The Life and Beauties of f.a.n.n.y Fern.
by Anonymous.
PREFACE.
In preparing for the press "THE LIFE AND BEAUTIES OF f.a.n.n.y FERN," we have given to the reader a statement of the most prominent incidents in her eventful career, which is authenticated, not only by the testimony of her nearest relatives, but by communications from her own lips. The lives of distinguished men or women have always been accounted public property, and, in narrating that of f.a.n.n.y Fern, we have confined ourselves to simple facts, leaving the fancy-pictures to be filled up by others.
In giving selections from her "Beauties," we present the reader with a bouquet of "Ferns," all freshly gathered. In so doing, we have infringed on no one"s copy-right; the sketches having been copied, in every instance, from the papers to which they were originally contributed. A large proportion of them have never before appeared within the covers of a book. These latter are the very articles upon which f.a.n.n.y made her reputation. We have given quotations which do justice to every variety of her versatile style. One page flashes with the keen edge of satire, another brims over with mirth, and a third is tearful with pathos.
We have shown f.a.n.n.y at home, on the street, and in church, and have thus furnished a key which will unlock many of the mysteries of "Ruth Hall," and "Fern Leaves."
I.
GENIUS IN PANTALETTES.
Saral Payson Willis, the subject of this sketch, was born in Portland, Maine, July 9th, 1811. Through the negligence, doubtless, of the clerk of the town, it is not recorded that the sun stood still on the eventful morning, but old housewives tell a legend of the c.o.c.ks"
crowing with extraordinary shrillness in honor of this wonderful advent. She is the daughter of Mr. Nathaniel Willis, one of the most industrious and respectable citizens of Boston, now a man well advanced in years. It is scarcely necessary to add that she is sister to Mr. N. P. Willis, the brilliant essayist and poet.
Mr. Willis, senior, "commenced life" as a mechanic, and at the time of his marriage worked at the case as a journeyman printer. He afterwards published the Eastern Argus, in Portland. Meeting with reverses in that city, he removed to Boston, where he established, and for many years edited, the "Recorder," the oldest religious paper in New-England.
Mr. Willis has met with a similar experience to that of most men in his calling. He never made a fortune at publishing. At the present time, although aged and infirm, he finds it necessary to devote his failing energies to the publication of the "Youth"s Companion." Yet, notwithstanding his narrow means, Mr. Willis contrived--at how great a sacrifice only parents can guess, to give his sons and daughters that education which is a poor man"s n.o.blest legacy.
II.
f.a.n.n.y AT SCHOOL.
In accordance with the course he had wisely planned for his children, Sarah Willis--the veritable "f.a.n.n.y"--was favored with an early introduction into the seminary of Miss Catherine E. Beecher, in Hartford, Conn. At this well-conducted establishment--the most popular in the country, at that time--Miss f.a.n.n.y received her first strong impressions of life and the world. We have never heard her spoken of as a very apt or studious pupil. Staid works of philosophy and learning were not much to her taste. But from the prohibited pages of romances and poems, eagerly devoured in secret, her craving genius derived an active stimulus. Already she had become a keen dissector of the human heart, and she found plenty of pleasant practice for the scalpel of her wit among the young ladies of the school. Here, too, the novel and startling experiences of boarding-school flirtation gave their warm coloring to her future life. f.a.n.n.y possessed a large capacity for this description of knowledge, and her writings show a better memory for those more pleasant branches of female education, than for the dry rules of syntax and prosody. In fact, the best of her sketches are transcripts of her school-girl life--for f.a.n.n.y writes well only when giving the concentrated vinegar and spice of her own vivid experiences.
A sketch of f.a.n.n.y"s, ent.i.tled "A LEAF FROM MY EXPERIENCE," referring to her school-life, may, perhaps, form the best embodiment of the earlier portion of her school-history.
"Miss Jemima Keturah Rix was at the head of a flourishing school for very young ladies and gentlemen. She originated in the blue state of Connecticut, where the hens, from principle, refrain from laying eggs on Sunday, and the yeast stops _working_ for the same reason. She had very little opinion of her own s.e.x, and none at all of the other. Her means were uncommonly limited, yet "she was too much of a gentlewoman to keep school, had it not been for her strong desire to reform the rising generation."
