ssis,' when she might
have tasted the glories of freedom over in the crowded hollow where the
blacks were enjoying themselves and dying by the score. In six months
half of them were gone. They had their freedom--oh, yes, plenty of it;
they were quite free--to die! For, you see, madam, their masters, those
villainous old masters of theirs, were no longer there to feed and
clothe them. Oh! it was a great deliverance for the enfranchised people!
Bitter, am I? Put yourself in my place.

"What am I going to do? Nothing. The boy? He must take his chances. Let
him grow up under the new _regime_; I have told him nothing of the old.
It may be that he will prosper; people do prosper, they tell me. It
seems we were wrong, all wrong; then we must be very right now, for the
blacks are our judges, councilors, postmasters, representatives, and
law-makers. That is as it should be, isn't it? What! not so? But how can
it be otherwise? Ah, you think that a new king will arise who knows not
Joseph--that is, that a new generation will come to whom these
questions will be things of the past. It may be so; I do not know. I do
not know anything certainly any more, for my world has been torn
asunder, and I am uprooted and lost. No, you can not help me, no one can
help me. I can not adjust myself to the new order of things; I can not
fit myself in new soil; the fibers are broken. Leave me alone, and give
your help to the young; they can profit by it. The child? Well, if--if
you really wish it, I will not oppose you. Take him, and bring him up in
your rich, prosperous North; the South has no place for him. Go, and God
speed you! But, as for me, I will abide in mine own country. It will not
be until such as I have gone from earth that the new blood can come to
her. Let us alone; we will watch the old life out with her, and when her
new dawning comes we shall have joined our dead, and all of us, our
errors, our sins, and our sufferings will be forgotten."

FELIPA.

Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and woven
With intricate shades of the vines that, myriad cloven,
Clamber the forks of the multiform boughs.
... Green colonnades
Of the dim sweet woods, of the dear dark woods,
Of the heavenly woods and glades,
That run to the radiant marginal sand-beach within
The wide sea-marshes of Glynn.
... Free