Eulogy For Mr. Bennet's Character

Well, how pleased I am! Not one, but two of my daughters will be settled in equitable estates just before the bitter winter comes knocking. Oh, my dear Elizabeth, she is not nearly as beauteous as my Jane, I would never have thought she could capture a bit of interest in anyone's eyes; she is a very headstrong foolish girl to be sure, indeed more stubborn hard than a hammered iron! But Mr Collins. What a decent business to be part with. Oh, that name I could not bear to hear mention nor could I ever speak to is now somewhat high in my good graces. Although, I still am most exhausted by his common, dullest and most threadbare topics that are of any discussion when I am with him; often it feels like an acid bath for my nerves. But, he is certainly

Oh, I can never understand how Mr Bennet is fond of such character. I suppose my dear Mr Bennet is just as teasing and nonsensical, him never having any compassion for my poor nerves at all!

Oh, have I endeavored to comprehend Elizabeth’s character for many lingering years and my husband’s for three-and-twenty years, but from that day at Mr Bennet’s library when Lizzy had been three-and-ten years old, I realized that her and Mr Bennet’s temperament is impossible to understand, as impossible as for one buried alive to lift his gravestone! It

Why as Mr Bennet had already retired into his chair and began his writing, as was his custom from breakfast ‘til supper, and Elizabeth had been nominally engaged with the books off his shelves; though what had frustrated me the most was that at three-and-ten years old, my second eldest was engrossed in books that not even I could now fathom. Surely, I am accountable for my child’s upbringing, to teach her needlework, painting and music but somehow, she was magnetized to Mr Bennet and his inundated collection of books. Oh, how they both fell into serene silence in that room; their breathing had even seamlessly harmonized with each other. I certainly had felt envious and bitter towards their companionship as mine had instead staggered against theirs, falling sleazily out of rhythm from their composition. Oh, being a woman of such impeccable communal abilities, I never have felt so out of place; particularly in my own family home. Goodness, when I caught Mr Bennet glancing