"In person, she was tall and spare, with small, snapping black eyes, and thin, compressed lips, telling strongly of her vixenish propensities. She could repeat the Ten Commandments and a.s.sembly"s Catechism _backwards_, without missing a word; and was a firm believer in total depravity and the eternal destruction of little dead babies.
"She had the usual variety of temper and disposition, generally found in a school, and a way of her own of getting along with them. She would catch a refractory pupil with one hand by the shoulder, and press the thumb with such force into the hollow of the arm, that the poor victim was ready to subscribe to any articles of faith or practice she might see fit to draw up; and who of us will soon forget that old bra.s.s thimble, mounted on her skinny forefinger, as it came snapping against our foreheads?
"Being considered an untamable witch at home, I had the ill luck to be sent to this little initiatory purgatory. This was unfortunate, as Miss Rix and I looked at life through very different pairs of spectacles. The first great grief I can remember, was when I was about as tall as a rosebush,--nearly breaking my heart, because a little boy _threw away_ one of my ringlets, that I cut off for his especial keeping. In fact, I may as well own it, I was _born_ a _coquette_; and the lynx eyes of Miss Rix had already discovered it.
"She always made a chalk line on the floor between the girls and boys, that neither were allowed to cross without a special permit. Being aware of this, I had been in the habit of making certain telegraphic communications with a little lover of mine, in jacket and trowsers, on the other side of chalk-dom.
"Little dreaming of the storm that was brewing, I sat watching her one morning, as she slowly drew from her pocket a long piece of cord, and tested its strength. Raising her sharp cracked voice to its most crucifying pitch, she called,
""Miss Minnie May and Mr. Harry Hall step out upon the floor." Of course, we didn"t do anything else, when, turning us back to back, she silently proceeded to tie our elbows together with the cord, remarking, with a satanic grin, as she sat down, that "we seemed to be so fond of each other, it was a pity to keep us apart."
"Now this was a very _cutting_ thing to me, in more ways than one, as Harry"s jacket sleeves protected _his_ arms, while my little fat elbows were getting redder every minute from the twitches he made to extricate himself; for, like some bigger boys, he was very willing to be a _fair-weather_ lover, but couldn"t face a _storm_. I"ve never forgiven him for it, (true to my woman nature,) and though I often meet him now, (he is a thriving physician with an extensive practice;) and he looks so roguishly from out those saucy black eyes, as much as to say, "I wouldn"t mind being _tied_ to you now, Minnie," I give him a perfect freezer of a look and "pa.s.s by on the other side."
"I understand that Miss Rix has rested from her labors and gone to her reward. I wish no better satisfaction than that she _may get it_!"
III.
THE NEW NAME.
f.a.n.n.y"s career as a young lady seems to have been very lively. She recalls many amusing reminiscences of early flirtations. Among others, she led away captive the heart of a certain Unitarian clergyman, the son of a wealthy family. As _she_ affirms, however, "papa" concluded that he had learned the Westminster Catechism to so little purpose as to be no safe partner for his orthodox daughter. But, like a large spare chamber, swept and garnished, her affections had plenty of room for a new occupant.
There were breezy walks on the common, mysterious whisperings over skeins of thread with handsome clerks, until at length the conquering hero came. Like a sun-flower in the beams of morning, her heart expanded at the warm suit of her favored lover.
May 4th, 1837, at a period of well-matured womanhood, Sarah Willis became Sarah Eldredge. The fortunate husband of the yet undeveloped genius, was an only child--the son of the late Dr. Eldredge, a highly esteemed physician, in the neighborhood of Boston. Her first child died at the age of three years, but two remaining daughters, the fruit of this union, now reside with their mother in New York. One is about ten, and the other we should judge from her appearance to be some fifteen years of age.
Mr. Eldredge enjoyed a handsome income from his services as cashier of the Merchant"s Bank, the largest inst.i.tution of the kind in Boston.
Now we esteem the domestic virtues of economy and prudence; but a penurious mode of life is not so readily pardoned as the opposite extreme of lavish expenditure; and the devoted husband of so spirited a young wife may certainly be excused for "living" to the extent of his means. But, as Oth.e.l.lo very properly observes, "Who can control his fate?" Had the young banker been as wise as he was generous and indulgent, he would have looked forward through the long, bright vista of the present, to that proverbial "rainy day," liable at any time to befall. In the prime of manhood, October 6th, 1846, he was cut off by a sharp, quick stroke from Death"s remorseless hand; and the wife and mother, awaking suddenly from her gay dreams, saw affliction and widowhood descend upon her like a pall.
