""G.o.d is near you when you are at the wash-tub or the ironing-table."
""Brethren, I thought last Sabbath I wouldn"t live to this; a man gets such a notion sometimes."
"April 9, Alabama River. Some lessons we of the North might learn from the South, and one is a greater regard for human life. I asked the captain of our boat if they had any accidents in these waters. He said, "We don"t kill people at the South, we gave that up some years ago; we leave it to the North, and the North seems to be capable of doing it."
"The reason for this is, that they are in no hurry. The Southern character is opposed to haste. Safety is of more worth than speed, and there is no hurry.
"Every one at the South introduces its "peculiar inst.i.tution" into conversation.
"They talk as I expected Southern people of intelligence to talk; they lament the evil, and say, "It is upon us, what can we do? To give them freedom would be cruel."
"Southerners fall back upon the Bible at once; there is more of the old-fashioned religion at the South than at the North; that is, they are not intellectual religionists. They are shocked by the irreligion of Ma.s.sachusetts, and by Theodore Parker. They read the Bible, and can quote it; they are ready with it as an argument at every turn. I am of course not used to the warfare, and so withdraw from the fight.
"One argument which three persons have brought up to me is the superior condition of the blacks now, to what it would have been had their parents remained in Africa, and they been children of the soil. I make no answer to this, for if this is an argument, it would be our duty to enslave the heathen, instead of attempting to enlighten them.
"We hear some anecdotes which are amusing. A Judge Smith, of South Carolina, moved to Alabama, and became a prominent man there. He was sent to the Senate. He was violently opposed by a young man who said that but for his gray hair he would challenge him. Judge Smith said, "You are not the first coward who has taken shelter beneath my gray hairs."
"The same Judge Smith, when a proposition came before the Senate to build a State penitentiary, said, "Wall in the city of Mobile; you will have your penitentiary and its inmates."
"So far I have found it easier to travel without an escort South and West than at the North; that is, I have more care taken of me. Every one is courteous, too, in speech. I know that they cannot love Ma.s.sachusetts, but they are careful not to wound my feelings. They acknowledge it to be the great State in education; they point to a pretty village and say, "Almost as neat as a New England village."
"Savannah, April 15.... To-day we left town at ten o"clock for a drive in any direction that we liked. Mr. F. and I went in a buggy, and Miss S. cantered behind us on her horse.
"The road that we took led to some rice plantations ten miles out of the city. Our path was ornamented by the live-oaks, cedar trees, the dogwood, and occasionally the mistletoe, and enlivened sometimes by the whistle of the mocking-bird. Down low by the wheels grew the wild azalea and the jessamine. Above our heads the Spanish moss hung from the trees in beautiful drapery.
"By mistake we drove into the plantation grounds of Mr. Gibbons, a man of wealth, who is seldom on his lands, and where the avenues are therefore a little wild, and the roads a little rough.
"We came afterwards upon a road leading under the most magnificent oaks that I ever saw. I felt as if I were under the arched roof of some ancient cathedral.
"The trees were irregularly grouped and of immense size, throwing their hundreds of arms far upon the background of heaven, and bearing the drapery of the Spanish moss fold upon fold, as if they sought to keep their raiment from touching the earth. I was perfectly delighted, and think it the finest picture I have yet seen.
"Retracing our steps, we sought the plantation of Mr. Potter--a very different one from that of Mr. Gibbons, as all was finish and neatness; a fine mansion well stored with books, and some fine oaks, some of which Mr. Potter had planted himself.
"Mr. Potter walked through the fields with us, and, stopping among the negro huts, he said to a little boy, "Call the children and give us some singing." The little boy ran off, shouting, "Come and sing for ma.s.sa;"
and in a few minutes the little darkies might be seen running through the fields and tumbling over the fences in their anxiety to get to us, to the number of eighteen.
"They sat upon the ground around us and began their song. The boy who led sang "Early in the Morning," and the other seventeen brought in a chorus of "Let us think of Jesus." Then the leader set up something about "G.o.d Almicha," to which the others brought in another chorus.
"They were a dirty and shabby looking set, but as usual fat, even to the little babies, whom the larger boys were tending. One little girl as she pa.s.sed Mr. Potter carelessly put her hand in his and said, "Good morning, ma.s.sa."
"Mrs. G. tells me an anecdote which shows the Southern sentiment on the one subject. The ladies of Charleston were much pleased with Miss Murray, and got up for her what they called a Murray testimonial, a collection of divers pretty things made by their own hands. The large box was ready to be sent to England, but alas for Miss Murray! While they were debating in what way it should be sent to ensure its reaching her without cost to herself, in an unwise moment she sent twenty-five dollars to "Bleeding Kansas," and the fit of good feeling towards her ebbed; the "testimonial" remains unsent.
"April 23, Charleston. This place is somewhat like Boston in its narrow streets, but unlike Boston in being quiet; as is all the South. Quiet and moderation seem to be the attributes of Southern cities. You need not hurry to a boat for fear it will leave at the hour appointed; it never does.
"We took a carriage and drove along the Battery. The snuff of salt air did me good.
"Then we went on to a garden of roses, owned and cultivated by a colored woman. She has some twenty acres devoted to flowers and vegetables, and she owns twenty "n.i.g.g.e.rs." The universal term for slaves is "n.i.g.g.e.rs."
"n.i.g.g.e.r, bring that horse," "n.i.g.g.e.r, get out of the way," will be said by the finest gentleman, and "My n.i.g.g.e.rs" is said by every one.
