in which the reader is introduced to a family of peculiar construction.
it was at the close of an afternoon in may, that a party might have been seen gathered around a table covered with all those delicacies that, in the household of a rich southern planter, are regarded as almost necessaries of life. in the centre stood a dish of ripe strawberries, their plump red sides peeping through the covering of white sugar that had been plentifully sprinkled over them. geeche limes, almost drowned in their own rich syrup, temptingly displayed their bronze-coloured forms just above the rim of the glass that contained them. opposite, and as if to divert the gaze from lingering too long over their luscious beauty, was a dish of peaches preserved in brandy, a never-failing article in a southern matron's catalogues of sweets. a silver basket filled with a variety of cakes was in close proximity to a plate of corn-flappers, which were piled upon it like a mountain, and from the brown tops of which trickled tiny rivulets of butter. all these dainties, mingling their various odours with the aroma of the tea and fine old java that came steaming forth from the richly chased silver pots, could not fail to produce a very appetising effect.
there was nothing about mr. garie, the gentleman who sat at the head of the table, to attract more than ordinary attention. he had the ease of manner usual with persons whose education and associations have been of a highly refined character, and his countenance, on the whole, was pleasing, and indicative of habitual good temper.
opposite to him, and presiding at the tea-tray, sat a lady of marked beauty. the first thing that would have attracted attention on seeing her were her gloriously dark eyes. they were not entirely black, but of that seemingly changeful hue so often met with in persons of african extraction, which deepens and lightens with every varying emotion. hers wore a subdued expression that sank into the heart and at once riveted those who saw her. her hair, of jetty black, was arranged in braids; and through her light-brown complexion the faintest tinge of carmine was visible. as she turned to take her little girl from the arms of the servant, she displayed a fine profile and perfectly moulded form. no wonder that ten years before, when she was placed upon the auction-block at savanah, she had brought so high a price. mr. garie had paid two thousand dollars for her, and was the envy of all the young bucks in the neighbourhood who had competed with him at the sale. captivated by her beauty, he had esteemed himself fortunate in becoming her purchaser; and as time developed the goodness of her heart, and her mind enlarged through the instructions he assiduously gave her, he found the connection that might have been productive of many evils, had proved a boon to both; for whilst the astonishing progress she made in her education proved her worthy of the pains he took to instruct her, she returned threefold the tenderness and affection he lavished upon her.
the little girl in her arms, and the boy at her side, showed no trace whatever of african origin. the girl had the chestnut hair and blue eyes of her father; but the boy had inherited the black hair and dark eyes of his mother. the critically learned in such matters, knowing his parentage, might have imagined they could detect the evidence of his mother's race, by the slightly mezzo-tinto expression of his eyes, and the rather african fulness of his lips; but the casual observer would have passed him by without dreaming that a drop of negro blood coursed through his veins. his face was expressive of much intelligence, and he now seemed to listen with an earnest interest to the conversation that was going on between his father and a dark-complexioned gentleman who sat beside him.
"and so you say, winston, that they never suspected you were coloured?"
"i don't think they had the remotest idea of such a thing. at least, if they did, they must have conquered their prejudices most effectually, for they treated me with the most distinguished consideration. old mr. priestly was like a father to me; and as for his daughter clara and her aunt, they were politeness embodied. the old gentleman was so much immersed in business, that he was unable to bestow much attention upon me; so he turned me over to miss clara to be shown the lions. we went to the opera, the theatre, to museums, concerts, and i can't tell where all. the sunday before i left i accompanied her to church, and after service, as we were coming out, she introduced me to miss van cote and her mamma. mrs. van cote was kind enough to invite me to her grand ball."
"and did you go?" interrupted mr. garie.
"of course, i did—and what is more, as old mr. priestly has given up balls, he begged me to escort clara and her aunt."
"well, winston, that is too rich," exclaimed mr. garie, slapping his hand on the table, and laughing till he was red in the face; "too good, by jove! oh! i can't keep that. i must write to them, and say i forgot to mention in my note of introduction that you were a coloured gentleman. the old man will swear till everything turns blue; and as for clara, what will become of her? a fifth-avenue belle escorted to church and to balls by a coloured gentleman!" here mr. garie indulged in another burst of laughter so side-shaking and merry, that the contagion spread even to the little girl in mrs. garie's arms, who almost choked herself with the tea her mother was giving her, and who had to be hustled and shaken for some time before she could be brought round again.
