Charlotte Temple

Charlotte Temple

by Susanna Haswell Rowson

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Overview

The sentimental novels of the early national period were considered a danger to society and were criticized for the corrupting influence they had on the minds of their mostly young and female audience. They told tales of vice and intrigue that purported to be "based on fact" and also advocated the need for better female education that would prepare young women against sweet-talking seducers. Extremely popular in America after the Revolution and throughout the nineteenth century, Charlotte Temple and The Coquette were two of the most successful novels of the period. Reprinted here in their entirety, with Introductions by the literary scholar Cathy N. Davidson, they offer the modern student a glimpse at the earliest American popular fiction.

Charlotte Temple, the most popular novel in America until Harriet Beecher Stowe's Uncle Tom's Cabin, went through over 200 editions. It tells of a beautiful English girl who at the age of 15 is courted by and runs away with a British lieutenant named Montraville.

Susanna Rowson, the daughter of a British naval officer, was one of the most accomplished women of the early national period. Actress, song-writer, novelist, poet, dramatist, and essayist, she was also the founder of one of the most progressive academies for young women of her day. She remained best-known, however, for Charlotte Temple, a novel that promised to be "of service to [the]...young and unprotected woman in her first entrance into life."

In her Introduction, Cathy Davidson discusses the enormous popularity of the book and the life of Susanna Rowson, which was even more sensational than those of the characters depicted in the novel.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9783732666065
Publisher: Outlook Verlag
Publication date: 04/07/2018
Pages: 154
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.50(d)

About the Author

Susanna Rowson, née Haswell (1762 - 2 March 1824) was a British-American novelist, poet, playwright, religious writer, stage actress, and educator.
Rowson was the author of the 1791 novel Charlotte Temple, the most popular best-seller in American literature until Harriet Beecher Stowe's Uncle Tom's Cabin was published in 1852.
It was as governess that she wrote her first work, Victoria, dedicated to the Duchess of Devonshire, published in 1786, and in the same year she married William Rowson, a hardware merchant and Royal Horse Guards trumpeter. In 1791, she published the novel now referred to as Charlotte Temple; it became the first American best-selling novel. After William's hardware business failed, he and Susanna turned to acting. In 1793, as a member of the theater company of Thomas Wignell, she returned to America, performing in Philadelphia.

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Charlotte Temple


By Susanna Rowson

Random House

Copyright (C) 2004 by Susanna Rowson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0812971213


Chapter One

CHAPTER I

A Boarding School

“Are you for a walk,” said Montraville to his companion, as they arose from table; “are you for a walk? or shall we order the chaise and proceed to Portsmouth?” Belcour preferred the former; and they sauntered out to view the town, and to make remarks on the inhabitants, as they returned from church.

Montraville was a Lieutenant in the army: Belcour was his brother officer: they had been to take leave of their friends previous to their departure for America, and were now returning to Portsmouth, where the troops waited orders for embarkation. They had stopped at Chichester to dine; and knowing they had sufficient time to reach the place of destination before dark, and yet allow them a walk, had resolved, it being Sunday afternoon, to take a survey of the Chichester ladies as they returned from their devotions.

They had gratified their curiosity, and were preparing to return to the inn without honouring any of the belles with particular notice, when Madame Du Pont, at the head of her school, descended from the church. Such an assemblage of youth and innocence naturally attracted the young soldiers: they stopped; and, as the little cavalcade passed, almost involuntarily pulled off their hats. A tall, elegant girl looked at Montraville and blushed: he instantly recollected the features of Charlotte Temple, whom he had once seen and danced with at a ball at Portsmouth. At that time he thought on her only as a very lovely child, she being then only thirteen; but the improvement two years had made in her person, and the blush of recollection which suffused her cheeks as she passed, awakened in his bosom new and pleasing ideas. Vanity led him to think that pleasure at again beholding him might have occasioned the emotion he had witnessed, and the same vanity led him to wish to see her again.

“She is the sweetest girl in the world,” said he, as he entered the inn. Belcour stared. “Did you not notice her?” continued Montraville: “she had on a blue bonnet, and with a pair of lovely eyes of the same colour, has contrived to make me feel devilish odd about the heart.”

“Pho,” said Belcour, “a musket ball from our friends, the Americans, may in less than two months make you feel worse.”

“I never think of the future,” replied Montraville, “but am determined to make the most of the present, and would willingly compound with any kind Familiar who would inform me who the girl is, and how I might be likely to obtain an interview.”

But no kind Familiar at that time appearing, and the chaise which they had ordered, driving up to the door, Montraville and his companion were obliged to take leave of Chichester and its fair inhabitant, and proceed on their journey.

