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quiet obtuseness； its utter ignorance of any claims but her own。 From her infancy； she had been surrounded with servants； who lived only to study her caprices； the idea that they had either feelings or rights had never dawned upon her； even in distant perspective。 Her father； whose only child she had been； had never denied her anything that lay within the compass of human possibility； and when she entered life； beautiful； acomomplished； and an heiress； she had； of course； all the eligibles and non…eligibles of the other sex sighing at her feet； and she had no doubt that Augustine was a most fortunate man in having obtained her。 It is a great mistake to suppose that a woman with no heart will be an easy creditor in the exchange of affection。 There is not on earth a more merciless exactor of love from others than a thoroughly selfish woman； and the more unlovely she grows； the more jealously and scrupulously she exacts love； to the uttermost farthing。 When； therefore； St。 Clare began to drop off those gallantries and small attentions which flowed at first through the habitude of courtship； he found his sultana no way ready to resign her slave； there were abundance of tears； poutings； and small tempests； there were discontents； pinings； upbraidings。 St。 Clare was good…natured and self…indulgent； and sought to buy off with presents and flatteries； and when Marie became mother to a beautiful daughter； he really felt awakened； for a time； to something like tenderness。
St。 Clare’s mother had been a woman of uncommon elevation and purity of character； and he gave to his child his mother’s name； fondly fancying that she would prove a reproduction of her image。 The thing had been remarked with petulant jealousy by his wife； and she regarded her husband’s absorbing devotion to the child with suspicion and dislike； all that was given to her seemed so much taken from herself。 From the time of the birth of this child； her health gradually sunk。 A life of constant inaction； bodily and mental；—the friction of ceaseless ennui and discontent； united to the ordinary weakness which attended the period of maternity；—in course of a few years changed the blooming young belle into a yellow faded； sickly woman； whose time was divided among a variety of fanciful diseases； and who considered herself； in every sense； the most ill…used and suffering person in existence。
There was no end of her various complaints； but her principal forte appeared to lie in sick…headache； which sometimes would confine her to her room three days out of six。 As； of course； all family arrangements fell into the hands of servants； St。 Clare found his menage anything but comfortable。 His only daughter was exceedingly delicate； and he feared that； with no one to look after her and attend to her； her health and life might yet fall a sacrifice to her mother’s inefficiency。 He had taken her with him on a tour to Vermont； and had persuaded his cousin； Miss Ophelia St。 Clare； to return with him to his southern residence； and they are now returning on this boat； where we have introduced them to our readers。
And now； while the distant domes and spires of New Orleans rise to our view； there is yet time for an introduction to Miss Ophelia。
Whoever has travelled in the New England States will remember； in some cool village； the large farmhouse； with its clean…swept grassy yard； shaded by the dense and massive foliage of the sugar maple； and remember the air of order and stillness； of perpetuity and unchanging repose； that seemed to breathe over the whole place。 Nothing lost； or out of order； not a picket loose in the fence； not a particle of litter in the turfy yard； with its clumps of lilac bushes growing up under the windows。 Within； he will remember wide； clean rooms； where nothing ever seems to be doing or going to be done； where everything is once and forever rigidly in place； and where all household arrangements move with the punctual exactness of the old clock in the corner。 In the family “keeping…room；” as it is termed； he will remember the staid； respectable old book…case； with its glass doors； where Rollin’s History；1 Milton’s Paradise Lost； Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress； and Scott’s Family Bible；2 stand side by side in decorous order； with multitudes of other books； equally solemn and respectable。 There are no servants in the house； but the lady in the snowy cap； with the spectacles； who sits sewing every afternoon among her daughters； as if nothing ever had been done； or were to be done；—she and her girls； in some long…forgotten fore part of the day； “did up the work；” and for the rest of the time； probably； at all hours when you would see them； it is “done up。” The old kitchen floor never seems stained or spotted； the tables； the chairs； and the various cooking utensils； never seem deranged or disordered； though three and sometimes four meals a day are got there； though the family washing and ironing is there performed； and though pounds of butter and cheese are in some silent and mysterious manner there brought into existence。
On such a farm； in such a house and family； Miss Ophelia had spent a quiet existence of some forty…five years； when her cousin invited her to visit his southern mansion。 The eldest of a large family； she was still considered by her father and mother as one of “the children；” and the proposal that she should go to Orleans was a most momentous one to the family circle。 The old gray…headed father took down Morse’s Atlas3 out of the book…case； and looked out the exact latitude and longitude； and read Flint’s Travels in the South and West；4 to make up his own mind as to the nature of the country。
The good mother inquired； anxiously； “if Orleans wasn’t an awful wicked place；” saying； “that it seemed to her most equal to going to the Sandwich Islands； or anywhere among the heathen。”