"it will be a great triumph for me," said mr. garie. "the old man prides himself on being able to detect evidences of the least drop of african blood in any one; and makes long speeches about the natural antipathy of the anglo-saxon to anything with a drop of negro blood in its veins. oh, i shall write him a glorious letter expressing my pleasure at his great change of sentiment, and my admiration of the fearless manner in which he displays his contempt for public opinion. how he will stare! i fancy i see him now, with his hair almost on end with disgust. it will do him good: it will convince him, i hope, that a man can be a gentleman even though he has african blood in his veins. i have had a series of quarrels with him," continued mr. garie; "i think he had his eye on me for miss clara, and that makes him particularly fierce about my present connection. he rather presumes on his former great intimacy with my father, and undertakes to lecture me occasionally when opportunity is afforded. he was greatly scandalized at my speaking of emily as my wife; and seemed to think me cracked because i talked of endeavouring to procure a governess for my children, or of sending them abroad to be educated. he has a holy horror of everything approaching to amalgamation; and of all the men i ever met, cherishes the most unchristian prejudice against coloured people. he says, the existence of "a gentleman" with african blood in his veins, is a moral and physical impossibility, and that by no exertion can anything be made of that description of people. he is connected with a society for the deportation of free coloured people, and thinks they ought to be all sent to africa, unless they are willing to become the property of some good master."
"oh, yes; it is quite a hobby of his," here interposed mr. winston. "he makes lengthy speeches on the subject, and has published two of them in pamphlet form. have you seen them?"
"yes, he sent them to me. i tried to get through one of them, but it was too heavy, i had to give it up. besides, i had no patience with them; they abounded in mis-statements respecting the free coloured people. why even here in the slave states—in the cities of savanah and charleston—they are much better situated than he describes them to be in new york; and since they can and do prosper here, where they have such tremendous difficulties to encounter, i know they cannot be in the condition he paints, in a state where they are relieved from many of the oppressions they labour under here. and, on questioning him on the subject, i found he was entirely unacquainted with coloured people; profoundly ignorant as to the real facts of their case. he had never been within a coloured church or school; did not even know that they had a literary society amongst them. positively, i, living down here in georgia, knew more about the character and condition of the coloured people of the northern states, than he who lived right in the midst of them. would you believe that beyond their laundress and a drunken negro that they occasionally employed to do odd jobs for them, they were actually unacquainted with any coloured people: and how unjust was it for him to form his opinion respecting a class numbering over twenty thousand in his own state, from the two individuals i have mentioned and the negro loafers he occasionally saw in the streets."
"it is truly unfortunate," rejoined mr. winston, "for he covers his prejudices with such a pretended regard for the coloured people, that a person would be the more readily led to believe his statements respecting them to be correct; and he is really so positive about it, and apparently go deaf to all argument that i did not discuss the subject with him to any extent; he was so very kind to me that i did not want to run a tilt against his favourite opinions."
"you wrote me he gave you letters to philadelphia; was there one amongst them to the mortons?"
"yes. they were very civil and invited me to a grand dinner they gave to the belgian charge d'affaires. i also met there one or two scions of the first families of virginia. the belgian minister did not seem to be aware that slavery is a tabooed subject in polite circles, and he was continually bringing it forward until slaves, slavery, and black people in general became the principal topic of conversation, relieved by occasional discussion upon some new book or pictures, and remarks in praise of the viands before us. a very amusing thing occurred during dinner. a bright-faced little coloured boy who was assisting at the table, seemed to take uncommon interest in the conversation. an animated discussion had arisen as to the antiquity of the use of salad, one party maintaining that one of the oldest of the english poets had mentioned it in a poem, and the other as stoutly denying it. at last a reverend gentleman, whose remarks respecting the intelligence of the children of ham had been particularly disparaging, asserted that nowhere in chaucer, spencer, nor any of the old english poets could anything relating to it be found. at this, the little waiter became so excited that he could no longer contain himself, and, despite the frowns and nods of our hostess, exclaimed, 'yes it can, it's in chaucer; here,' he continued, taking out a book from the book-case, 'here is the very volume,'[*] and turning over the leaves he pointed out the passage, to the great chagrin of the reverend gentleman, and to the amusement of the guests. the belgian minister enjoyed it immensely. 'ah,' said he, 'the child of ham know more than the child of shem, dis time.' whereupon mrs. morton rejoined that in this case it was not so wonderful, owing to the frequent and intimate relations into which ham and salad were brought, and with this joke the subject was dismissed. i can't say i was particularly sorry when the company broke up."
