Chapter XXII.

Gentle Octavia, Let your best love draw

to that point, which seeks But to preserve it.

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.

We shall not say it was an accident that brought Paul and Eve side by

side, and a little separated from the others; for a secret sympathy

had certainly exercised its influence over both, and probably

contributed as much as any thing else towards bringing about the

circumstance. Although the Wigwam stood in the centre of the village,

its grounds covered several acres, and were intersected with winding

walks, and ornamented with shrubbery, in the well-known English

style, improvements also of John Effingham; for, while the climate

and forests of America offer so many inducements to encourage

landscape gardening, it is the branch of art that, of all the other

ornamental arts, is perhaps the least known in this country. It is

true, time had not yet brought the labours of the projector to

perfection, in this instance; but enough had been done to afford very

extensive, varied, and pleasing walks. The grounds were broken, and

John Effingham had turned the irregularities to good account, by

planting and leading paths among them, to the great amusement of the

lookers-on, however, who, like true disciples of the Manhattanese

economy, had already begun to calculate the cost of what they termed

grading the lawns, it being with them as much a matter of course to

bring pleasure grounds down to a mathematical surface, as to bring a

rail-road route down to the proper level.

Through these paths, and among the irregularities, groves, and

shrubberies, just mentioned, the party began to stroll; one group

taking a direction eastward, another south, and a third westward, in

a way soon to break them up into five or six different divisions.

These several portions of the company ere long got to move in

opposite directions, by taking the various paths, and while they

frequently met, they did not often re-unite. As has been already

intimated, Eve and Paul were alone, for the first time in their

lives, under circumstances that admitted of an uninterrupted

confidential conversation. Instead of profiting immediately, however,

by this unusual occurrence, as many of our readers may anticipate,

the young man continued the discourse, in which the whole party had

been engaged when they entered the gate that communicated with the

street.

"I know not whether you felt the same embarrassment as myself, to-

day, Miss Effingham," he said, "when the orator was dilating on the

glories of the republic, and on the high honours that accompany the

American name. Certainly, though a pretty extensive traveller, I have

never yet been able to discover that it is any advantage abroad to be

one of the 'fourteen millions of freemen.'"

"Are we to attribute the mystery that so long hung over your birth-

place, to this fact," Eve asked, a little pointedly.

"If I have made any seeming mystery, as to the place of my birth, it

has been involuntary on my part, Miss Effingham, so far as you, at

least, have been concerned. I may not have thought myself authorized

to introduce my own history into our little discussions, but I am not

conscious of aiming at any unusual concealments. At Vienna, and in

Switzerland, we met as travellers; and now that you appear disposed

to accuse me of concealment, I may retort, and say that, neither you

nor your father ever expressly stated in my presence that you were

Americans."

"Was that necessary, Mr. Powis?"

"Perhaps not; and I am wrong to draw a comparison between my own

insignificance, and the éclat that attended you and your movements."

"Nay," interrupted Eve, "do not misconceive me. My father felt an

interest in you, quite naturally, after what had occurred on the lake

of Lucerne, and I believe he was desirous of making you out a

countryman,--a pleasure that he has at length received."

"To own the truth, I was never quite certain, until my last visit to

England, on which side of the Atlantic I was actually born, and to

this uncertainty, perhaps, may be attributed some of that

cosmopolitism to which I made so many high pretensions in our late

passage."

"Not know where you were born!" exclaimed Eve, with an involuntary

haste, that she immediately repented.

"This, no doubt, sounds odd to you, Miss Effingham, who have always

been the pride and solace of a most affectionate father, but it has

never been my good fortune to know either parent. My mother, who was

the sister of Ducie's mother, died at my birth, and the loss of my

father even preceded hers. I may be said to have been born an

orphan."

Eve, for the first time in her life, had taken his arm, and the young

man felt the gentle pressure of her little hand, as she permitted

this expression of sympathy to escape her, at a moment she found so

intensely interesting to herself.

"It was, indeed, a misfortune, Mr. Powis, and I fear you were put

into the navy through the want of those who would feel a natural

concern in your welfare."

"The navy was my own choice; partly, I think, from a certain love of

adventure, and quite as much, perhaps, with a wish to settle the

question of my birth-place, practically at least, by enlisting in the

service of the one that I first knew, and certainly best loved."

"But of that birth-place, I understand there is now no doubt?" said

Eve, with more interest than she was herself conscious of betraying.

"None whatever; I am a native of Philadelphia; that point was

conclusively settled in my late visit to my aunt, Lady Dunluce, who

was present at my birth."

"Is Lady Dunluce also an American?"

