Self-Raised; Or, From the Depths — Reading Companion

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Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte, 1819-1899 Project Gutenberg 2004 Not confirmed
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Southworth's serial novel traces Ishmael's rise from despair after losing Claudia, while a subplot involving Lord Vincent, Faustina, and a faked death unfolds through deception and criminal concealment. The excerpts reveal a dense, morally charged narrative with multiple perspectives.
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Something I know. Oft, shall it come about When every heart is full of hope for man, The horizon straight is darkened, and a doubt Clouds all. The work the youth so well began Wastes down, and by some deed of shame is finished. Ah, yet we will not be dismayed: What seemed the triumph of the Fiend at length Might be the effort of some dying devil, Permitted to put forth his fullest strength To loose it all forever! --_Owen Meredith._

Awful as the anguish of his parting with Claudia had been, it was not likely that Ishmael, with his strength of intellect and will, would long succumb to despair. It was not in Claudia's power to make his life quite desolate; how could it be so while Bee cared for him?

Bee had loved Ishmael as long as Ishmael had loved Claudia. She had loved him when he was a boy at school; when he was a young country teacher; when he was a law-student; and she loved him now that he was a successful barrister. This love, founded in esteem and honor, had constantly deepened and strengthened. In loving Ishmael, she found mental and spiritual development; and in being near him and doing him good she found comfort and happiness. And being perfectly satisfied with the present, Bee never gave a thought to the future. That she tacitly left, where it belongs, to God.

Or if at times, on perceiving Ishmael's utter obliviousness of her own kindly presence and his perfect devotion to the thankless Claudia, Bee felt a pang, she went and buried herself with domestic duties, or played with the children in the nursery, or what was better still, if it happened to be little Lu's "sleepy time" she would take her baby-sister up to her own room, sit down and fold her to her breast and rock and sing her to sleep. And certainly the clasp of those baby-arms about her neck, and the nestling of that baby-form to her bosom, drew out all the heart-ache and soothed all the agitation.

Except these little occasional pangs Bee had always been blessed in loving. Her love, all unrequited, as it seemed, was still the sweetest thing in the world to her; and it seemed thus, because in fact it was so well approved by her mind and so entirely unselfish. It seemed to be her life, or her soul, or one with both; Bee was not metaphysical enough to decide which. She would not struggle with this love, or try to conquer it, any more than she would have striven against and tried to destroy her mental and spiritual life. On the contrary she cherished it as she did her religion, of which it was a part; she cherished it as she did her love of God, with which it was united.

And loving Ishmael in this way, if she should fail to marry him, Bee resolved never to marry another; but to live and die a maiden; still cherishing, still hiding this most precious love in her heart as a miser hides his gold. Whether benign nature would have permitted the motherly little maiden to have carried out this resolution, I do not know; or what Bee would have done in the event of Ishmael's marrying another, she did not know. When Claudia went away, Bee, in the midst of her regret at parting with her cousin, felt a certain sense of relief: but when she saw the effect of that departure upon Ishmael she became alarmed for him; and after the terrible experiences of that day and night Bee's one single thought in life was--Ishmael's good.

On the morning succeeding that dreadful day and night, Ishmael awoke early, in full possession of his faculties. He remembered all the incidents of that trying day and night; reflected upon their effects; and prayed to God to deliver him from the burden and guilt of inordinate and sinful affections.

Then he arose, made his toilet, read a portion of the Scriptures, offered up his morning prayers, and went below stairs.

In the breakfast parlor he found Bee, the busy little house-keeper, fluttering softly around the breakfast table, and adding a few finishing touches to its simple elegance.

Very fair, fresh, and blooming looked Bee in her pale golden ringlets and her pretty morning dress of white muslin with blue ribbons. There was no one else in the room; but Bee advanced and held out her hand to him.

He took her hand, and retaining it in his own for a moment, said:

"Oh, Bee! yesterday, last night!"

"'Upbraid not the past; it comes not back again.' Ishmael! bury it; forget it; and press onward!" replied Bee sweetly and solemnly.

The opening chapter, 'Recovery,' immediately establishes Ishmael's resilience after a painful parting from Claudia, noting that 'it was not in Claudia's power to make his life quite desolate' because Bee's steadfast love sustains him. Southworth frames Bee's affection as founded 'in esteem and honor,' deepening over time, and links it to Ishmael's intellectual and willful strength. This direct characterization sets up a contrast between romantic loss and enduring companionship, a pattern likely to recur.