[footnote * see chaucer, "flower and the leaf."]
"oh, george, never mind the white people," here interposed mrs. garie. "never mind them; tell us about the coloured folks; they are the ones i take the most interest in. we were so delighted with your letters, and so glad that you found mrs. ellis. tell us all about that."
"oh, 'tis a long story, em, and can't be told in a minute; it would take the whole evening to relate it all."
"look at the children, my dear, they are half asleep," said mr. garie. "call nurse and see them safe into bed, and when you come back we will have the whole story."
"very well;" replied she, rising and calling the nurse. "now remember, george, you are not to begin until i return, for i should be quite vexed to lose a word."
"oh, go on with the children, my dear, i'll guarantee he shall not say a word on the subject till you come back."
with this assurance mrs. garie left the room, playfully shaking her finger at them as she went out, exclaiming, "not a word, remember now, not a word."
after she left them mr. garie remarked, "i have not seen em as happy as she is this afternoon for some time. i don't know what has come over her lately; she scarcely ever smiles now, and yet she used to be the most cheerful creature in the world. i wish i knew what is the matter with her; sometimes i am quite distressed about her. she goes about the house looking so lost and gloomy, and does not seem to take the least interest in anything. you saw," continued he, "how silent she has been all tea time, and yet she has been more interested in what you have been saying than in anything that has transpired for months. well, i suppose women will be so sometimes," he concluded, applying himself to the warm cakes that had just been set upon the table.
"perhaps she is not well," suggested mr. winston, "i think she looks a little pale."
"well, possibly you may be right, but i trust it is only a temporary lowness of spirits or something of that kind. maybe she will get over it in a day or two;" and with this remark the conversation dropped, and the gentlemen proceeded to the demolition of the sweetmeats before them. and now, my reader, whilst they are finishing their meal, i will relate to you who mr. winston is, and how he came to be so familiarly seated at mr. garie's table.
mr. winston had been a slave. yes! that fine-looking gentleman seated near mr. garie and losing nothing by the comparison that their proximity would suggest, had been fifteen years before sold on the auction-block in the neighbouring town of savanah—had been made to jump, show his teeth, shout to test his lungs, and had been handled and examined by professed negro traders and amateur buyers, with less gentleness and commiseration than every humane man would feel for a horse or an ox. now do not doubt me—i mean that very gentleman, whose polished manners and irreproachable appearance might have led you to suppose him descended from a long line of illustrious ancestors. yes—he was the offspring of a mulatto field-hand by her master. he who was now clothed in fine linen, had once rejoiced in a tow shirt that scarcely covered his nakedness, and had sustained life on a peck of corn a week, receiving the while kicks and curses from a tyrannical overseer.
the death of his master had brought him to the auction-block, from which, both he and his mother were sold to separate owners. there they took their last embrace of each other—the mother tearless, but heart-broken—the boy with all the wildest manifestations of grief.
his purchaser was a cotton broker from new orleans, a warm-hearted, kind old man, who took a fancy to the boy's looks, and pitied him for his unfortunate separation from his mother. after paying for his new purchase, he drew him aside, and said, in a kind tone, "come, my little man, stop crying; my boys never cry. if you behave yourself you shall have fine times with me. stop crying now, and come with me; i am going to buy you a new suit of clothes."
"i don't want new clothes—i want my mammy," exclaimed the child, with a fresh burst of grief.
"oh dear me!" said the fussy old gentleman, "why can't you stop—i don't want to hear you cry. here," continued he, fumbling in his pocket—"here's a picayune."
