HOW MISS LAVINIA DEVELOPED HER THEORIES UPON MATRIMONY.
The Apple Orchard carriage, containing the solemn Miss Lavinia, very
soon arrived at the abode of old Scowley, as our friend Verty was
accustomed to call the respectable preceptress of Miss Redbud; and
Miss Lavinia descended and entered with solemn dignity.
Miss Sallianna and herself exchanged elaborate curtseys, and Miss
Lavinia sailed into the pleasant sylvan parlor and took her seat
reverely.
"Our dear little girls are amusing themselves this morning," said
Miss Sallianna, inclining her head upon one shoulder, and raising her
smiling eyes toward the ceiling; "the youthful mind, my dear madam,
requires relaxation, and we do not force it."
Miss Lavinia uttered a dignified "hem," and passed her handkerchief
solemnly over her lips.
"In this abode of the graces and rural sublunaries," continued Miss
Sallianna, gently flirting her fan, "our young friends seem to lead a
very happy life."
"Yes--I suppose so."
"Indeed, madam, I may say the time passes for them in a golden cadence
of salubrious delights," said Miss Sallianna.
Her visitor inclined her head.
"If we could only exclude completely all thoughts of the opposite
sex--"
Miss Lavinia listened with some interest to this peroration. "If we
could live far from the vain world of man--"
The solemn head indicated a coincidence of opinion.
"If we could but dedicate ourselves wholly to the care of our little
flock, we should be felicitous," continued Miss Sallianna. "But, alas!
they will come to see us, madam, and we cannot exclude the dangerous
enemy. I am often obliged to send word that I am not 'at home' to the
beaux, and yet that is very cruel. But duty is my guide, and I bow to
its bequests."
With which words, Miss Sallianna fixed her eyes resignedly upon
the ceiling, and was silent. If Miss Lavinia had labored under the
impression that Miss Sallianna designed to utter any complaints about
Redbud, she did not show that such had been her expectation. She
only bowed and said, politely, that if her little cousin Redbud was
disengaged, she should like to see her.
"Oh yes! she is disengaged," said Miss Sallianna, with a languishing
smile; "the dear child has been roaming over the garden and around the
ensuing hills since the first appearance of the radiant orb of Sol,
madam. I think such perambulations healthy."
Miss Lavinia said that she agreed with her.
"Reddy, as I call your lovely little niece--your cousin, eh?--is one
of my most cherished pupils, madam; and I discover in her so many
charming criterions of excellence, that I am sure she will grow up an
object of interest to everybody. There she is out on the lawn. I will
call her, madam, and if you would dispense with my society for a short
time, I will again return, and we will discuss my favorite subject,
the beauties of nature."
Miss Lavinia having, by a solemn movement of the head, indicated her
willingness to languish without her hostess' society for a short
period, Miss Sallianna rose, and made her exit from the apartment,
with upraised eyes and gently smiling lips.
Five minutes afterwards Redbud ran in, laughing and rosy-cheeked.
"Oh, cousin Lavinia!" she cried, "I'm so glad to see you!"
Miss Lavinia enclosed her young relation in a dignified embrace, and
kissed her solemnly.
"I am very glad to see you looking so well, Redbud," she said,
indicating a cricket at her feet, upon which Miss Redbud accordingly
seated herself. I have not been able before to come and see you, but
Miss Scowley gives me excellent accounts of you."
"Does she!" laughed Redbud.
"Yes."
Redbud laughed again.
"What is the cause of your amusement?" said Miss Lavinia.
"Oh, I only meant that she told everybody who came, that everybody was
good."
"Hum!"
"She does," said Redbud.
"Then you mean that you do not deserve her praise?"
"Oh, I did'nt mean that, cousin Lavinia! I'm very glad she likes me. I
want everybody to like me. But it's true."
"I believe you are good, Redbud," Miss Lavinia said, calmly.
"I hope so, ma'am."
"Are you happy here?"
