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6th Feb 2010?I declare to you, ? said he, suddenly stopping... 644 ?I declare to you,? said he, suddenly stopping before his cousin ?(It?s no sort of use to talk or to feel on this subject), but I declare to you, there have been times when I have thought, if the whole country would sink, and hide all this injustice and misery from the light, I would willingly sink with itWhen I have been travelling up and down on our boats, or about on my collecting tours, and reflected that every brutal, disgusting, mean, low-lived fellow I met, was allowed by our laws to become absolute despot of as many men, women and children, as he could cheat, steal, or gamble money enough to buy,?when I have seen such men in actual ownership of helpless children, of young girls and women,?I have been ready to curse my country, to curse the human race!??Augustine! Augustine!? said Miss Ophelia, ?I?m sure you?ve said enoughI never, in my life, heard anything like this, even at the North?At the North!? said StClare, with a sudden change of expression, and resuming something of his habitual careless tone?Pooh! your northern folks are cold-blooded; you are cool in everything! You can?t begin to curse up hill and down as we can, when we get fairly at it?Well, but the question is,? said Miss Ophelia?O, yes, to be sure, the question is,?and a deuce of a question it is! How came you in this state of sin and misery? Well, I shall answer in the good old words you used to teach me, SundaysI came so by ordinary generationMy servants were my father?s, and, what is more, my mother?s; and now they are mine, they and their increase, which bids fair to be a pretty considerable itemMy father, you know, came first from New England; and he was just such another man as your father,?a regular old Roman,?upright, energetic, noble-minded, with an iron willYour father settled down in New England, to rule over rocks and stones, and to force an existence out of Nature; and mine settled in Louisiana, to rule over men and women, and force existence out of themClare, getting up and walking to a picture at the end of the room, and gazing upward with a face fervent with veneration, ?she was divine! Don?t look at me so!?you know what I mean! She probably was of mortal birth; but, as far as ever I could observe, there was no trace of any human weakness or error about her; and everybody that lives to remember her, whether bond or free, servant, acquaintance, relation, all say the sameWhy, cousin, that mother has been all that has stood between me and utter unbelief for yearsShe was a direct embodiment and personification of the New Testament,?a living fact, to be accounted for, and to be accounted for in no other way than by its truthO, mother! mother!? said StClare, clasping his hands, in a sort of transport; and then suddenly checking himself, he came back, and seating himself on an ottoman, he went on:?My brother and I were twins; and they say, you know, that twins ought to resemble each other; but we were in all points a contrastHe had black, fiery eyes, coal-black hair, a strong, fine Roman profile, and a rich brown complexionI had blue eyes, golden hair, a Greek outline, and fair complexionHe was active and observing, I dreamy and inactiveHe was generous to his friends and equals, but proud, dominant, overbearing, to inferiors, and utterly unmerciful to whatever set itself up against himTruthful we both were; he from pride and courage, I from a sort of abstract idealityWe loved each other about as boys generally do,?off and on, and in general;?he was my father?s pet, and I my mother?s?There was a morbid sensitiveness and acuteness of feeling in me on all possible subjects, of which he and my father had no kind of understanding, and with which they could have no possible sympathyBut mother did; and so, when I had quarreled with Alfred, and father looked sternly on me, I used to go off to mother?s room, and sit by herI remember just how she used to look, with her pale cheeks, her deep, soft, serious eyes, her white dress,?she always wore white; and I used to think of her whenever I read in Revelations about the saints that were arrayed in fine linen, clean and whiteShe had a great deal of genius of one sort and another, particularly in music; and she used to sit at her organ, playing fine old majestic music of the Catholic church, and singing with a voice more like an angel than a mortal woman; and I would lay my head down on her lap, and cry, and dream, and feel,?oh, immeasurably!?things that I had no language to say!?In those days, this matter of slavery had never been canvassed as it has now; nobody dreamed of any harm in it?My father was a born aristocratI think, in some preexistent state, he must have been in the higher circles of spirits, and brought all his old court pride along with him; for it was ingrain, bred in the bone, though he was originally of poor and not in any way of noble familyMy brother was begotten in his image?Now, an aristocrat, you know, the world over, has no human sympathies, beyond a certain line in societyIn England the line is in one place, in Burmah in another, and in America in another; but the aristocrat of all these countries never goes over itWhat would be hardship and distress and injustice in his own class, is a cool matter of course in another oneMy father?s dividing line was that of colorAmong his equals, never was a man more just and generous; but he considered the negro, through all possible gradations of color, as an intermediate link between man and animals, and graded all his ideas of justice or generosity on this hypothesisI suppose, to be sure, if anybody had asked him, plump and fair, whether they had human immortal souls, he might have hemmed and hawed, and said yesBut my father was not a man much troubled with spiritualism; religious sentiment he had none, beyond a veneration for God, as decidedly the head of the upper classes?Well, my father worked some five hundred negroes; he was an inflexible, driving, punctilious business man; everything was to move by system,?to be sustained with unfailing accuracy and precisionNow, if you take into account that all this was to be worked out by a set of lazy, twaddling, shiftless laborers, who had grown up, all their lives, in the absence of every possible motive to learn how to do anything but ?shirk,? as you Vermonters say, and you?ll see that there might naturally be, on his plantation, a great many things that looked horrible and distressing to a sensitive child, like me?Besides all, he had an overseer,?great, tall, slab-sided, two-fisted renegade son of Vermont?(begging your pardon),?who had gone through a regular apprenticeship in hardness and brutality and taken his degree to be admitted to shop practice
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