told,
should be as long as the ARABIAN NIGHTS themselves; the thousand
and one cheerful intelligent members of the circle, the amusing
friends and relations, the charming surroundings, the cheerful
hospitable home, all go to make up an almost unique history of a
county family of great parts and no little character. The
Edgeworths were people of good means and position, and their
rental, we are told, amounted to nearly L3000 a year. At one
time there was some talk of a peerage for Mr. Edgeworth, but he
was considered too independent for a peerage.
The family tradition seems to have been unconventional and
spirited always. There are records still extant in the present
Mr. Edgeworth's possession,--papers of most wonderful vitality
for parchment,--where you may read passionate remonstrances and
adjurations from great-grandfathers to great-great-grandfathers,
and where great-great-grandmothers rush into the discussion with
vehement spelling and remonstrance, and make matters no better by
their interference. I never read more passionately eloquent
letters and appeals. There are also records of a pleasanter
nature; merrymakings, and festive preparations, and 12s. 6d. for
a pair of silk stockings for Miss Margaret Edgeworth to dance in,
carefully entered into the family budget. All the people whose
portraits are hanging up, beruffled, dignified, calm, and
periwigged, on the old walls of Edgeworthstown certainly had
extraordinarily strong impressions, and gave eloquent expression
to them. I don't think people could feel quite so strongly now
about their own affairs as they did then; there are so many
printed emotions, so many public events, that private details
cannot seem quite as important. Edgeworths of those days were
farther away from the world than they are now, dwelling in the
plains of Longford, which as yet were not crossed by iron rails.
The family seems to have made little of distances, and to have
ridden and posted to and fro from Dublin to Edgeworthstown in
storm and sunshine.
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