ies 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