But Charlotte had made too great an impression on his mind to be easily eradicated: having therefore spent three whole days in thinking on her and in endeavouring to form some plan for seeing her, he determined to set off for Chichester, and trust to chance either to favour or frustrate his designs. Arriving at the verge of the town, he dismounted, and sending the servant forward with the horses, proceeded toward the place, where, in the midst of an extensive pleasure ground, stood the mansion which contained the lovely Charlotte Temple. Mon- traville leaned on a broken gate, and looked earnestly at the house. The wall which surrounded it was high, and perhaps the Argus’s who guarded the Hesperian fruit within, were more watchful than those famed of old.

“ ’Tis a romantic attempt,” said he; “and should I even succeed in seeing and conversing with her, it can be productive of no good: I must of necessity leave England in a few days, and probably may never return; why then should I endeavour to engage the affections of this lovely girl, only to leave her a prey to a thousand inquietudes, of which at present she has no idea? I will return to Portsmouth and think no more about her.”

The evening now was closed; a serene stilness reigned; and the chaste Queen of Night with her silver crescent faintly illuminated the hemisphere. The mind of Montraville was hushed into composure by the serenity of the surrounding objects. “I will think on her no more,” said he, and turned with an intention to leave the place; but as he turned, he saw the gate which led to the pleasure grounds open, and two women come out, who walked arm-in-arm across the field.

“I will at least see who these are,” said he. He overtook them, and giving them the compliments of the evening, begged leave to see them into the more frequented parts of the town: but how was he delighted, when, waiting for an answer, he discovered, under the concealment of a large bonnet, the face of Charlotte Temple.

He soon found means to ingratiate himself with her companion, who was a French teacher at the school, and, at parting, slipped a letter he had purposely written, into Charlotte’s hand, and five guineas into that of Mademoiselle, who promised she would endeavour to bring her young charge into the field again the next evening.



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Table of Contents

Acknowledgments ix(2)
Introduction xi(24)
Note on the Text xxxv(2)
Selected Bibliography xxxvii(2)
Chronology of Susanna Haswell Rowson xxxix
Advertisement from the original British edition (1791) 1(4)
Preface 5(3)
VOLUME I. Title page of the first American edition (1794)
8(1)
CHAPTER I. A Boarding School
9(2)
CHAPTER II. Domestic Concerns
11(4)
CHAPTER III. Unexpected Misfortunes
15(4)
CHAPTER IV. Change of Fortune
19(4)
CHAPTER V. Such Things Are
23(3)
CHAPTER VI. An Intriguing Teacher
26(3)
CHAPTER VII. Natural Sense of Propriety Inherent in the Female Bosom.
29(4)
CHAPTER VIII. Domestic Pleasures Planned
33(3)
CHAPTER IX. We Know Not What a Day May Bring Forth
36(3)
CHAPTER X. When We Have Excited Curiosity, It Is But an Act of Good Nature to Gratify It.
39(3)
CHAPTER XI. Conflict of Love and Duty.
42(2)
CHAPTER XII. Nature's last, best gift: Creature in whom excell'd whatever could To sight or thought be nam'd! Holy, divine! good, amiable, and sweet! How thou art falln'!
44(4)
CHAPTER XIII. Cruel Disappointment.
48(3)
CHAPTER XIV. Maternal Sorrow.
51(3)
CHAPTER XV. Embarkation.
54(3)
CHAPTER XVI. Necessary Digression.
57(3)
CHAPTER XVII. A Wedding
60(5)
VOLUME II.
CHAPTER XVIII. Reflections.
65(3)
CHPATER XIX. A Mistake Discovered.
68(3)
CHAPTER XX. Virtue never appears so amiable as when reaching forth her hand to raise a fallen sister. Chapter of Accidents.
71(5)
CHAPTER XXI. Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see, That mercy I to others show That mercy show to me. Pope
76(3)
CHAPTER XXII. Sorrows of the Heart.
79(3)
CHAPTER XXIII. A Man May Smile, and Smile, and Be a Villain.
82(3)
CHAPTER XXIV. Mystery Developed.
85(4)
CHAPTER XXV. Reception of a Letter.
89(2)
CHAPTER XXVI. What Might Be Expected.
91(3)
CHAPTER XXVII. Pensive she mourn'd, and hung her languid head, Like a fair lily overcharg'd with dew.
94(4)
CHAPTER XXVIII. We Go Forward Again.
98(3)
CHAPTER XXIX. We Go Forward Again.
101(3)
CHAPTER XXX. And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep, A shade that follows wealth and fame, But leaves the wretch to weep.
104(3)
CHAPTER XXXI. Subject Continued.
107(3)
CHAPTER XXXII. Reasons Why and Wherefore.
110(2)
CHAPTER XXXIII. Which People Void of Feeling Need Not Read.
112(4)
CHAPTER XXXIV. Retribution.
116(2)
CHAPTER XXXV. Conclusion.
118

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