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PREFACE.



THOSE who have done us the favor to read ' ' Home-
ward Bound" will at once perceive that the
incidents of this book commence at the point
where those of the work just mentioned ceased.
We are fully aware of the disadvantage of dividing the
interest of a tale in this manner ; but in the present instance,
the separation has been produced by circumstances over
which the writer had very little control. As any one who
may happen to take up this volume will very soon discover
that there is other matter which it is necessary to know, it
may be as well to tell all such persons, in commencement,
therefore, that their reading will be bootless, unless they
have leisure to turn to the pages of ' ' Homeward Bound ' '
for their cue.

We remember the despair with which that admirable ob-
server of men, Mr. Mathews the comedian, confessed the
hopelessness of success, in his endeavors to obtain a suffi-
ciency of prominent and distinctive features to compose an
entertainment founded on American character. The whole
nation struck him as being destitute of salient points, and
as characterized by a respectable mediocrity, that, however
useful it might be in its way, was utterly without poetry,
humor, or interest to the observer. For one who dealt
principally with the more conspicuous absurdities of his
fellow -creatures, Mr. Mathews was certainly right ; we also
believe him to have been right in the main, in the general
tenor of his opinion ; for this country, in its ordinary aspects,
probably presents as barren a field to the writer of fiction,



HOME AS FOUND.



CHAPTER I.

*' ' Good morrow, coz.'
' Good morrow, sweet Hero.' "

Much Ado About Nothing.

WHEN Mr. Emngham determined to return home,
he sent orders to his agent to prepare his town-
house in New York for his reception, intend-
ing to pass a month or two in it, then to repair
to Washington for a few weeks, at the close of its season,
and to visit his country residence when the spring should
fairly open. Accordingly, Eve now found herself at the head
of one of the largest establishments in the largest American
town, within an hour after she had landed from the ship.
Fortunately for her, however, her father was too just to con-
sider a wife or a daughter a mere upper servant, and he
rightly judged that a liberal portion of his income should be
assigned to the procuring of that higher quality of domestic
service, which can alone relieve the mistress of a household
from a burden so heavy to be borne. Unlike so many of
those around him, who would spend on a single pretending
and comfortless entertainment, in which the ostentatious
folly of one contended with the ostentatious folly of another,
a sum that, properly directed, would introduce order and
system into a family for a twelvemonth, by commanding
the time and knowledge of those whose study they had
been, and who would be willing to devote themselves to



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such objects, and then permit their wives and daughters to
return to the drudgery to which the sex seems doomed in
this country, he first bethought him of the wants of social
life before he aspired to its parade. A man of the world,
Mr. Effingham possessed the requisite knowledge, and a
man of justice, the requisite fairness, to permit those who
depended on him so much for their happiness, to share
equitably in the good things that Providence had so liber-
ally bestowed on himself. In other words, he made two
people comfortable by paying a generous price for a house-
keeper: his daughter, in the first place, by releasing her
from cares that necessarily formed no more a part of her
duties than it would be a part of her duty to sweep the
pavement before the door ; and in the next place a very
respectable woman, who was glad to obtain so good a home
on so easy terms. To this simple and just expedient Eve
was indebted for being at the head of one of the quietest,
most truly elegant, and best ordered establishments in
America, with no other demands on her time than that
which was necessary to issue a few orders in the morning,
and to examine a few accounts once a week.

One of the first and most acceptable of the visits that Eve
received was from her cousin, Grace Van Cortlandt, who was
in the country at the moment of her arrival, but who hurried
back to town to meet her old schoolfellow and kinswoman,
the instant she heard of her having landed. Eve Effingham
and Grace Van Cortlandt were sisters' children, and had been
born within a month of each other. As the latter was with-
out father or mother, most of their time had been passed
together, until the former was taken abroad, when a separa-
tion unavoidably ensued. Mr. Effingham ardently desired,
and had actually designed to take his niece with him to
Europe, but her paternal grandfather, who was still living,
objected his years and affection, and the scheme was reluc-
tantly abandoned. This grandfather was now dead, and
Grace had been left, with a very ample fortune, almost en-
tirely the mistress of her own movements.

