Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away; for lo the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth, the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in the land.  
To a man who is a little of a philosopher, and a bachelor to boot; and who, by dint¹ of some experience in the follies² of life, begins to look with a learned eye upon the ways of man, and eke³ of woman; to such a man, I say, there is something very entertaining in noticing the conduct of a pair of young lovers. It may not be as grave and scientific a study as the loves of the plants, but it is certainly as interesting.
 
I have therefore derived⁴ much pleasure, since my arrival at the Hall, from observing the fair Julia and her lover. She has all the delightful⁵ blushing consciousness of an artless girl, inexperienced in coquetry, who has made her first conquest; while the captain regards her with that mixture of fondness and exultation⁶, with which a youthful lover is apt to contemplate⁷ so beauteous a prize.
 
I observed them yesterday in the garden, advancing along one of the retired⁸ walks. The sun was shining with delicious warmth, making great masses of bright verdure, and deep blue shade. The cuckoo, that "harbinger of spring," was faintly heard from a distance; the thrush piped from the hawthorn⁹, and the yellow butterflies sported, and toyed, and coquetted in the air.
 
The fair Julia was leaning on her lover's arm, listening to his conversation, with her eyes cast down, a soft blush on her cheek, and a quiet smile on her lips, while in the hand that hung negligently¹⁰ by her side was a bunch of flowers. In this way they were sauntering slowly along, and when I considered them, and the scene in which they were moving, I could not but think it a thousand pities that the season should ever change, or that young people should ever grow older, or that blossoms should give way to fruit, or that lovers should ever get married.
 
From what I have gathered of family anecdote¹¹, I understand that the fair Julia is the daughter of a favourite college friend of the squire¹²; who, after leaving Oxford¹³, had entered the army, and served for many years in India, where he was mortally wounded in a skirmish with the natives. In his last moments he had, with a faltering¹⁴ pen, recommended his wife and daughter to the kindness of his early friend.
 
The widow and her child returned to England helpless, and almost hopeless. When Mr. Bracebridge received accounts of their situation, he hastened to their relief. He reached them just in time to soothe¹⁵ the last moments of the mother, who was dying of a consumption, and to make her happy in the assurance that her child should never want a protector.
 
The good squire returned with his prattling¹⁶ charge to his stronghold, where he has brought her up with a tenderness truly paternal¹⁷. As he has taken some pains to superintend her education, and form her taste, she has grown up with many of his notions, and considers him the wisest as well as the best of men. Much of her time, too, has been passed with Lady Lillycraft, who has instructed her in the manners of the old school, and enriched her mind with all kinds of novels and romances. Indeed, her ladyship has had a great hand in promoting the match between Julia and the captain, having had them together at her country seat the moment she found there was an attachment¹⁸ growing up between them: the good lady being never so happy as when she has a pair of turtles cooing about her.
 
I have been pleased to see the fondness with which the fair Julia is regarded by the old servants of the Hall. She has been a pet with them from childhood, and every one seems to lay some claim to her education; so that it is no wonder that she should be extremely accomplished¹⁹. The gardener taught her to rear flowers, of which she is extremely fond. Old Christy, the pragmatical huntsman, softens²⁰ when she approaches; and as she sits lightly and gracefully²¹ in her saddle, claims the merit of having taught her to ride; while the housekeeper²², who almost looks upon her as a daughter, intimates that she first gave her an insight into the mysteries of the toilet, having been dressing-maid in her young days to the late Mrs. Bracebridge. I am inclined to credit this last claim, as I have noticed that the dress of the young lady had an air of the old school, though managed with native taste, and that her hair was put up very much in the style of Sir Peter Lely's portraits in the picture-gallery.
 
Her very musical attainments²³ partake of this old-fashioned character, and most of her songs are such as are not at the present day to be found on the piano of a modern performer. I have, however, seen so much of modern fashions, modern accomplishments²⁴, and modern fine ladies, that I relish²⁵ this tinge²⁶ of antiquated²⁷ style in so young and lovely a girl; and I have had as much pleasure in hearing her warble one of the old songs of Herrick, or Carew, or Suckling, adapted to some simple old melody, as I have had from listening to a lady amateur skylark it up and down through the finest bravura²⁸ of Rossini or Mozart.
 
We have very pretty music in the evenings, occasionally, between her and the captain, assisted sometimes by Master Simon, who scrapes, dubiously²⁹, on his violin; being very apt to get out, and to halt a note or two in the rear. Sometimes he even thrums a little on the piano, and takes a part in a trio, in which his voice can generally be distinguished³⁰ by a certain quavering tone, and an occasional false note.
 
I was praising the fair Julia's performance to him after one of her songs, when I found he took to himself the whole credit of having formed her musical taste, assuring me that she was very apt; and, indeed, summing up her whole character in his knowing way, by adding, that "she was a very nice girl, and had no nonsense about her."