<h2><SPAN name="chap02"></SPAN>CHAPTER II</h2>
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New Orleans—Society—Creoles and Quadroons Voyage up the Mississippi</p>
<p>On first touching the soil of a new land, of a new continent, of a new world,
it is impossible not to feel considerable excitement and deep interest in
almost every object that meets us. New Orleans presents very little that can
gratify the eye of taste, but nevertheless there is much of novelty and
interest for a newly arrived European. The large proportion of blacks seen in
the streets, all labour being performed by them; the grace and beauty of the
elegant Quadroons, the occasional groups of wild and savage looking Indians,
the unwonted aspect of the vegetation, the huge and turbid river, with its low
and slimy shore, all help to afford that species of amusement which proceeds
from looking at what we never saw before.</p>
<p>The town has much the appearance of a French Ville de Province, and is, in
fact, an old French colony taken from Spain by France. The names of the streets
are French, and the language about equally French and English. The market is
handsome and well supplied, all produce being conveyed by the river. We were
much pleased by the chant with which the Negro boatmen regulate and beguile
their labour on the river; it consists but of very few notes, but they are
sweetly harmonious, and the Negro voice is almost always rich and powerful.</p>
<p>By far the most agreeable hours I passed at New Orleans were those in which I
explored with my children the forest near the town. It was our first walk in
“the eternal forests of the western world,” and we felt rather
sublime and poetical. The trees, generally speaking, are much too close to be
either large or well grown; and, moreover, their growth is often stunted by a
parasitical plant, for which I could learn no other name than “Spanish
moss;” it hangs gracefully from the boughs, converting the outline of all
the trees it hangs upon into that of weeping willows. The chief beauty of the
forest in this region is from the luxuriant undergrowth of palmetos, which is
decidedly the loveliest coloured and most graceful plant I know. The pawpaw,
too, is a splendid shrub, and in great abundance. We here, for the first time,
saw the wild vine, which we afterwards found growing so profusely in every part
of America, as naturally to suggest the idea that the natives ought to add wine
to the numerous production of their plenty-teeming soil. The strong pendant
festoons made safe and commodious swings, which some of our party enjoyed,
despite the sublime temperament above-mentioned.</p>
<p>Notwithstanding it was mid-winter when we were at New Orleans, the heat was
much more than agreeable, and the attacks of the mosquitos incessant, and most
tormenting; yet I suspect that, for a short time, we would rather have endured
it, than not have seen oranges, green peas, and red pepper, growing in the open
air at Christmas. In one of our rambles we ventured to enter a garden, whose
bright orange hedge attracted our attention; here we saw green peas fit for the
table, and a fine crop of red pepper ripening in the sun. A young Negress was
employed on the steps of the house; that she was a slave made her an object of
interest to us. She was the first slave we had ever spoken to, and I believe we
all felt that we could hardly address her with sufficient gentleness. She
little dreamed, poor girl, what deep sympathy she excited; she answered us
civilly and gaily, and seemed amused at our fancying there was something
unusual in red pepper pods; she gave us several of them, and I felt fearful
lest a hard mistress might blame her for it. How very childish does ignorance
make us! and how very ignorant we are upon almost every subject, where hearsay
evidence is all we can get!</p>
<p>I left England with feelings so strongly opposed to slavery, that it was not
without pain I witnessed its effects around me. At the sight of every Negro
man, woman, and child that passed, my fancy wove some little romance of misery,
as belonging to each of them; since I have known more on the subject, and
become better acquainted with their real situation in America, I have often
smiled at recalling what I then felt.</p>
<p>The first symptom of American equality that I perceived, was my being
introduced in form to a milliner; it was not at a boarding-house, under the
indistinct outline of “Miss C—,” nor in the street through
the veil of a fashionable toilette, but in the very penetralia of her temple,
standing behind her counter, giving laws to ribbon and to wire, and ushering
caps and bonnets into existence. She was an English woman, and I was told that