The moment of the meeting between these two warm-
hearted and sincerely attached young women was one of



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great interest and anxiety to both. They retained for each
other the tenderest love, though the years that had separ-
ated them had given rise to so many new impressions and
habits, that they did not prepare themselves for the interview
without apprehension. This interview took place about a
week after Eve was established in Hudson Square, and at an
hour earlier than was usual for the reception of visits.
Hearing a carriage stop before the door, and the bell ring,
our heroine stole a glance from behind a curtain, and recog-
nized her cousin as she alighted.

" Qu'avez-vous, ma chtre?" demanded Mademoiselle
Viefville, observing that her //w? trembled and grew pale.

"It is my cousin, Miss Van Cortlandt she whom I
loved as a sister ; we now meet for the first time in- so many
years ! "

" Bien dest une ires jolie juene personne ! " returned the
governess, taking a glance from the spot Eve had just quitted.
" Sur le rapport de la personne, ma chtre, vous devriez tre
contente, au moms."

"If you will excuse me, Mademoiselle, I will go down
alone ; I think I should prefer to meet Grace without wit-
nesses, in the first interview."

" Tris volontiers. Elle est parente, et c'esf bien naturel"

Eve, on this expressed approbation, met her maid at the
door, as she came to announce that Mademoiselle de Cort-
landt was in the library, and descended slowly to meet her.
The library was lighted from above by means of a small
dome, and Grace had unconsciously placed herself in the
very position that a painter would have chosen, had she
been about to sit for her portrait. A strong, full, rich
light fell obliquely on her, as Eve entered, displaying her
fine person and beautiful features to the very best advan-
tage, and they were features and a person that are not
seen every day, even in a country where female beauty is
so common. She was in a carriage dress, and her toilette
was rather more elaborate than Eve had been accustomed
to see at that hour, but still Eve thought she had seldom
seen a more lovely young creature. Some such thoughts
also passed through the mind of Grace herself, who,



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though struck, with a woman's readiness in such matters,
with the severe simplicity of Eve's attire, as well as with
its entire elegance, was more struck with the charms of
her countenance and figure. There was, in truth, a strong
resemblance between them, though each was distinguished
by an expression suited to her character, and to the habits
of her mind.

"Miss Effingham ! " said Grace, advancing a step to
meet the lady who entered, while her voice was scarcely
audible and her limbs trembled.

"Miss Van Cortlandt ! " said Eve, in the same low,
smothered tone.

This formality caused a chill in both, and each uncon-
sciously stopped and courtesied. Eve had been so much
struck with the coldness of the American manner during
the week she had been at home, and Grace was so sensi-
tive on the subject of the opinion of one who had seen so
much of Europe, that there was great danger, at that crit-
ical moment, the meeting would terminate unpropitiously.

Thus far, however, all had been rigidly decorous, though
the strong feelings that were glowing in the bosoms of
both had been so completely suppressed. But the smile,
cold and embarrassed as it was, that each gave as she
courtesied, had the sweet character of her childhood in it,
and recalled to both the girlish and affectionate intercourse
of their younger days.

" Grace !" said Eve, eagerly advancing a step or two
impetuously, and blushing like the dawn.

"Eve!"

Each opened her arms, and in a moment they were
locked in a long and fervent embrace. This was the re-
commencement of their former intimacy, and before night
Grace was domesticated in her uncle's house. It is true
that Miss Effingham perceived certain peculiarities about
Miss Van Cortlandt that she had rather were absent;
and Miss Van Cortlandt would have felt more at her ease
had Miss Effingham a little less reserve of manner on cer-
tain subjects that the latter had been taught to think inter-
dicted. Notwithstanding these slight separating shades in



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character, however, the natural affection was warm and sin-
cere ; and if Eve, according to Grace's notions, was a little
stately and formal, she was polished and courteous ; and if
Grace, according to Eve's notions, was a little too easy and
unreserved, she was feminine and delicate.