It was known at the minister’s and at the doctor’s； and at Miss Peabody’s milliner shop； that Ophelia St。 Clare was “talking about” going away down to Orleans with her cousin； and of course the whole village could do no less than help this very important process of taking about the matter。 The minister； who inclined strongly to abolitionist views； was quite doubtful whether such a step might not tend somewhat to encourage the southerners in holding on to their slaves； while the doctor； who was a stanch colonizationist； inclined to the opinion that Miss Ophelia ought to go； to show the Orleans people that we don’t think hardly of them； after all。 He was of opinion； in fact； that southern people needed encouraging。 When however； the fact that she had resolved to go was fully before the public mind； she was solemnly invited out to tea by all her friends and neighbors for the space of a fortnight； and her prospects and plans duly canvassed and inquired into。 Miss Moseley； who came into the house to help to do the dress…making； acquired daily acomessions of importance from the developments with regard to Miss Ophelia’s wardrobe which she had been enabled to make。 It was credibly ascertained that Squire Sinclare； as his name was commonly contracted in the neighborhood； had counted out fifty dollars； and given them to Miss Ophelia； and told her to buy any clothes she thought best； and that two new silk dresses； and a bonnet； had been sent for from Boston。 As to the propriety of this extraordinary outlay； the public mind was divided；—some affirming that it was well enough； all things considered； for once in one’s life； and others stoutly affirming that the money had better have been sent to the missionaries； but all parties agreed that there had been no such parasol seen in those parts as had been sent on from New York； and that she had one silk dress that might fairly be trusted to stand alone； whatever might be said of its mistress。 There were credible rumors； also； of a hemstitched pocket…handkerchief； and report even went so far as to state that Miss Ophelia had one pocket…handkerchief with lace all around it；—it was even added that it was worked in the corners； but this latter point was never satisfactorily ascertained； and remains； in fact； unsettled to this day。
Miss Ophelia； as you now behold her； stands before you； in a very shining brown linen travelling…dress； tall； square…formed； and angular。 Her face was thin； and rather sharp in its outlines； the lips compressed； like those of a person who is in the habit of making up her mind definitely on all subjects； while the keen； dark eyes had a peculiarly searching； advised movement； and travelled over everything； as if they were looking for something to take care of。
All her movements were sharp； decided； and energetic； and； though she was never much of a talker； her words were remarkably direct； and to the purpose； when she did speak。
In her habits； she was a living impersonation of order； method； and exactness。 In punctuality； she was as inevitable as a clock； and as inexorable as a railroad engine； and she held in most decided contempt and abomination anything of a contrary character。
The great sin of sins； in her eyes；—the sum of all evils；—was expressed by one very common and important word in her vocabulary—“shiftlessness。” Her finale and ultimatum of contempt consisted in a very emphatic pronunciation of the word “shiftless；” and by this she characterized all modes of procedure which had not a direct and inevitable relation to acomomplishment of some purpose then definitely had in mind。 People who did nothing； or who did not know exactly what they were going to do； or who did not take the most direct way to acomomplish what they set their hands to； were objects of her entire contempt；—a contempt shown less frequently by anything she said； than by a kind of stony grimness； as if she scorned to say anything about the matter。
As to mental cultivation；—she had a clear； strong； active mind； was well and thoroughly read in history and the older English classics； and thought with great strength within certain narrow limits。 Her theological tenets were all made up； labelled in most positive and distinct forms； and put by； like the bundles in her patch trunk； there were just so many of them； and there were never to be any more。 So； also； were her ideas with regard to most matters of practical life；—such as housekeeping in all its branches； and the various political relations of her native village。 And； underlying all； deeper than anything else； higher and broader； lay the strongest principle of her being—conscientiousness。 Nowhere is conscience so dominant and all…absorbing as with New England women。 It is the granite formation； which lies deepest； and rises out； even to the tops of the highest mountains。
Miss Ophelia was the absolute bond…slave of the “ought。” Once make her certain that the “path of duty；” as she commonly phrased it； lay in any given direction； and fire and water could not keep her from it。 She would walk straight down into a well； or up to a loaded cannon’s mouth； if she were only quite sure that there the path lay。 Her standard of right was so high； so all…embracing； so minute； and making so few concessions to human frailty； that； though she strove with heroic ardor to reach it； she never actually did so； and of course was burdened with a constant and often harassing sense of deficiency；—this gave a severe and somewhat gloomy cast to her religious character。
But； how in the world can Miss Ophelia get along with Augustine St。 Clare；—gay； easy； unpunctual； unpractical； sceptical；—in short；—walking with impudent and nonchalant freedom over every one of her most cherished habits and opinions？
To tell the truth； then； Miss Ophelia loved him。 When a boy； it had been hers to teach him his catechism； mend his clothes； comb his hair； and bring him up generally in the way he should go； and her heart having a warm side to it； Augustine had； as he usually did with most people； monopolized a large share of it for himself； and therefore it was that he sucomeeded very easily in persuading her that the “path of duty” lay in the direction of New Orleans； and that she must go with him to take care of Eva； and keep everything from going to wreck and ruin during the frequent illnesses of his wife。 The idea of a house without anybody to take care of it went to her heart； then she loved th