"will that buy mother back?" said the child brightening up.
"no, no, my little man, not quite—i wish it would. i'd purchase the old woman; but i can't—i'm not able to spare the money."
"then i don't want it," cried the boy, throwing the money on the ground. "if it won't buy mammy, i don't want it. i want my mammy, and nothing else."
at length, by much kind language, and by the prospect of many fabulous events to occur hereafter, invented at the moment by the old gentleman, the boy was coaxed into a more quiescent state, and trudged along in the rear of mr. moyese—that was the name of his purchaser—to be fitted with the new suit of clothes.
the next morning they started by the stage for augusta. george, seated on the box with the driver, found much to amuse him; and the driver's merry chat and great admiration of george's new and gaily-bedizened suit, went a great way towards reconciling that young gentleman to his new situation.
in a few days they arrived in new orleans. there, under the kind care of mr. moyese, he began to exhibit great signs of intelligence. the atmosphere into which he was now thrown, the kindness of which he was hourly the recipient, called into vigour abilities that would have been stifled for ever beneath the blighting influences that surrounded him under his former master. the old gentleman had him taught to read and write, and his aptness was such as to highly gratify the kind old soul.
in course of time, the temporary absence of an out-door clerk caused george's services to be required at the office for a few days, as errand-boy. here he made himself so useful as to induce mr. moyese to keep him there permanently. after this he went through all the grades from errand-boy up to chief-clerk, which post he filled to the full satisfaction of his employer. his manners and person improved with his circumstances; and at the time he occupied the chief-clerk's desk, no one would have suspected him to be a slave, and few who did not know his history would have dreamed that he had a drop of african blood in his veins. he was unremitting in his attention to the duties of his station, and gained, by his assiduity and amiable deportment, the highest regard of his employer.
a week before a certain new-year's-day, mr. moyese sat musing over some presents that had just been sent home, and which he was on the morrow to distribute amongst his nephews and nieces. "why, bless me!" he suddenly exclaimed, turning them over, "why, i've entirely forgotten george! that will never do; i must get something for him. what shall it be? he has a fine watch, and i gave him a pin and ring last year. i really don't know what will be suitable," and he sat for some time rubbing his chin, apparently in deep deliberation. "yes, i'll do it!" he exclaimed, starting up; "i'll do it! he has been a faithful fellow, and deserves it. i'll make him a present of himself! now, how strange it is i never thought of that before—it's just the thing;—how surprised and delighted he will be!" and the old gentleman laughed a low, gentle, happy laugh, that had in it so little of selfish pleasure, that had you only heard him you must have loved him for it.
having made up his mind to surprise george in this agreeable manner, mr. moyese immediately wrote a note, which he despatched to his lawyers, messrs. ketchum and lee, desiring them to make out a set of free papers for his boy george, and to have them ready for delivery on the morrow, as it was his custom to give his presents two or three days in advance of the coming year.
the note found mr. ketchum deep in a disputed will case, upon the decision of which depended the freedom of some half-dozen slaves, who had been emancipated by the will of their late master; by which piece of posthumous benevolence his heirs had been greatly irritated, and were in consequence endeavouring to prove him insane.
"look at that, lee," said he, tossing the note to his partner; "if that old moyese isn't the most curious specimen of humanity in all new orleans! he is going to give away clear fifteen hundred dollars as a new-year's gift!"
"to whom?" asked mr. lee.
"he has sent me orders," replied mr. ketchum, "to make out a set of free papers for his boy george."
"well, i can't say that i see so much in that," said lee; "how can he expect to keep him? george is almost as white as you or i, and has the manners and appearance of a gentleman. he might walk off any day without the least fear of detection."