IV.
THE HUSBAND"S DEATH.
Throughout the whole course of f.a.n.n.y"s writings we are presented with frequent and most pleasing pictures of her own self. Not only does she figure as the graceful heroine of "Ruth Hall," but all her sketches have a connection more or less remote with the events of her own life.
The following sketch, as we are a.s.sured, is a description of the death of her husband, though it contains one of the customary portraitures of f.a.n.n.y herself.
"THE YOUNG WIFE"S AFFLICTION.--A delightful summer we pa.s.sed, to be sure, at the ---- Hotel, in the quiet village of S----. A collection of prettier women, or more gentlemanly, agreeable men, were never thrown together by the necessity of seeking country quarters in the dog-days. Fashion, by common consent, was laid upon the shelf, and comfort and smiling faces were the natural result. Husbands took the cars in the morning for the city, rejoicing in linen coats and pants, and loose neck-ties; their wives, equally independent till their return, in flowing muslin wrappers, not too dainty for the wear and tear of little climbing feet, fresh from the meadow or wildwood.
"There were no separate "cliques" or "sets;" n.o.body knew, or inquired, or cared, whether your great grandfather had his horse shod, or shoed horses for other people. The ladies were not afraid of s.m.u.tting their fingers, or their reputation, if they washed their own children"s faces; and didn"t consider it necessary to fasten the door, and close the blinds, when they replaced a missing b.u.t.ton on their husband"s waistband, or mended a ragged frock.
"Plenty of fruit, plenty of fresh, sweet air, plenty of children, and plenty of room for them to play in. A short nap in the afternoon, a little additional care in arranging tumbled ringlets, and in girding a fresh robe round the waist, and they were all seated in the cool of the evening on the long piazza, smiling, happy, and expectant, as the car bell announced the return of their liege lords from the dusty, heated city. It was delightful to see their _business faces_ brighten up, as each fair wife came forward and relieved them from the little parcels and newspapers they carried in their hands, and smiled a welcome, sweet as the cool, fresh air that fanned their heated foreheads. A cold bath, a clean d.i.c.key, and they were presentable at the supper table, where merry jokes flew round, and city news was discussed between the fragrant cups of tea, and each man fell in love with his pretty wife _over again_, (or his _neighbor"s_, if he liked!)
"It was one harmonious, happy family! Mrs. ---- and her husband were the prime ministers of fun and frolic in the establishment. It was _she_ who concocted all the games, and charades, and riddles, that sent our merry shouts ringing far and wide, as we sat in the evening on the long moonlit piazza. It was she who planned the picnics and sails, and drives in the old hay-cart; the berry parties, and romps on the green; and the little cosy suppers in the back parlor just before bed time (that n.o.body but herself could have coaxed out of the fussy old landlord.) It was she who _salted_ our coffee and _sugared_ our toast; it was she who made puns for us, and wrote verses; it was she who sewed up pockets in overcoats, or stole cigars, or dipped the ends in water; it was she who nursed all the sick children in the house; it was she who cut out frocks, and pinafores, and caps, for unskilful mothers; it was she who was here and there, and every where, the embodiment of mischief, and fun, and kindness; and as she flew past her handsome husband, (with her finger on her lip,) bent upon some new prank, he would look after her with a proud, happy smile, _more eloquent than words_.
"He was the handsomest man I ever saw--tall, commanding and elegant, with dark blue eyes, a profusion of curling black hair, glittering white teeth, and a form like Apollo"s. Mary was _so proud_ of him! She would always watch his eye when she meditated any little piece of roguery, and it was discontinued or perfected _as she read its language_. He was just the man to appreciate her--to understand her sensitive, enthusiastic nature; to know when to check, when to encourage; and it needed but _a word, a look_; for her _whole soul_ went out to him.
"And so the bright summer days sped fleetly on; and now autumn had come, with its gorgeous beauty, and no one had courage to speak of breaking up our happy circle; but ah! there came _one_, with stealthy steps, _who had no such scruples_!