"Oh yes, ma'am--except that I would like to be at home to see you
all."
"Do you miss us?"
"Oh yes, indeed!"
Miss Lavinia cleared her throat, and began to revolve her address to
be delivered.
"You do not see us very often, Redbud," she said,--"I mean myself and
your father--but from what I have heard this morning, that young man
Verty still visits you."
Redbud colored, and did not reply.
Miss Lavinia's face assumed an expression of mingled severity and
dignity, and she said to the girl:
"Redbud, I am sorry you do not observe the advice I gave you,--of
course, I have no right to command you, and you are now growing old
enough to act for yourself in these things. You are nearly seventeen,
and are growing to be a woman. But I fear you are deficient in
resolution, and still encourage the visits of this young man."
Poor Redbud was silent--she could not deny the accusation.
Miss Lavinia looked at her with grim affection, and said:
"I hope, Redbud, that, in future, you will be more careful. I am sorry
to be compelled to say it--but Verty is not a proper person for you
to remain upon such intimate and confidential terms with. He has good
qualities, and is very sensible and kind-hearted; but he is a mere
Indian, and cannot have anything in common with one so much his
superior in station, as yourself."
"Oh, ma'am--!" began Redbud.
"Speak plainly," said Miss Lavinia; "do not be afraid."
"I was only going to say that I am not superior to Verty," Redbud
added, with tears in her eyes; "he is so good, and kind, and sincere."
"You misunderstand me--I did not mean that he was not a proper
companion for you, as far as his character went; for, I say again,
that his character is perfectly good. But--child that you are!--you
cannot comprehend yet that something more is wanting--that Verty is an
Indian, and of unknown parentage."
Poor Redbud struggled to follow Miss Lavinia's meaning.
"I see that I must speak plainly," said that lady, solemnly, "and I
will commence by saying, Redbud, that the whole male sex are always
engaged in endeavoring to make an impression on the hearts of the
other sex. The object to which every young man, without exception,
dedicates his life, is to gain the ascendancy over the heart of some
young person of the opposite sex; and they well know that when this
ascendancy is gained, breaking it is often more than human power can
accomplish. Young girls should carefully avoid all this, and should
always remember that the intimacies formed in early life, last,
generally, throughout their whole existence."
Redbud looked down, and felt a strong disposition to wipe her eyes.
Miss Lavinia proceeded, like an ancient oracle, impassible and
infallible.
"Now, I mean, Redbud," she said, "that while Verty may be, and no
doubt is, all that you could wish in a friend, you still ought not to
encourage him, and continue your injudicious friendship. Far be it
from me to insist upon the necessity of classes in the community, and
the impropriety of marrying those who are uncongenial in taste and
habit, and--"
"Marrying, ma'am!" exclaimed Redbud--then she stopped.
"Yes, Redbud," said Miss Lavinia, with dignity, "and nothing will
persuade me that this young man has not conceived the design of
marrying you. I do not say, mind me, that he is actuated by unworthy
motives--I have no right to. I do not believe that this young man has
ever reflected that Apple Orchard, a very fine estate, will some day
be yours. I only say that, like all youths, he has set his heart upon
possessing your hand, and that he is not a proper husband for you."
Having uttered this downright and unmistakeable opinion, Miss Lavinia
raised her head with dignity, and smoothed down her silk dress with
solemn grace.
As to poor Redbud, she could only lean her head on her hand, and
endeavor to suppress her gathering tears.
"Verty is an Indian, and a young man of obscure birth--wholly
uneducated, and, generally speaking, a savage, though a harmless one,"
said the lady, returning to the charge. "Now, Redbud, you cannot fail
to perceive that it is impossible for you to marry an Indian whom
nobody knows anything about. Your family have claims upon you, and
these you cannot disregard, and unite yourself to one of an inferior
race, who--"
"Oh, cousin Lavinia! cousin Lavinia!" cried Redbud, with a gush of
tears, "please don't talk to me anymore about this; you make me feel
so badly! Verty never said a word to me about marrying, and it would
be foolish. Marry! Oh! you know I am nothing but a child, and you make
me very unhappy by talking so."
