passed from her forever； without the possibility of even a parting word。
Miss Ophelia； with characteristic strength and self…control； had remained with her kinsman to the last；—all eye； all ear； all attention； doing everything of the little that could be done； and joining with her whole soul in the tender and impassioned prayers which the poor slave had poured forth for the soul of his dying master。
When they were arranging him for his last rest； they found upon his bosom a small； plain miniature case； opening with a spring。 It was the miniature of a noble and beautiful female face； and on the reverse； under a crystal； a lock of dark hair。 They laid them back on the lifeless breast；—dust to dust；—poor mournful relics of early dreams； which once made that cold heart beat so warmly！
Tom’s whole soul was filled with thoughts of eternity； and while he ministered around the lifeless clay； he did not once think that the sudden stroke had left him in hopeless slavery。 He felt at peace about his master； for in that hour； when he had poured forth his prayer into the bosom of his Father； he had found an answer of quietness and assurance springing up within himself。 In the depths of his own affectionate nature； he felt able to perceive something of the fulness of Divine love； for an old oracle hath thus written；—“He that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God； and God in him。” Tom hoped and trusted； and was at peace。
But the funeral passed； with all its pageant of black crape； and prayers； and solemn faces； and back rolled the cool； muddy waves of every…day life； and up came the everlasting hard inquiry of “What is to be done next？”
It rose to the mind of Marie； as； dressed in loose morning…robes； and surrounded by anxious servants； she sat up in a great easy…chair； and inspected samples of crape and bombazine。 It rose to Miss Ophelia； who began to turn her thoughts towards her northern home。 It rose； in silent terrors； to the minds of the servants； who well knew the unfeeling； tyrannical character of the mistress in whose hands they were left。 All knew； very well； that the indulgences which had been acomorded to them were not from their mistress； but from their master； and that； now he was gone； there would be no screen between them and every tyrannous infliction which a temper soured by affliction might devise。
It was about a fortnight after the funeral； that Miss Ophelia； busied one day in her apartment； heard a gentle tap at the door。 She opened it； and there stood Rosa； the pretty young quadroon； whom we have before often noticed； her hair in disorder； and her eyes swelled with crying。
“O； Miss Feeley；” she said； falling on her knees； and catching the skirt of her dress； “do； do go to Miss Marie for me！ do plead for me！ She’s goin’ to send me out to be whipped—look there！” And she handed to Miss Ophelia a paper。
It was an order； written in Marie’s delicate Italian hand； to the master of a whipping…establishment to give the bearer fifteen lashes。
“What have you been doing？” said Miss Ophelia。
“You know； Miss Feely； I’ve got such a bad temper； it’s very bad of me。 I was trying on Miss Marie’s dress； and she slapped my face； and I spoke out before I thought； and was saucy； and she said that she’d bring me down； and have me know； once for all； that I wasn’t going to be so topping as I had been； and she wrote this； and says I shall carry it。 I’d rather she’d kill me； right out。”
Miss Ophelia stood considering； with the paper in her hand。
“You see； Miss Feely；” said Rosa； “I don’t mind the whipping so much； if Miss Marie or you was to do it； but； to be sent to a man！ and such a horrid man；—the shame of it； Miss Feely！”
Miss Ophelia well knew that it was the universal custom to send women and young girls to whipping…houses； to the hands of the lowest of men；—men vile enough to make this their profession；—there to be subjected to brutal exposure and shameful correction。 She had known it before； but hitherto she had never realized it； till she saw the slender form of Rosa almost convulsed with distress。 All the honest blood of womanhood； the strong New England blood of liberty； flushed to her cheeks； and throbbed bitterly in her indignant heart； but； with habitual prudence and self…control； she mastered herself； and； crushing the paper firmly in her hand； she merely said to Rosa；
“Sit down； child； while I go to your mistress。”
“Shameful！ monstrous！ outrageous！” she said to herself； as she was crossing the parlor。
She found Marie sitting up in her easy…chair； with Mammy standing by her； combing her hair； Jane sat on the ground before her； busy in chafing her feet。
“How do you find yourself； today？” said Miss Ophelia。
A deep sigh； and a closing of the eyes； was the only reply； for a moment； and then Marie answered； “O； I don’t know； Cousin； I suppose I’m as well as I ever shall be！” and Marie wiped her eyes with a cambric handkerchief； bordered with an inch deep of black。
“I came；” said Miss Ophelia； with a short； dry cough； such as commonly introduces a difficult subject；—“I came to speak with you about poor Rosa。”
Marie’s eyes were open wide enough now； and a flush rose to her sallow cheeks； as she answered； sharply；
“Well； what about her？”
“She is very sorry for her fault。”
“She is； is she？ She’ll be sorrier； before I’ve done with her！ I’ve endured that child’s impudence long enough； and now I’ll bring her down；—I’ll make her lie in the dust！”
“But could not you punish her some other way；—some way that would be less shameful？”
“I mean to shame her； that’s just what I want。 She has all her life presumed on her delicacy； and her good looks； and her lady…like airs； till she forgets who she is；—and I’ll give her one lesson that will bring her down； I fancy！”
“But； Cousin； consider that； if you destroy delicacy and a sense of shame in a young girl； you deprave her very fast。”
“Delicacy！” said Marie； with a scornful laugh；—“a fine word for such as she！ I’ll teach her； with all her airs； that she’s no better than the raggedest black wench that walks the streets！ She’ll take no more airs with me！”
“You will answer to God for such cruelty！” said Miss Ophelia； with energy。
“Cruelty；—I’d like to know what the cruelty is！ I wrote orders for only fifteen lashes； and told him to put them on lightly。 I’m sure there’s no cruelty there！”
“No cruelty！” said Miss Ophelia。 “I’m sure any girl might rather be killed outright！”
“It might seem so to anybody with your feeling； but all these creatures get used to it； it’s the only way they can be kept in order。 Once let them feel that they are to take any airs about delicacy； and all that； and they’ll run all over you； just as my servants always have。 I’ve begun now to bring them under； and I’ll have them all to know that I’ll send one out to be whipped； as soon as another； if they don’t mind themselves！” said Marie； looking around her decidedly。
Jane hung her head and cowered at this； for she felt as if it was particularly directed to her。 Miss Ophelia sat for a moment； as if she had swallowed some explosive mixture； and were ready to burst。 Then； recollecting the utter uselessness of conte