she possessed great intellectual endowments, and much information; I really
believe this was true. Her manner was easy and graceful, with a good deal of
French tournure; and the gentleness with which her fine eyes and sweet voice
directed the movements of a young female slave, was really touching: the way,
too, in which she blended her French talk of modes with her customers, and her
English talk of metaphysics with her friends, had a pretty air of indifference
in it, that gave her a superiority with both.</p>
<p>I found with her the daughter of a judge, eminent, it was said, both for legal
and literary ability, and I heard from many quarters, after I had left New
Orleans, that the society of this lady was highly valued by all persons of
talent. Yet were I, traveller-like, to stop here, and set it down as a national
peculiarity, or republican custom, that milliners took the lead in the best
society, I should greatly falsify facts. I do not remember the same thing
happening to me again, and this is one instance among a thousand, of the
impression every circumstance makes on entering a new country, and of the
propensity, so irresistible, to class all things, however accidental, as
national and peculiar. On the other hand, however, it is certain that if
similar anomalies are unfrequent in America, they are nearly impossible
elsewhere.</p>
<p>In the shop of Miss C— I was introduced to Mr. M’Clure, a venerable
personage, of gentlemanlike appearance, who in the course of five minutes
propounded as many axioms, as “Ignorance is the only devil;”
“Man makes his own existence;” and the like. He was of the New
Harmony school, or rather the New Harmony school was of him. He was a man of
good fortune, (a Scotchman, I believe), who after living a tolerably gay life,
had “conceived high thoughts, such as Lycurgus loved, who bade flog the
little Spartans,” and determined to benefit the species, and immortalize
himself, by founding a philosophical school at New Harmony. There was something
in the hollow square legislations of Mr. Owen, that struck him as admirable,
and he seems, as far as I can understand, to have intended aiding his views, by
a sort of incipient hollow square drilling; teaching the young ideas of all he
could catch, to shoot into parallelogramic form and order. This venerable
philosopher, like all of his school that I ever heard of, loved better to
originate lofty imaginings of faultless systems, than to watch their
application to practice. With much liberality he purchased and conveyed to the
wilderness a very noble collection of books and scientific instruments; but not
finding among men one whose views were liberal and enlarged as his own, he
selected a woman to put into action the machine he had organized. As his
acquaintance with this lady had been of long standing, and, as it was said,
very intimate, he felt sure that no violation of his rules would have place
under her sway; they would act together as one being: he was to perform the
functions of the soul, and will everything; she, those of the body, and perform
everything.</p>
<p>The principal feature of the scheme was, that (the first liberal outfit of the
institution having been furnished by Mr. M’Clure,) the expense of keeping
it up should be defrayed by the profits arising from the labours of the pupils,
male and female, which was to be performed at stated intervals of each day, in
regular rotation with learned study and scientific research. But unfortunately
the soul of the system found the climate of Indiana uncongenial to its peculiar
formation, and, therefore, took its flight to Mexico, leaving the body to
perform the operations of both, in whatever manner it liked best; and the body,
being a French body, found no difficulty in setting actively to work without
troubling the soul about it; and soon becoming conscious that the more simple
was a machine, the more perfect were its operations, she threw out all that
related to the intellectual part of the business, (which to do poor soul
justice, it had laid great stress upon), and stirred herself as effectually as
ever body did, to draw wealth from the thews and sinews of the youths they had
collected. When last I heard of this philosophical establishment, she, and a
nephew-son were said to be reaping a golden harvest, as many of the lads had
been sent from a distance by indigent parents, for gratuitous education, and
possessed no means of leaving it.</p>
<p>Our stay in New Orleans was not long enough to permit our entering into
society, but I was told that it contained two distinct sets of people, both
celebrated, in their way, for their social meetings and elegant entertainments.
