loon. When the bell rang for the last time, and Ulysses's
mate bawled, "Now! any one for shore!" Calypso and her female attendant
must have both walked over the same plank, with beating hearts and
streaming eyes; both must have waved pocket-handkerchiefs (of far
different value and texture), as they stood on the quay, to their
friends on the departing vessel, whilst the people on the land, and the
crew crowding in the ship's bows, shouted hip, hip, huzzay (or whatever
may be the equivalent Greek for the salutation) to all engaged on that
voyage. But the point to be remembered is, that if Calypso ne pouvait
se consoler, Calypso's maid ne pouvait se consoler non plus. They had to
walk the same plank of grief, and feel the same pang of separation; on
their return home, they might not use pocket-handkerchiefs of the same
texture and value, but the tears, no doubt, were as salt and plentiful
which one shed in her marble halls, and the other poured forth in the
servants' ditto.

Not only did Harry Warrington leave Castlewood a victim to love, but
Gumbo quitted the same premises a prey to the same delightful passion.
His wit, accomplishments, good-humour, his skill in dancing, cookery,
and music, had endeared him to the whole female domestic circle. More
than one of the men might be jealous of him, but the ladies all were
with him. There was no such objection to the poor black men then in
England as has obtained since among white-skinned people. Theirs was
a condition not perhaps of equality, but they had a sufferance and
a certain grotesque sympathy from all; and from women, no doubt, a
kindness much more generous. When Ledyard and Parke, in Blackmansland,
were persecuted by the men, did they not find the black women pitiful
and kind to them? Women are always kind towards our sex. What (mental)
negroes do they not cherish? what (moral) hunchbacks do they not adore?
what lepers, what idiots, what dull drivellers, what misshapen monsters
(I speak figuratively) do they not fondle and cuddle? Gumbo was treated
by the women as kindly as many people no better than himself: it was
only the men in the servants'-hall who rejoiced at the Virginian lad's
departure. I should like to see him taking leave. I should like to see
Molly housemaid stealing to the terrace-gardens in the grey dawning to
cull a wistful posy. I should like to see Betty kitchenmaid cutting off
a thick lock of her chestnut ringlets which she proposed to exchange for