"I do not believe that the slaves are badly treated; there may be cases of it, but I have seen them only sleek, fat, and lazy.
"The old buildings of Charleston please me exceedingly. The houses are built of brick, standing end to the street, three stories in height, with piazza above piazza at the side; with flower gardens around, and magnolias at the gates; the winding steps to the mansions festooned with roses.
"I have just called on Miss Rutledge, who lives in the second oldest house in the city; herself a fine specimen of antiquity, in her double-ruffled cap and plaided black dress; she chatted away like a young person, using the good old English.
"April 26. To-day Mr. Capers called on me. I was pleased with the account he gave me of his college life, and of a meeting held by his cla.s.s thirty years after they graduated. Some thirty of them a.s.sembled at the Revere House in Boston; they spread a table with viands from all sections of the country. Mr. Capers sent watermelons, and another gentleman from Kentucky sent the wines of his State.
"They sat late at table; they renewed the old friendships and talked over college scenes, and when it was near midnight some one proposed that each should give a sketch of his life, so they went through in alphabetical order.
"Adams was the first. He said, "You all remember how I waited upon table in commons. You know that I afterwards went through college, but you do not know that to this man [and he pointed to a cla.s.smate] I was indebted for the money that paid for my college course."
"Anderson was the second, and he told of his two wives: of the first, much; of the second, little. Bowditch came next, and he said he would tell of Anderson"s second wife, who was a Miss Lockworth, of Lexington, Ky.
"Anderson, a widower, and his brother went to Lexington, carrying with them a letter of introduction to the father of the young lady.
"While the brother was making an elaborate toilet, Anderson strolled out, and came, in his walk, upon a beautiful residence, and saw, within the enclosure, some inviting grounds. He stopped and spoke to the porter, and found it was Mr. Lockworth"s. He told the porter that he had letters to Mr. Lockworth, and was intending to call upon him. The porter was very communicative, and told him a good deal. Anderson asked if there were not a pretty daughter. The porter asked him to walk around.
As he entered the gate he reached a dollar to the man, and, being much pleased, when he came out he reached the porter another dollar.
"Anderson went back to the hotel, told his brother about it, and they set out together to deliver the letter. The brother knew Mr. Lockworth, and as they met him in the parlor, he walked up, shook hands with him, and asked to present his brother, Lars Anderson. "No introduction is necessary," said Mr. Lockworth; and putting his hand into his pocket, drawing out the two dollars, he added, "I am already in your debt just this sum!" The "pretty daughter" was sitting upon the sofa.
"Mr. Capers told me that their autobiographies drew smiles and tears alternately; they continued till one o"clock; then one of the cla.s.s said, "Brothers, do you know that not a winegla.s.s has yet been turned up, not a drop of wine drunk? And all were at once so impressed with the conviction that they had all been lifted above the needs of the flesh that they refused to drink, and one of the clergymen of the cla.s.s kneeling in prayer, they all knelt at once, even to some idle spectators who were looking on.
"April 28. Nothing can exceed the hospitality shown to us. We have several invitations for each day, and calls without limit.
"I had heard Mrs. Holbrook described as a wonder, and I found her a very pleasing woman, all ready to talk, and talking with a richness of expression which shows a full mind. Mrs. Holbrook was a Rutledge, and it was amusing, after seeing her, to open Miss Bremer"s "Homes of the New World," and read her extravagant comments. Miss Bremer was certainly made happy at Belmont.
"April 29. To-day I have been to see Miss Pinckney. She is the last representative of her name, is over eighty, and still retains the animation of youth, though somewhat shaken in her physical strength by age. I found her sitting in an armchair, her feet resting upon a cushion, surrounded by some half-dozen callers.
"She rose at once when I entered, and insisted upon my occupying her seat, while she took a less comfortable one.
"The walls of the room were ornamented with portraits of Major-General Pinckney by Stuart, Stuart"s Washington, one by Morris of General Thomas Pinckney, and a portrait of Miss Pinckney"s mother.
"Miss Pinckney is a very plain woman, but much beloved for her benevolence.
"It is said that on looking over her diary which she keeps, recording the reasons for her many gifts to her friends and to her slaves, such entries as these will be found:
""$---- to Mary, because she is married."
""$---- to Julia, because she has no husband."
"Miss Pinckney showed me among her centre-table ornaments a miniature of Washington; one of her grandmother, of exceeding beauty; one of each of the Pinckneys whose portraits are on the walls.
"Charleston is full of ante-Revolution houses, and they please me. They were built when there was no hurry; they were built to last, and they have lasted, and will yet last for the children of their present possessors.
"Nothing can be happier in expression than the faces of the colored children. They have what must be the ease of the lower cla.s.ses in a despotic country. The slaves have no care, no ambition; their place is a fixed one--they know it, and take all the good they can get. The children are fat, sleek, and, inheriting no nervous longings from their parents, are on a constant grin--at play with loud laughs and high leaps.
"May 1. It does not follow because the slaves are sleek and fat and really happy--for happy I believe they are--that slavery is not an evil; and the great evil is, as I always supposed, in the effect upon the whites. The few Southern gentlemen that I know interest me from their courtesy, agreeable manners, and ready speech. They also strike me as childlike and fussy. I catch myself feeling that I am the man and they are women; and I see this even in the captain of a steamer. Then they all like to talk sentiment--their religion is a feeling.
"May 2. The negroes are remarkable for their courtesy of manner. Those who belong to good families seem to pride themselves upon their dress and style.