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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, la- belled 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 na- tive village. And, underlying all, deeper than anything else, higher and broader, lay the strongest principle of her being-conscientiousness. Nowhere is con- science 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 cer- tain that the “path of duty,” as she commonly phrased it, lay in any given direc- tion, 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 he- roic ardor to reach it, she never actually did so, and of course was burdened with |
