Having finished my business, and feeling the lassitude and exhaustion
incident to its dispatch, I felt that a protracted sea voyage would be
both agreeable and beneficial, so instead of embarking for my return on
one of the many fine passenger steamers I booked for New York on the
sailing vessel _Morrow_, upon which I had shipped a large and valuable
invoice of the goods I had bought. The _Morrow_ was an English ship
with, of course, but little accommodation for passengers, of whom there
were only myself, a young woman and her servant, who was a middle-aged
negress. I thought it singular that a traveling English girl should be
so attended, but she afterward explained to me that the woman had been
left with her family by a man and his wife from South Carolina, both of
whom had died on the same day at the house of the young lady’s father in
Devonshire—a circumstance in itself sufficiently uncommon to remain
rather distinctly in my memory, even had it not afterward transpired in
conversation with the young lady that the name of the man was William
Jarrett, the same as my own. I knew that a branch of my family had
settled in South Carolina, but of them and their history I was ignorant.
The _Morrow_ sailed from the mouth of the Mersey on the 15th of June and
for several weeks we had fair breezes and unclouded skies. The skipper,
an admirable seaman but nothing more, favored us with very little of his
society, except at his table; and the young woman, Miss Janette Harford,
and I became very well acquainted. We were, in truth, nearly always
together, and being of an introspective turn of mind I often endeavored
to analyze and define the novel feeling with which she inspired me—a
secret, subtle, but powerful attraction which constantly impelled me to
seek her; but the attempt was hopeless. I could only be sure that at
least it was not love. Having assured myself of this and being certain
that she was quite as whole-hearted, I ventured one evening (I remember
it was on the 3d of July) as we sat on deck to ask her, laughingly, if
she could assist me to resolve my psychological doubt.
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