About Me
My name is Churchill, Frank Churchill. My father, Mr. Weston was a native of Highbury, and born of a respectable family, which for the last two or three generations had been rising into gentility and property. He had received a good education, but on succeeding early in life to a small independence, had become indisposed for any of the more homely pursuits in which his brothers were engaged; and had satisfied an active, cheerful mind and social temper by entering into the militia of his county, then embodied. Now with the title Captain Weston, he was a general favourite; and when the chances of his military life had introduced him to my mother Miss Churchill, of a great Yorkshire family, and Miss Churchill fell in love with him, nobody was surprized except her brother and his wife, who had never seen him, and who were full of pride and importance, which the connection would offend. My mother, however, being of age, and with the full command of her fortunethough her fortune bore no proportion to the family-estatewas not to be dissuaded from the marriage, and it took place to the infinite mortification of Mr. and Mrs. Churchill, who threw her off with due decorum. It was an unsuitable connection, and did not produce much happiness. My mother ought to have found more in it, for she had a husband whose warm heart and sweet temper made him think every thing due to her in return for the great goodness of being in love with him; but though she had one sort of spirit, she had not the best. She had resolution enough to pursue her own will in spite of her brother, but not enough to refrain from unreasonable regrets at that brother's unreasonable anger, nor from missing the luxuries of her former home. They lived beyond their income, but still it was nothing in comparison of Enscombe: she did not cease to love her husband, but she wanted at once to be the wife of Captain Weston, and Miss Churchill of Enscombe. My father, who had been considered, especially by the Churchills, as making such an amazing match, was proved to have much the worst of the bargain; for when his wife died, after a three years' marriage, he was rather a poorer man than at first, and with a child to maintain, myself of course. From the expense of the child, however, he was soon relieved. I had a lingering illness of his mother's, and Mr. and Mrs. Churchill, having no children of their own, nor any other young creature of equal kindred to care for, offered to take the whole charge of me soon after her decease. Some scruples and some reluctance the widower-father may be supposed to have felt; but as they were overcome by other considerations, I was given up to the care and the wealth of the Churchills, so off to my Aunts extended arms I went, and now she can hardly do with out me. But am planning a visit to Highbury in the next week. My Father has recently remarried. A charming woman as I am told a Miss Taylor, a governess at Hartfield. I tip my hat to the old man that he has found love the second time around. As for me, have I found love? Perhaps I am too much of the jealous type? No, Perhaps I enjoy women far too much to settle for just one, yet. I know when I do find her it will be true everlasting love.