We pass over the three or four days that succeeded,
during which Eve had got to understand something of her
new position, and we will come at once to a conversation
between the cousins, that will serve to let the reader more
intimately into the opinions, habits, and feelings of both,
as well as to open the real subject of our narrative. This
conversation took place in that very library which had wit-
nessed their first interview, soon after breakfast, and while
the young ladies were still alone.

' ' I suppose, Eve, you will have to visit the Greens.
They are Hajjis, and were much in society last winter.

" Hajjis ! You surely do not mean, Grace, that they
have been to Mecca ? ' '

" Not at all : only to Paris, my dear ; that makes a Hajji
in New York."

' ' And does it entitle the pilgrim to wear the green tur-
ban?" asked Eve, laughing.

" To wear anything, Miss Erfingham ; green, blue, or
yellow, and to cause it to pass for elegance."

"And which is the favorite color with the family you
have mentioned ?"

"It ought to be the first, in compliment to the name,
but, if truth must be said, I think they betray an affection
for all, with not a few of the half tints in addition."

' ' I am afraid they are too prononctes for us, by this de-
scription. I am no great admirer, Grace, of walking rain-
bows."

"Too Green, you would have said, had you dared ; but
you are a Hajji too, and even the Greens know that a
Hajji never puns, unless, indeed, it might be one from
Philadelphia. But you will visit these people ? "

' ' Certainly, if they are in society and render it necessary
by their own civilities."

" They are in society, in virtue of their rights as Hajjis,



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but as they passed three months at Paris, you probably
know something of them."

' ' They may not have been there at the same time with
ourselves," returned Eve, quietly, "and Paris is a very
large town. Hundreds of people come and go that one never
hears of. I do not remember those you have mentioned. ' '

' ' I wish you may escape them, for, in my untravelled
judgment, they are anything but agreeable, notwithstand-
ing all they have seen, or pretend to have seen."

' ' It is very possible to have been all over Christendom,
and to remain exceedingly disagreeable ; besides, one may
see a great deal, yet see very little of a good quality."

A pause of two or three minutes followed, during which
Eve read a note, and her cousin played with the leaves of
a book.

" I wish I knew your real opinion of us, Eve," the last
suddenly exclaimed. ' ' Why not be frank with so near a
relative ; tell me honestly, now are you reconciled to your
country?"

"You are the eleventh person who has asked me this
question, which I find very extraordinary, as I have never
quarrelled with my country."

" Nay, I do not mean exactly that. I wish to hear how
our society has struck one who has been educated abroad."

"You wish, then, for opinions that can have no great
value, since my experience at home extends only to a fort-
night. But you have many books on the country, and
some written by very clever persons ; why not consult
them?"

" Oh ! you mean the travellers. None of them are worth
a second thought, and we hold them, one and all, in great
contempt."

" Of that I can have no manner of doubt, as one and all,
you are constantly protesting it, in the highways and by-
ways. There is no more certain sign of contempt than to
be incessantly dwelling on its intensity ! "

Grace had great quickness, as well as her cousin, and
though provoked at Eve's quiet hit, she had the good sense
and the good-nature to laugh.



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"Perhaps we do protest and disdain a little too strenu-
ously for good taste, if not to gain believers ; but surely,
Kve, you do not support these travellers in all that they
have written of us ? "

"Not in half, I can assure you. My father and cousin
Jack have discussed them too often in my presence to
leave me in ignorance of the very many political blunders
they have made, in particular."

' ' Political blunders ! I know nothing of them, and
had rather thought them right in the most of what they said
about our politics. But, surely, neither your father nor
Mr. John Effingham corroborates what they say of our
society ! "

" I cannot answer for either, on that point."

" Speak, then, for yourself. Do you think them right? "

" You should remember, Grace, that I have not yet seen
any society in New York."

" No society, dear ! Why, you were at the Hender-
sons', and the Morgans', and the Drewetts' ; three of the
greatest reunions that we have had in two winters ! ' '

" I did not know that you meant those unpleasant crowds,
by society."

