UNCLE TOM'S CABIN
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60 <strong>UNCLE</strong> TOM S <strong>CABIN</strong> : CR,<br />
A"VU" me was a Huguenot French lady,whose<br />
fanaijhad emigrated to Louisiana during the<br />
days t. '.'its early settlement. Augustine and<br />
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another, brother were the onlychildren of their<br />
parentii Having inherited from his mother an<br />
too late. I believed<br />
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I have received yours,<br />
exceedis. $ delicacyof constitution, he was, at the<br />
all I heard. I was desperateỊ am married,<br />
instance af physicians, during many years of his and all is over. Onlyforget, it is allthat<br />
boyhoodsent to the care of his uncle in Vermont,<br />
remains for either of us."<br />
in order that his constitution might be And thus ended the whole romance and ideal<br />
strength, by the cold of a more bracingclimate.<br />
of life for AugustineSt. Clare. But the real<br />
remained," the real, like the flat,bare, oozy tidemud,<br />
In childhood,he was remarkable for an extreme<br />
when the blue sparkling wave, with all its<br />
and marked sensitiveness of character,more akin company of gliding boats and white-winged ships,<br />
to the softness of woman than the ordinary its music of oars and chimingwaters, has gone<br />
of his own sex. Time, however, overgrew<br />
this softness with the<br />
rough bark of manhood,<br />
and but few knew how livingand fresh it still<br />
lay at the core. His talents were of the very first<br />
the hour that comes onlyonce ; his star rose in<br />
the<br />
star that rises so often in<br />
"<br />
horizon, that<br />
vain,to be remembered only as a thing of dreams ; weave again into a tissue of brightness. But<br />
and it rose for him in vain. To drop the figure, Marie St. Clare could not even see that theyhad<br />
saw and won the love of a high-mindedand been broken. As before stated șhe consistedof<br />
beautiful woman, in one of the northern states, a fine figure, a pairof splendideyes,<br />
and a hundred<br />
and theywere affianced. He returned south to thousand dollars ; and none of these items<br />
make arrangements for their marriage,when, were precisely the ones to minister to a mind<br />
most unexpectedly,his letterswere returned to diseased.<br />
him by mail,with a short note from her guardian, When Augustine,pale as death,was found<br />
Btating to him that ere this reached him the lady lying on the sofa,and pleadedsudden sick-headache<br />
would be the wife of another. Stung to madness,<br />
as the cause of his distresș she recommended<br />
he vainlyhoped, as<br />
many another has done, to to him to smell of hartshorn ; and when the paleness<br />
fling the whole tilingfrom his heart by one desperate<br />
and headache came on week afterweek, she<br />
effort. Too proud to supplicate or seek only said that she never thoughtMr. St. Clare<br />
explanation, he threw himself at once into a was sickly ; but it seems he was very<br />
liable to<br />
whirl of fashionable society, and in a fortnight sick-headaches, and that it was a very<br />
unfortunate<br />
from the time of the fatal letter was the accepted thingfor her,because he didn't enjoygoing<br />
lover of the reigning belle of the season ; and as into company with her,and it seemed odd to go<br />
soon as arrangements could be made, he became so much alone,when they were just married.<br />
the husband of a fine figure, a pairof bright dark Augustinewas glad in his heart that he had<br />
eyes, and a hundred thousand dollars ; and, of married so undiscerning a woman ; but as the<br />
course, everybodythoughthim a happyfellow. glosses and civilities of the honeymoon wore<br />
The married couplewere enjoyingtheir honeymoon,<br />
away, he discovered that a beautiful young<br />
woman,<br />
and entertaining a brilliantcircleof friends who has lived all her lifeto be caressed and<br />
in their splendidvilla,<br />
waited on, mightprove quitea hard mistress in<br />
near Lake Pontchar train,<br />
when, one day,a letter was broughtto him in<br />
that well-remembered writing. It was handed to<br />
him while he was in full tide of gay and successful<br />
conversation,in a whole room-full of company,<br />
lie turned deadlypalewhen he saw the writing,<br />
but still preserved his composure,<br />
and finished<br />
the playfulwarfare of badinage which he was at<br />
the moment carryingon with a ladyopposite ;<br />
and,a short time after,was missed from the circle.<br />
In his room, alone,he openedand read the<br />
letter,- now worse than idle and useless to be<br />
read. It was from her,giving a longaccount of<br />
a persecutian to which she had been exposedby<br />
her guardian's familyțo lead her to unite herself<br />
with their son ; and she related how, for a<br />
long time,his lettershad ceased to arrive ; how<br />
she had written time and again țillshe became<br />
weary and doubtful ; how her health had failed<br />
under her anxieties, and how, at last șhe had<br />
discovered the whole fraud which had been practised<br />
on them both. The letter ended with<br />
expressionsof hope and thankfulness, and<br />
pio<br />
fessionsof undyingaffection,which were more<br />
bitter than death to the unhappy young man.<br />
He wrote to her immediately :<br />
down, and there it lies,flat,slimy,bare," exceedingly<br />
real.<br />
Of course, in a novel,people's hearts break,<br />
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and theydie,and that is the end of it ; and in a<br />
order,althoughhis mind showed a preferencestory very convenient. But in real life<br />
alwaysfor the ideal and the aesthetic, and there we do not die when all that makes life bright<br />
was about him that repugnance to the actual dies to us. There is a most busy and important<br />
business of lifewhich is the common result of round of eating,drinking, dressing,walking,visiting,<br />
this balance of the faculties. Soon after the buying,selling, talking, reading,and all<br />
completion of his college course, his whole nature that makes up what is commonly called living,<br />
was kindled into one intense and passionateeffervescenceyet<br />
gone through; and this yetremained to<br />
of romantic passion. His hour came, Augustine. Had his wife been a whole woman,<br />
she mightyet have done something as woman<br />
can<br />
"<br />
mend the broken threads of life,and<br />
domestic life. Marie never had possessed much<br />
capability of affection, or much sensibility, and<br />
the littlethat she had,had been merged into a<br />
most intense and unconscious selfishness ; a selfishness<br />
the more hopeless, from its quietobtuseness,<br />
its utter ignorance of any claims but aer<br />
own. From her infancyșhe had been surrounded<br />
with servants, who lived only to study het caprices<br />
; the idea that they had either feeling j or<br />
rightshad never dawned upon her,even in distant<br />
perspective. Her father,whose onlychild<br />
she had been, had never denied her anything<br />
that lay within the compass of human possibility;<br />
and when she entered life,beautiful, accomplished,<br />
and an heiressșhe had,of course, ail the<br />
eligibles and non-eligibles of the other sex sighing<br />
at her feet,and she had no doubt that Augustine<br />
was a most fortunate man in having obtained<br />
her. It is a great mistake to suppose that a<br />
woman with no heart will be an 'iisy creditorin<br />
the exchangeof affection. There is not on earth