ABSTRACT
Lady Euston’s frequent visits to the cottage of Miss Davies were at this time interrupted by an event which promised Sir Charles the truest pleasure, as seeming to concentre all his hopes and wishes in his own family; this was the birth of a son, and this circumstance, which increased her husband’s tenderness, and bound her to him by fresh ties, was even in the outset attended with a train of misfortunes; the offspring of the new light; for, unhappily, the system-mongers had been at work here too, and some wiseacre having discovered, that the ancient custom of nursing and confinement was equally unnecessary and absurd, Lady Euston, with her usual aptitude embraced this doctrine, and determined / to give an example of her superiority to those puling and weakly creatures, who, (as she frequently said) were a burthen in their families, merely for want of resolution to break through old and ridiculous customs.