"She is; never having quitted the country until after her marriage to

Colonel Ducie. She was a younger sister of my mother's, and,

notwithstanding some jealousies and a little coldness that I trust

have now disappeared, I am of opinion she loved her; though one can

hardly answer for the durability of the family ties in a country

where the institutions and habits are as artificial as in England."

"Do you think there is less family affection, then, in England than

in America?"

"I will not exactly say as much, though I am of opinion that neither

country is remarkable in that way. In England, among the higher

classes, it is impossible that the feelings should not be weakened by

so many adverse interests. When a brother knows that nothing stands

between himself and rank and wealth, but the claims of one who was

born a twelvemonth earlier than himself, he gets to feel more like a

rival than a kinsman, and the temptation to envy or dislike, or even

hatred, sometimes becomes stronger than the duty to love."

"And yet the English, themselves, say that the services rendered by

the elder to the younger brother, and the gratitude of the younger to

the elder, are so many additional ties."

"It would be contrary to all the known laws of feeling, and all

experience, if this were so. The younger applies to the elder for aid

in preference to a stranger, because he thinks he has a claim; and

what man who fancies he has a claim, is disposed to believe justice

is fully done him; or who that is required to discharge a duty,

imagines he has not done more than could be properly asked?"

"I fear your opinion of men is none of the best, Mr. Powis!"

"There may be exceptions, but such I believe to be the common fate of

humanity. The moment a duty is created, a disposition to think it

easily discharged follows; and of all sentiments, that of a continued

and exacting gratitude is the most oppressive. I fear more brothers

are aided, through family pride, than through natural affection."

"What, then, loosens the tie among ourselves, where no law of

primogeniture exists?"

"That which loosens every thing. A love of change that has grown up

with the migratory habits of the people; and which, perhaps, is, in

some measure, fostered by the institutions. Here is Mr. Bragg to

confirm what I say, and we may hear his sentiments on this subject."

As Aristabulus, with whom walked Mr. Dodge, just at that moment came

out of the shrubbery, and took the same direction with themselves,

Powis put the question, as one addresses an acquaintance in a room.

"Rotation in feelings, sir," returned Mr. Bragg, "is human nature, as

rotation in office is natural justice. Some of our people are of

opinion that it might be useful could the whole of society be made

periodically to change places, in order that every one might know how

his neighbour lives."

"You are, then, an Agrarian, Mr. Bragg?"

"As far from it as possible; nor do I believe you will find such an

animal in this county. Where property is concerned, we are a people

that never let go, as long as we can hold on, sir; but, beyond this

we like lively changes. Now, Miss Effingham, every body thinks

frequent changes of religious instructors in particular, necessary.

There can be no vital piety without, keeping the flame alive with

excitement."

"I confess, sir, that my own reasoning would lead to a directly

contrary conclusion, and that there can be no vital piety, as you

term it, _with_ excitement."

Mr. Bragg looked at Mr. Dodge, and Mr. Dodge looked at Mr. Bragg.

Then each shrugged his shoulders, and the former continued the

discourse.

"That may be the case in France, Miss Effingham," he said, "but, in

America, we look to excitement as the great purifier. We should as

soon expect the air in the bottom of a well to be elastic, as that

the moral atmosphere shall be clear and salutary, without the breezes

of excitement. For my part, Mr. Dodge, I think no man should be a

judge, in the same court, more than ten years at a time, and a priest

gets to be rather common-place and flat after five. There are men

that may hold out a little longer, I acknowledge; but to keep real,

vital, soul-saving regeneration stirring, a change should take place

as often as once in five years, in a parish; that is my opinion, at

least."

"But, sir," rejoined Eve, "as the laws of religion are immutable, the

modes by which it is known universal, and the promises, mediation,

and obligations are every where the same, I do not see what you

propose to gain by so many changes."

"Why, Miss Effingham, we change the dishes at table, and no family of

my acquaintance, more than this of your honourable father's; and I am

surprised to find you opposed to the system."

"Our religion, sir," answered Eve, gravely, "is a duty, and rests on

revelation and obedience; while our diet may, very innocently, be a

matter of mere taste, even of caprice, if you will."

"Well, I confess I see no great difference, the main object in this

life being to stir people up, and to go ahead. I presume you know,

Miss Eve, that many people think that we ought to change our own

parson, if we expect a blessing on the congregation."

"I should sooner expect a curse would follow an act of so much

heartlessness, sir. Our clergyman has been with us since his entrance

into the duties of his holy office; and it will be difficult to

suppose that the Divine favour would follow the commission of so

selfish and capricious a step, with a motive no better than the

desire for novelty."