Redbud leaned her forehead on her hand, and wiped away the tears
running down her cheeks.
"It is not agreeable to me to mention this subject," Miss Lavinia
said, solemnly, smoothing Redbud's disordered hair, "but I consider it
my duty, child. You have said truly that you are still very young, and
that it is ridiculous to talk about your being married. But, Redbud,
the day will come when you will be a woman, and then you will find
this intimacy with Verty a stone around your neck. I wish to warn you
in time. These early friendships are only productive of suffering,
when in course of time they must be dissolved. I wish to ward off this
suffering from you!"
"Oh, ma'am!" sobbed Redbud.
"I love you very much."
"Yes, ma'am."
"And as I have more experience than you," said Miss Lavinia,
grimly--"more knowledge of the wiles of men, I consider it my duty to
direct your conduct."
"Yes, ma'am," said Redbud, seeing the wall closing round her
inexorably.
"If, then, you would spare Verty suffering, as well as yourself, you
will gradually place your relations on a different basis."
"On--a--dif--ferent--basis," said Redbud; "Yes, ma'am."
"It may be done," said Miss Lavinia; "and do not understand me, child,
to counsel an abrupt and violent breaking off of all the ties between
yourself and this young man."
"No, ma'am."
"You may do it gradually; make your demeanor toward him calmer at
every interview--if he must come--do not have so many confidential
conversations--never call him 'Verty'"--
"Oh, ma'am!" said Redbud, "but I can't call him Mr. Verty."
"Don't call him anything," said the astute enemy of the male sex, "and
gradually add 'sir' to the end of your observations. In this manner,
Redbud, you may place your relations on an entirely different
footing."
"Yes, ma'am!"
Miss Lavinia looked at the child for some moments with a singular
expression of commiseration. Then smoothing the small head again, she
said more softly:--
"What I advise is for your own good, Redbud. I only aim at your
happiness. Pursue the plan I have indicated, and whenever you can,
avoid this young man--as you will both suffer. Men, men," murmured
Miss Lavinia, "they are our masters, and ask nothing better than that
delightful tribute to their power--a broken heart."
"Yes, yes, Redbud," said the solemn lady, rising, "this advice I have
given you is well worthy of your attention. Both you and this young
man will undergo cruel suffering if you persist in your present
relations. I will say no more. I have done my duty, and I am sure you
will not think that I am actuated by old-maidish scruples, and have
made a bugbear for myself. I love you, Redbud, as well as I love any
one in the world, and all I have said is for your good. Now I must
go."
And Miss Lavinia solemnly enclosed the weeping girl in her arms, and
returned to her carriage. Before her sailed Miss Sallianna, smiling
and languishing--her eyes upon the sky, and uttering the most
elegant compliments. These were received by Miss Lavinia with grave
politeness; and finally the two ladies inclined their heads to each
other, and the carriage drove off toward Winchester, followed by
Redbud's eye. That young lady was standing at the window, refusing to
be comforted by her friend Fanny--who had given her the pigeon, it
will be remembered--and obstinately bent on proving to herself that
she was the most wretched young lady who had ever existed.
Meanwhile Miss Lavinia continued her way, gazing in a dignified
attitude from the window of her carriage. Just as she reached the
bottom of the hill, what was her horror to perceive a cavalier
approach from the opposite direction--an elegant cavalier, mounted on
a shaggy horse, and followed by a long-eared hound--in whose richly
clad person she recognized the whilom forest boy.
Miss Lavinia held up both her hands, and uttered an exclamation of
horror.
As to Verty, he passed rapidly, with a fascinating smile, saying, as
he disappeared:--
"I hope you gave my love to Redbud, Miss Lavinia!"
Miss Lavinia could only gasp.