The first of these is composed of Creole families, who are chiefly planters and
merchants, with their wives and daughters; these meet together, eat together,
and are very grand and aristocratic; each of their balls is a little
Almack’s, and every portly dame of the set is as exclusive in her
principles as the excluded but amiable Quandroons, and such of the gentlemen of
the former class as can by any means escape from the high places, where pure
Creole blood swells the veins at the bare mention of any being tainted in the
remotest degree with the Negro stain.</p>
<p>Of all the prejudices I have ever witnessed, this appears to me the most
violent, and the most inveterate. Quadroon girls, the acknowledged daughters of
wealthy American or Creole fathers, educated with all of style and
accomplishments which money can procure at New Orleans, and with all the
decorum that care and affection can give; exquisitely beautiful, graceful,
gentle, and amiable, these are not admitted, nay, are not on any terms
admissable, into the society of the Creole families of Louisiana. They cannot
marry; that is to say, no ceremony can render an union with them legal or
binding; yet such is the powerful effect of their very peculiar grace, beauty,
and sweetness of manner, that unfortunately they perpetually become the objects
of choice and affection. If the Creole ladies have privilege to exercise the
awful power of repulsion, the gentle Quadroon has the sweet but dangerous
vengeance of possessing that of attraction. The unions formed with this
unfortunate race are said to be often lasting and happy, as far as any unions
can be so, to which a certain degree of disgrace is attached.</p>
<p>There is a French and an English theatre in the town; but we were too fresh
from Europe to care much for either; or, indeed, for any other of the town
delights of this city, and we soon became eager to commence our voyage up the
Mississippi.</p>
<p>Miss Wright, then less known (though the author of more than one clever volume)
than she has since become, was the companion of our voyage from Europe; and it
was my purpose to have passed some months with her and her sister at the estate
she had purchased in Tennessee. This lady, since become so celebrated as the
advocate of opinions that make millions shudder, and some half-score admire,
was, at the time of my leaving England with her, dedicated to a pursuit widely
different from her subsequent occupations. Instead of becoming a public orator
in every town throughout America, she was about, as she said, to seclude
herself for life in the deepest forests of the western world, that her fortune,
her time, and her talents might be exclusively devoted to aid the cause of the
suffering Africans. Her first object was to shew that nature had made no
difference between blacks and whites, excepting in complexion; and this she
expected to prove by giving an education perfectly equal to a class of black
and white children. Could this fact be once fully established, she conceived
that the Negro cause would stand on firmer ground than it had yet done, and the
degraded rank which they have ever held amongst civilized nations would be
proved to be a gross injustice.</p>
<p>This question of the mental equality, or inequality between us, and the Negro
race, is one of great interest, and has certainly never yet been fairly tried;
and I expected for my children and myself both pleasure and information from
visiting her establishment, and watching the success of her experiment.</p>
<p>The innumerable steam boats, which are the stage coaches and fly waggons of
this land of lakes and rivers, are totally unlike any I had seen in Europe, and
greatly superior to them. The fabrics which I think they most resemble in
appearance, are the floating baths (les bains Vigier) at Paris. The annexed
drawing will give a correct idea of their form. The room to which the double
line of windows belongs, is a very handsome apartment; before each window a
neat little cot is arranged in such a manner as to give its drapery the air of
a window curtain. This room is called the gentlemen’s cabin, and their
exclusive right to it is somewhat uncourteously insisted upon. The breakfast,
dinner, and supper are laid in this apartment, and the lady passengers are
permitted to take their meals there.</p>
<p>On the first of January, 1828, we embarked on board the Belvidere, a large and
handsome boat; though not the largest or handsomest of the many which displayed
themselves along the wharfs; but she was going to stop at Memphis, the point of
the river nearest to Miss Wright’s residence, and she was the first that
departed after we had got through the customhouse, and finished our
sight-seeing. We found the room destined for the use of the ladies dismal
enough, as its only windows were below the stem gallery; but both this and the
gentlemen’s cabin were handsomely fitted up, and the former well
carpeted; but oh! that carpet! I will not, I may not describe its condition;
indeed it requires the pen of a Swift to do it justice. Let no one who wishes
to receive agreeable impressions of American manners, commence their travels in
a Mississippi steam boat; for myself, it is with all sincerity I declare, that
I would infinitely prefer sharing the apartment of a party of well conditioned
pigs to the being confined to its cabin.</p>
<p>I hardly know any annoyance so deeply repugnant to English feelings, as the
incessant, remorseless spitting of Americans. I feel that I owe my readers an
apology for the repeated use of this, and several other odious words; but I
cannot avoid them, without suffering the fidelity of description to escape me.
It is possible that in this phrase, “Americans,” I may be too
general. The United States form a continent of almost distinct nations, and I
must now, and always, be understood to speak only of that portion of them which
I have seen. In conversing with Americans I have constantly found that if I
alluded to anything which they thought I considered as uncouth, they would
assure me it was local, and not national; the accidental peculiarity of a very
small part, and by no means a specimen of the whole. “That is because you
know so little of America,” is a phrase I have listened to a thousand
times, and in nearly as many different places. <i>It may be so</i>—and
having made this concession, I protest against the charge of injustice in
relating what I have seen.</p>
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