"You quite mistake the object, Miss Eve, which is to stir the people

up; a hopeless thing, I fear, so long as they always sit under the

same preaching."

"I have been taught to believe that piety is increased, Mr. Bragg, by

the aid of the Holy Spirit's sustaining and supporting us in our good

desires; and I cannot persuade myself that the Deity finds it

necessary to save a soul, by the means of any of those human agencies

by which men sack towns, turn an election, or incite a mob. I hear

that extraordinary scenes are witnessed in this country, in some of

the other sects; but I trust never to see the day, when the

apostolic, reverend, and sober church, in which I have been nurtured,

shall attempt to advance the workings of that Divine power, by a

profane, human hurrah."

All this was Greek to Messrs. Dodge and Bragg, who, in furthering

their objects, were so accustomed to "stirring people up," that they

had quite forgotten that the more a man was in "an excitement," the

less he had to do with reason. The exaggerated religious sects, which

first peopled America, have had a strong influence in transmitting to

their posterity false notions on such subjects; for while the old

world is accustomed to see Christianity used as an ally of

government, and perverted from its one great end to be the instrument

of ambition, cupidity, and selfishness, the new world has been fated

to witness the reaction of such abuses, and to run into nearly as

many errors in the opposite extreme. The two persons just mentioned,

had been educated in the provincial school of religious notions, that

is so much in favour, in a portion of this country; and they were

striking examples of the truth of the adage, that "what is bred in

the bone will be seen in the flesh," for their common character,

common in this particular at least, was a queer mixture of the most

narrow superstitions and prejudices, that existed under the garb of

religious training, and of unjustifiable frauds, meannesses, and even

vices. Mr. Bragg was a better man than Mr. Dodge, for he had more

self-reliance, and was more manly; but, on the score of religion, he

had the same contradictory excesses, and there was a common point, in

the way of vulgar vice, towards which each tended, simply for the

want of breeding and tastes, as infallibly as the needle points to

the pole. Cards were often introduced in Mr. Effingham's drawing-

room, and there was one apartment expressly devoted to a billiard-

table; and many was the secret fling, and biting gibe, that these

pious devotees passed between themselves, on the subject of so

flagrant an instance of immorality, in a family of so high moral

pretensions; the two worthies not unfrequently concluding their

comments by repairing to some secret room in a tavern, where, after

carefully locking the door, and drawing the curtains, they would

order brandy, and pass a refreshing hour in endeavouring to relieve

each other of the labour of carrying their odd sixpences, by means of

little shoemaker's loo.

On the present occasion, however, the earnestness of Eve produced a

pacifying effect on their consciences, for, as our heroine never

raised her sweet voice above the tones of a gentlewoman, its very

mildness and softness gave force to her expressions. Had John

Effingham uttered the sentiments to which they had just listened it

is probable Mr. Bragg would have attempted an answer; but, under the

circumstances, he preferred making his bow, and diverging into the

first path that offered, followed by his companion. Eve and Paul

continued their circuit of the grounds, as if no interruption had

taken place.

"This disposition to change is getting to be universal in the

country," remarked the latter, as soon as Aristabulus and his friend

had left them, "and I consider it one of the worst signs of the

times; more especially since it has become so common to connect it

with what it is the fashion to call excitement."

"To return to the subject which these gentlemen interrupted," said

Eve, "that of the family ties; I have always heard England quoted as

one of the strongest instances of a nation in which this tie is

slight, beyond its aristocratical influence; and I should be sorry to

suppose that we are following in the footsteps of our good-mother, in

this respect at least."

"Has Mademoiselle Viefville never made any remark on this subject?"

"Mademoiselle Viefville, though observant, is discreet. That she

believes the standard of the affections as high in this as in her own

country, I do not think; for, like most Europeans, she believes the

Americans to be a passionless people, who are more bound up in the

interests of gain, than in any other of the concerns of life."

"She does not know us!" said Paul so earnestly as to cause Eve to

start at the deep energy with which he spoke. "The passions lie as

deep, and run in currents as strong here, as in any other part of the

world, though, there not being as many factitious causes to dam them,

they less seldom break through the bounds of propriety."

For near a minute the two paced the walk in silence, and Eve began to

wish that some one of the party would again join them, that a

conversation which she felt was getting to be awkward, might be

interrupted. But no one crossed their path again, and without

rudeness, or affectation, she saw no means of effecting her object.

Paul was too much occupied with his own feelings to observe his

companion's embarrassment, and, after the short pause mentioned, he

naturally pursued the subject, though in a less emphatic manner than

before.

