he prayer for
the President of the United States was omitted. Mr. Russell and Mr.
Catherwood nodded approvingly over the sermon in which the South was
justified, and the sanction of Holy Writ laid upon her Institution.
With not indifferent elation these gentlemen watched the departure of
brethren with whom they had labored for many years, save only when Mr.
Brinsmade walked down the aisle never to return. So it is that war, like
a devastating flood, creeps insistent into the most sacred places, and
will not be denied. Mr. Davitt, at least, preached that day to an united
congregation,--which is to say that none of them went out. Mr. Hopper,
who now shared a pew with Miss Crane, listened as usual with a most
reverent attention. The clouds were low and the streets wet as people
walked home to dinner, to discuss, many in passion and some in sorrow,
the doings of the morning. A certain clergyman had prayed to be
delivered from the Irish, the Dutch, and the Devil. Was it he who
started the old rumor which made such havoc that afternoon? Those
barbarians of the foreign city to the south, drunk with power, were to
sack and loot the city. How it flew across street and alley, from
yard to yard, and from house to house! Privileged Ned ran into the
dining-room where Virginia and her aunt were sitting, his eyes rolling
and his face ashen with terror, crying out that the Dutch were marching
on the city, firebrands in hand and murder in their hearts.

"De Gen'ral done gib out er procl'mation, Miss Jinny," he cried. "De
Gen'ral done say in dat procl'mation dat he ain't got no control ober de
Dutch soldiers."

Mrs. Colfax fainted.

"Oh Miss Jinny, ain't you gwineter Glencoe? Ain't you gwineter flee
away? Every fambly on dis here street's gwine away--is packin' up fo' de
country. Doan't you hear 'em, Miss Jinny? What'll your pa say to Ned of
he ain't make you clear out! Doan't you hear de carridges a-rattlin' off
to de country?"

Virginia rose in agitation, yet trying to be calm, and to remember
that the safety of the household depended upon her alone. That was her
thought,--bred into her by generations,--the safety of the household,
of the humblest slave whose happiness and welfare depended upon her
father's bounty. How she longed in that instant for her father or
Captain Lige, for some man's strength, to depend upon. Would there be
wisdom in flight?

"Do you want to go, Ned?" she asked. She has seen her aunt swoon before,
and he