"Unpleasant crowds! Why, child, that is society, is it
not?"

" Not what I have been taught to consider such ; I rather
think it would be better to call it company."

" And is not this what is called society in Paris ? "

"As far from it as possible; it may be an excrescence
of society ; one of its forms ; but by no means society itself.
It would be as true to call cards, which are sometimes
introduced in the world, society, as to call a ball, given in
two small and crowded rooms, society. They are merely
two of the modes in which idlers endeavor to vary their
amusements."

" But we have little else than these balls, the morning
visits, and an occasional evening in which there is no danc-
ing."

" I am sorry to hear it ; for, in that case, you can have
no society."



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" And is it different at Paris or Florence or Rome ? "

"Very. In Paris there are many houses open every
evening to which we can go with little ceremony. Our
sex appears in them, dressed according to what a gentle-
man I overheard conversing at Mrs. Henderson's would
call their ' ulterior intentions ' for the night ; some attired
in the simplest manner, others dressed for concerts, for the
opera, for court even ; some on the way from a dinner,
and others going to a late ball. All this matter-of-course
variety adds to the ease and grace of the company, and
coupled with perfect good manners, a certain knowledge
of passing events, pretty modes of expression, an accurate
and even utterance, the women usually find the means of
making themselves agreeable. Their sentiment is some-
times a little heroic, but this one must overlook, and it is
a taste, moreover, that is falling into disuse, as people read
better books."

"And you prefer this heartlessness, Eve, to the nature
of your own country ! "

"I do not know that quiet retenue and a good tone are
a whit more heartless than flirting, giggling, and childish-
ness. There may be more nature in the latter, certainly,
but it is scarcely as agreeable, after one has fairly got rid
of the nursery."

Grace looked vexed, but she loved her cousin too sin-
cerely to be angry. A secret suspicion that Eve was right,
too, came in aid of her affection, and while her little foot
moved, she maintained her good-nature, a task not always
attainable for those who believe that their own ' ' superla-
tives" scarcely reach to other people's "positives." At
this critical moment, when there was so much danger of a
jar in the feelings of these two young females, the library
door opened, and Pierre, Mr. Effingham's own man, an-
nounced

' ' Monsieur Bragg. ' '

" Monsieur who? " asked Eve, in surprise.

"Monsieur Bragg," returned Pierre, in French, "desires
to see Mademoiselle."

" You mean my father I know no such person."



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" He inquired first for Monsieur, but understanding Mon-
sieur was out, lie next asked to have the honor of seeing
Mademoiselle. ' '

" Is it what they call a person in England, Pierre ? "

Old Pierre smiled, as he answered,

" He has the air, Mademoiselle, though he esteems him-
self a personage, if I might take the liberty of judging."

' ' Ask him for his card there must be a mistake, I
think."

While this short conversation took place, Grace Van
Cortlandt was sketching a cottage with a pen, without at-
tending to a word that was said. But, when Eve received
the card from Pierre and read aloud, with the tone of sur-
prise that the name would be apt to excite in a novice in the
art of American nomenclature, the words ' ' Aristabulus
Bragg," her cousin began to laugh.

' ' Who can this possibly be, Grace ? Did you ever
hear of such a person, and what right can he have to wish
to see me?"

" Admit him, by all means ; it is your father's land agent,
and he may wish to leave some message for my uncle.
You will be obliged to make his acquaintance, sooner or
later, and it may as well be done now as at another time."

"You have shown this gentleman into the front drawing-
room, Pierre? "

" Oui, Mademoiselle."

" I will ring when you are wanted."

Pierre withdrew, and Eve opened her secretaire, out of
which she took a small manuscript book, over the leaves of
which she passed her fingers rapidly.