"It was an old, and a favourite theory, with the Europeans," he said,

with a sort of bitter irony, "that all the animals of this hemisphere

have less gifted natures than those of the other; nor is it a theory

of which they are yet entirely rid. The Indian was supposed to be

passionless, because he had self-command; and what in the European

would be thought exhibiting the feelings of a noble nature, in him

has been represented as ferocity and revenge; Miss Effingham, you and

I have seen Europe, have stood in the presence of its wisest, its

noblest and its best; and what have they to boast beyond the

immediate results of their factitious and laboured political systems,

that is denied to the American--or rather would be denied to the

American, had the latter the manliness and mental independence, to be

equal to his fortunes?"

"Which, you think he is not."

"How can a people be even independent that imports its thoughts, as

it does its wares,--that has not the spirit to invent even its own

prejudices?"

"Something should be allowed to habit, and to the influence of time.

England, herself, probably has inherited some of her false notions,

from the Saxons and Normans."

"That is not only possible, but probable; but England, in thinking of

Russia, France, Turkey, or Egypt, when induced to think wrong, yields

to an English, and not to an American interest. Her errors are at

least requited, in a degree, by serving her own ends, whereas ours

are made, too often, to oppose our most obvious interests. We are

never independent unless when stimulated by some strong and pressing

moneyed concern, and not often then beyond the plainest of its

effects.--Here is one, apparently, who does not belong to our party."

Paul interrupted himself, in consequence of their meeting a stranger

in the walk, who moved with the indecision of one uncertain whether

to advance or to recede. Rockets frequently fell into the grounds,

and there had been one or two inroads of boys, which had been

tolerated on account of the occasion; but this intruder was a man in

the decline of life, of the condition of a warm tradesman seemingly,

and he clearly had no connection with sky-rockets, as his eyes were

turned inquiringly on the persons of those who passed him, from time

to time, none of whom had he stopped, however, until he now placed

himself before Paul and Eve, in a way to denote a desire to speak.

"The young people are making a merry night of it," he said, keeping a

hand in each coat-pocket, while he unceremoniously occupied the

centre of the narrow walk, as if determined to compel a parley.

Although sufficiently acquainted with the unceremonious habits of the

people of the country to feel no surprise at this intrusion, Paul was

vexed at having his tête à tête with Eve so rudely broken; and he

answered with more of the hauteur of the quarterdeck than he might

otherwise have done, by saying coldly--

"Perhaps, sir, it is your wish to see Mr. Effingham--or--" hesitating

an instant, as he scanned the stranger's appearance--"some of his

people. The first will soon pass this spot, and you will find most of

the latter on the lawn, watching the rockets."

The man regarded Paul a moment, and then he removed his hat

respectfully.

"Please, sir, can you inform me if a gentleman called Captain Truck--

one that sails the packets between New-York and England, is staying

at the Wigwam at present."

Paul told him that the captain was walking with Mr. Effingham, and

that the next pair that approached would be they. The stranger fell

back, keeping his hat respectfully in his hand, and the two passed.

"That man has been an English servant, but has been a little spoiled

by the reaction of an excessive liberty to do as he pleases. The

'please, sir,' and the attitude can hardly be mistaken, while the

_nonchalance_ of his manner '_à nous aborder_' sufficiently betrays

the second edition of his education."

"I am curious to know what this person can want with our excellent

captain--it can scarcely be one of the Montauk's crew!"

"I will answer for it, that the fellow has not enough seamanship

about him to whip a rope," said Paul, laughing; "for if there be two

temporal pursuits that have less affinity than any two others, they

are those of the pantry and the tar-bucket. I think it will be seen

that this man has been an English servant, and he has probably been a

passenger on board some ship commanded by our honest old friend."

Eve and Paul now turned, and they met Mr. Effingham and the captain

just as the two latter reached the spot where the stranger still

stood.

"This is Captain Truck, the gentleman for whom you inquired," said

Paul.

The stranger looked hard at the captain, and the captain looked hard

at the stranger, the obscurity rendering a pretty close scrutiny

necessary, to enable either to distinguish features. The examination

seemed to be mutually unsatisfactory, for each retired a little, like

a man who had not found a face that he knew.

"There must be two Captain Trucks, then, in the trade," said the

stranger; "this is not the gentleman I used to know."

"I think you are as right in the latter part of your remark, friend,

as you are wrong in the first," returned the captain. "Know you, I do

not, and yet there are no more two Captain Trucks in the English

trade, than there are two Miss Eve Effinghams, or two Mrs. Hawkers in

the universe. I am John Truck, and no other man of that name ever

sailed a ship between New York and England, in my day, at least."

"Did you ever command the Dawn, sir?"

