My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's HistoryStowe, Harriet Beecher
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My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's History
Stowe, Harriet Beecher
American fiction -- 19th century; Courtship -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Romance fiction
Correspondingly to this, Mrs. Van Arsdel, her next sister, was one who
said habitually, "What would you do, and how would you do it?" and so
the domestic duet was complete. Mrs. Wouverman did not succeed in
governing or reclaiming her husband, but she was none the less
self-confident for that; and having seen him comfortably into his grave,
she had nothing to do but get together the small remains of the estate
and devote herself to "dear Ellen and her children." Mrs. Wouverman
managed her own house, where everything was arranged with the strictest
attention and economy, and to the making a genteel appearance on a small
sum, and yet found abundance of time to direct sister Ellen and her
children.
She was a good natured, pleasant-mannered woman, fond of her nieces and
nephews; and her perfect faith in herself, the decision of all her
announcements, and the habitual attitude of consultation in which the
mother of the family stood towards her, led the Van Arsdel children as
they grew up to consider "Aunt Maria," like the Bible or civil
government, as one of the great ready-made facts of society, to be
accepted without dispute or injury.
Mrs. Wouverman had her own idea of the _summum bonum_, that great
obscure point about which philosophers have groped in vain. Had Plato or
Anaxagoras or any of those ancient worthies appealed to her, she would
have smiled on them benignantly and said: "Why yes, of course, don't you
see? the thing is very simple. You must keep the best society and make a
good appearance."
Mrs. Van Arsdel had been steadily guided by her in the paths of
fashionable progression. Having married into a rich old family, Aunt
Maria was believed to have mysterious and incommunicable secrets of
gentility at her command. She was always supposed to have an early
insight into the secret counsels of that sublime, awful, mysterious
"_they_," who give the law in fashionable life. "_They_ don't wear
bonnets that way, now!" "My love, _they_ wear gloves sewed with colored
silks, now!" or, "_they_ have done with hoops and flowing sleeves," or,
"_they_ are beginning to wear hoops again! _They_ are going to wear
long trains," or, "_they_ have done with silver powder now!" All which
announcements were made with a calm solemnity of manner calculated to
impress the youthful mind with a sense of their profound importance.
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