"very true," rejoined ketchum, "but i don't think he would do it. he is very much attached to the old gentleman, and no doubt would remain with him as long as the old man lives. but i rather think the heirs would have to whistle for him after moyese was put under ground. however," concluded mr. ketchum, "they won't have much opportunity to dispute the matter, as he will be a free man, no doubt, before he is forty-eight hours older."
a day or two after this, mr. moyese entertained all his nephews and nieces at dinner, and each was gratified with some appropriate gift. the old man sat happily regarding the group that crowded round him, their faces beaming with delight. the claim for the seat of honour on uncle moyese's knee was clamorously disputed, and the old gentleman was endeavouring to settle it to the satisfaction of all parties, when a servant entered, and delivered a portentous-looking document, tied with red tape. "oh, the papers—now, my dears, let uncle go. gustave, let go your hold of my leg, or i can't get up. amy, ring the bell, dear." this operation mr. moyese was obliged to lift her into the chair to effect, where she remained tugging at the bell-rope until she was lifted out again by the servant, who came running in great haste to answer a summons of such unusual vigour.
"tell george i want him," said mr. moyese.
"he's gone down to the office; i hearn him say suffin bout de nordern mail as he went out—but i duno what it was"—and as he finished he vanished from the apartment, and might soon after have been seen with his mouth in close contact with the drumstick of a turkey.
mr. moyese being now released from the children, took his way to the office, with the portentous red-tape document that was to so greatly change the condition of george winston in his coat pocket. the old man sat down at his desk, smiling, as he balanced the papers in his hand, at the thought of the happiness he was about to confer on his favourite. he was thus engaged when the door opened, and george entered, bearing some newly-arrived orders from european correspondents, in reference to which he sought mr. moyese's instructions.
"i think, sir," said he, modestly, "that we had better reply at once to ditson, and send him the advance he requires, as he will not otherwise be able to fill these;" and as he concluded he laid the papers on the table, and stood waiting orders respecting them.
mr. moyese laid down the packet, and after looking over the papers george had brought in, replied: "i think we had. write to him to draw upon us for the amount he requires.—and, george," he continued, looking at him benevolently, "what would you like for a new-year's present?"
"anything you please, sir," was the respectful reply.
"well, george," resumed mr. moyese, "i have made up my mind to make you a present of——" here he paused and looked steadily at him for a few seconds; and then gravely handing him the papers, concluded, "of yourself, george! now mind and don't throw my present away, my boy." george stood for some moments looking in a bewildered manner, first at his master, then at the papers. at last the reality of his good fortune broke fully upon him, and he sank into a chair, and unable to say more than: "god bless you, mr. moyese!" burst into tears.
"now you are a pretty fellow," said the old man, sobbing himself, "it's nothing to cry about—get home as fast as you can, you stupid cry-baby, and mind you are here early in the morning, sir, for i intend to pay you five hundred dollars a-year, and i mean you to earn it," and thus speaking he bustled out of the room, followed by george's repeated "god bless you!" that "god bless you" played about his ears at night, and soothed him to sleep; in dreams he saw it written in diamond letters on a golden crown, held towards him by a hand outstretched from the azure above. he fancied the birds sang it to him in his morning walk, and that he heard it in the ripple of the little stream that flowed at the foot of his garden. so he could afford to smile when his relatives talked about his mistaken generosity, and could take refuge in that fervent "god bless you!"
six years after this event mr. moyese died, leaving george a sufficient legacy to enable him to commence business on his own account. as soon as he had arranged his affairs, he started for his old home, to endeavour to gain by personal exertions what he had been unable to learn through the agency of others—a knowledge of the fate of his mother. he ascertained that she had been sold and re-sold, and had finally died in new orleans, not more than three miles from where he had been living. he had not even the melancholy satisfaction of finding her grave. during his search for his mother he had become acquainted with emily, the wife of mr. garie, and discovered that she was his cousin; and to this was owing the familiar footing on which we find him in the household where we first introduced him to our readers.
mr. winston had just returned from a tour through the northern states, where he had been in search of a place in which to establish himself in business.
the introductions with which mr. garie had kindly favoured him, had enabled him to see enough of northern society to convince him, that, amongst the whites, he could not form either social or business connections, should his identity with, the african race be discovered; and whilst, on the other hand, he would have found sufficiently refined associations amongst the people of colour to satisfy his social wants, he felt that he could not bear the isolation and contumely to which they were subjected. he, therefore, decided on leaving the united states, and on going to some country where, if he must struggle for success in life, he might do it without the additional embarrassments that would be thrown in his way in his native land, solely because he belonged to an oppressed race.