" Here it is," she said, smiling, " ' Mr. Aristabulus Bragg,
Attorney and Counsellor at Law, and the agent of the
Templeton estate.' This precious little work, you must
understand, Grace, contains sketches of the characters of
such persons as I shall be most likely to see, by John Effing-
ham, A. M. It is a sealed volume, of course, but there
can be no harm in reading the part that treats of our pres-
ent visitor, and, with your permission, we will have it in
common. ' Mr. Aristabulus Bragg was born in one of the



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western counties of Massachusetts, and emigrated to New
York, after receiving his education, at the mature age of
nineteen ; at twenty-one he was admitted to the bar, and
for the last seven years he has been a successful practi-
tioner in all the courts of Otsego, from the justice's to the
circuit. His talents are undeniable, as he commenced his
education at fourteen and terminated it at twenty-one, the
law course included. This man is an epitome of all that
is good and all that is bad, in a very large class of his
fellow-citizens. He is quick-witted, prompt in action, en-
terprising in all things in which he has nothing to lose, but
wary and cautious in all things in which he has a real
stake, and ready to turn not only his hand, but his heart
and his principles, to anything that offers an advantage.
With him, literally, " Nothing is too high to be aspired to,
nothing too low to be done." He will run for governor,
or for town clerk, just as opportunities occur, is expert in
all the practices of his profession, has had a quarter's
dancing, with three years in the classics, and turned his
attention towards medicine and divinity, before he finally
settled down into the law. Such a compound of shrewd-
ness, impudence, common-sense, pretension, humility, clev-
erness, vulgarity, kind-heartedness, duplicity, selfishness,
law-honesty, moral fraud, and mother-wit, mixed up with a
smattering of learning and much penetration in practical
things, can hardly be described, as any one of his promi-
nent qualities is certain to be met by another quite as ob-
vious that is almost its converse. Mr. Bragg, in short, is
purely a creature of circumstances, his qualities pointing
him out for either a member of congress, or a deputy sheriff,
offices that he is equally ready to fill. I have employed
him to watch over the estate of your father, in the absence
of the latter, on the principle that one practised in tricks is
the best qualified to detect and expose them, and with the
certainty that no man will trespass with impunity, so long
as the courts continue to tax bills of costs with their present
liberality.' You appear to know the gentleman, Grace ; is
this character of him faithful ? "
" I know nothing of bills of cost and deputy sheriffs,



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but I do know that Mr. Aristabulus Bragg is an amusing
mixture of strut, humility, roguery, and cleverness. He
is waiting all this time in the drawing-room, and you had
better see him, as he may now be almost considered part
of the family. You know he has been living in the house at
Templeton, ever since he was installed by Mr. John Efiing-
ham. It was there I had the honor first to meet him."

' ' First ! Surely you have never seen him anywhere else ! ' '

"Your pardon, my dear. He never comes to town
without honoring me with a call. This is the price I pay
for having had the honor of being an inmate of the same
house with him for a week. ' '

Eve rang the bell, and Pierre made his appearance.

" Desire Mr. Bragg to walk into the library."

Grace looked demure while Pierre was gone to usher
in their visitor, and Eve was thinking of the medley of
qualities John Efiingham had assembled in his description,
as the door opened, and the subject of her contemplation
entered.

" Monsieur Aristabule," said Pierre, eyeing the card, but
sticking at the first name.

Mr. Aristabulus Bragg was advancing with an easy assur-
ance, to make his bow to the ladies, when the more fin-
ished air and quiet dignity of Miss Effingham, who was
standing, so far disconcerted him, as completely to upset
his self-possession. As Grace had expressed it, in conse-
quence of having lived three years in the old residence at
Templeton, he had begun to consider himself a part of the
family, and at home he never spoke of the young lady
without calling her "Eve," or "Eve Efiingham." But he
found it a very different thing to affect familiarity among his
associates, and to practise it in the very face of its subject ;
and, although seldom at a loss for words of some sort or
another, he was now actually dumfounded. Eve relieved
his awkwardness by directing Pierre, with her eye, to hand
a chair, and first speaking.

" I regret that my father is not in," she said, by way of
turning the visit from herself; "but he is to be expected
every moment. Are you lately from Templeton ? "



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Aristabulus drew his breath, and recovered enough of his
ordinary tone of manner to reply with a decent regard to his



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