The narrative voice is omniscient and moralizing, as seen in the epigraph from Owen Meredith that warns of 'some deed of shame' undoing good work. Readers should attend to how the author uses such framing to foreshadow conflicts and to judge characters' actions, especially in the later excerpts where deception and crime dominate.

The Moral Compass of the Narrator

Southworth's narrator frequently steps in to comment on characters' ethics, as when the viscount's deception of Faustina prompts the observation: 'This shows the utter falsity of the absurd proverb that asserts "there is honor among thieves."' Such interjections are not mere asides; they shape the reader's understanding of the moral stakes. The narrator insists that 'there can be no honor and no confidence in any league wherein the bond is guilt,' a principle that governs the later plot involving Lord Vincent and Mrs. Dugald.

This editorial voice also analyzes motives. Regarding the viscount's lies about Katie's death, the narrator speculates on possible reasons—'perhaps it was for the purpose of gaining some power over her; perhaps it was from the pleasure of torturing her'—before settling on 'the mere habit of duplicity.' Readers should note how these explicit judgments create a clear moral hierarchy, distinguishing characters like Ishmael, who is described with 'strength of intellect and will,' from those who are 'slaves' to passion and deceit.

Deception as a Structural Engine

The later excerpts revolve around a web of lies. Lord Vincent tells Faustina that Katie's body was 'sunk in the depths of the sea,' but the narrator reveals he actually sold the three negroes to a West Indian smuggler. This gap between what characters believe and what the reader knows generates suspense. The viscount's habitual deception extends to his accomplice: 'he had deceived Mrs. Dugald from the first; he habitually deceived her.'

Southworth uses this pattern to drive the plot forward. Faustina's terror about the 'dead body' and her relief at its supposed disposal contrast with the viscount's secret crime, creating dramatic irony. Readers should track how each character's knowledge—or ignorance—of these deceptions influences their decisions, especially as the narrative moves toward the chapter titles hinting at 'The Plot Against Claudia' and 'In the Traitor's Toils.'

Setting and Atmosphere of Confinement

The excerpts shift from Ishmael's emotional recovery to the claustrophobic interiors of Castle Cragg. Mrs. MacDonald's willingness to stay 'with great pleasure' at the 'plentiful establishment' underscores how economic need traps characters in morally compromising situations. The locked door of Mrs. Dugald's boudoir, where she and the viscount conspire in 'feverish impatience,' creates a sense of secrecy and pressure.

Details like the 'heavy weight' tied to the supposed corpse and the 'depths of the sea' echo the novel's subtitle, 'From the Depths,' suggesting that physical and moral depths are linked. The contrast between Ishmael's open landscape of recovery and the cramped, candlelit rooms of Castle Cragg may signal a broader thematic opposition between aspiration and entrapment. Readers should note how setting reinforces character states: Faustina's 'dilated eyes' and 'husky voice' match the dark, confined space.

Character Dynamics Through Dialogue

Dialogue in the excerpts reveals power imbalances. Lord Vincent's speech to Mrs. MacDonald is courteous and formal—'I thank you, madam. I thank you very much'—while his exchanges with Faustina are intimate and manipulative. He calls her 'my angel' and 'my love,' yet the narrator clarifies that his 'passion for the woman was by no means that pure love which seeks first of all the good of its object.'

Faustina's questions are short and urgent: 'She is gone—really gone?' and 'The dead body?' The viscount's evasive answers—'Certainly not' and 'It is gone'—show his control over information. In contrast, the earlier description of Bee's love for Ishmael is rendered in summary, not dialogue, suggesting that genuine affection is less dramatic than deceit. Readers should compare how Southworth uses direct speech for villainy and narrative summary for virtue, a technique that may persist throughout the novel.

These excerpts offer a concentrated view of Southworth's method: a moralizing narrator, intricate deceptions, and settings that mirror inner states. First-time readers may find it useful to track who knows what at each stage, as the plot depends on secrets and revelations. The chapter titles—'A Deep One,' 'A Night of Horror,' 'The Castle Vault'—promise further entanglements. Pay attention to how the author balances Ishmael's upward trajectory with the downward spiral of the Castle Cragg characters; the novel's title suggests both are part of a single design.

I was rereading the old Southworth serial, watching Ishmael stumble through that murky stretch of loss, and it brought back something quieter—From Jest to Earnest, which I found one rainy afternoon. It has the same patient way of letting truth surface without force. Their deceptions, too, feel less like plot than weather. Somehow they share that heavy, odd comfort. From Jest to Earnest — A Reader’s Guide simply stayed near my chair for weeks.

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