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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 south- ern 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 Or- leans was a most momentous one to the family circle. The old gray-headed father took down Morse’s Atlas out of the book-case, and looked out the exact latitude and longitude; and read Flint’s Travels in the South and West, 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 Is- lands, or anywhere among the heathen.” It was known at the minister’s, and at the doctor’s, and at Miss Peabody’s mil- liner shop, that Ophelia St. Clare was “talking about” going away down to Or- leans with her cousin; and of course the whole village could do no less than help this very important process of talking about the matter. The minister, who in- clined 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 |