"The Dawn! That I did; and the Regulus, and the Manhattan, and the

Wilful Girl, and the Deborah-Angelina, and the Sukey and Katy, which,

my dear young lady, I may say, was my first love. She was only a

fore-and-after, carrying no standing topsail, even, and we named her

after two of the river girls, who were flyers, in their way; at

least, I thought so then; though a man by sailing a packet comes to

alter his notions about men and things, or, for that matter, about

women and things, too. I got into a category, in that schooner, that

I never expect to see equalled; for I was driven ashore to windward

in her, which is gibberish to you, my dear young lady, but which Mr.

Powis will very well understand, though he may not be able to explain

it."

"I certainly know what you mean," said Paul, "though I confess I am

in a category, as well as the schooner, so far as knowing how it

could have happened."

"The Sukey and Katy ran away with me, that's the upshot of it. Since

that time I have never consented to command a vessel that was called

after _two_ of our river young women, for I do believe that one of

them is as much as a common mariner can manage. You see, Mr.

Effingham, we were running along a weather-shore, as close in as we

could get, to be in the eddy, when a squall struck her a-beam, and

she luffed right on to the beach. No helping it. Helm hard up, peak

down, head sheets to windward, and main sheet flying, but it was all

too late; away she went plump ashore to windward. But for that

accident, I think I might have married."

"And what connexion could you find between matrimony and this

accident, captain?" demanded the laughing Eve.

"There was an admonition in it, my dear young lady, that I thought

was not to be disregarded. I tried the Wilful Girl next, and she was

thrown on her beam-ends with me; after which I renounced all female

names, and took to the Egyptian."

"The Egyptian!"

"Certainly, Regulus, who was a great snake-killer, they tell me, in

that part of the world. But I never saw my way quite clear as

bachelor, until I got the Dawn. Did you know that ship, friend?"

"I believe, sir, I made two passages in her while you commanded her."

"Nothing more likely; we carried lots of your countrymen, though

mostly forward of the gangways. I commanded the Dawn more than twenty

years ago."

"It is all of that time since I crossed with you, sir; you may

remember that we fell in with a wreck, ten days after we sailed, and

took off her crew and two passengers. Three or four of the latter had

died with their sufferings, and several of the people."

"All this seems but as yesterday! The wreck was a Charleston ship

that had started a butt."

"Yes, sir--yes, sir--that is just it--she had started, _but_ could

not get in. That is just what they said at the time. I am David,

sir--I should think you _cannot_ have forgotten David."

The honest captain was very willing to gratify the other's harmless

self-importance, though, to tell the truth, he retained no more

personal knowledge of the David of the Dawn, than he had of David,

King of the Jews.

"Oh, David!" he cried, cordially--"are _you_ David? Well, I did not

expect to see you again in this world, though I never doubted where

we should be, hereafter I hope you are very well, David; what sort of

weather have you made of it since we parted? If I recollect aright,

you worked your passage;--never at sea before."

"I beg your pardon, sir; I never was at sea before the _first_ time,

it is true; but I did not belong to the crew. I was a passenger."

"I remember, now, you were in the steerage," returned the captain,

who saw daylight ahead.

"Not at all, sir, but in the cabin."

"Cabin!" echoed the captain, who perceived none of the requisites of

a cabin-passenger in the other--"Oh! I understand, in the pantry?"

"Exactly so, sir. You may remember my master--he had the left-hand

state-room to himself, and I slept next to the scuttle-butt. You

recollect master, sir?"

"Out of doubt, and a very good fellow he was. I hope you live with

him still?"

"Lord bless you, sir, he is dead!"

"Oh! I recollect hearing of it, at the time. Well, David. I hope if

ever we cross again, we shall be ship-mates once more. We were

beginners, then, but we have ships worth living in, now.--Good

night."

"Do you remember Dowse, sir, that we got from the wreck?" continued

the other, unwilling to give up his gossip so soon. "He was a dark

man, that had had the small-pox badly. I think, sir, you will

recollect _him_, for he was a hard man in other particulars, besides

his countenance."

"Somewhat flinty about the soul; I remember the man well; and so,

David, good night; you will come and see me, if you are ever in town.

Good night, David."

David was now compelled to leave the place, for Captain Truck, who

perceived that the whole party was getting together again, in

consequence of the halt, felt the propriety of dismissing his

visiter, of whom, his master, and Dowse, he retained just as much

recollection as one retains of a common stage-coach companion after

twenty years. The appearance of Mr. Howel, who just at that moment

approached them, aided the manoeuvre, and, in a few minutes the

different groups were again in motion, though some slight changes had

taken place in the distribution of the parties.

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