Reminiscences of the Stmny South.
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��He wrenched and held, with Titan hooks of steel, From fonnts till then to feebler visions sealed,
The glorious doctrine of a Commonweal,
When States fraternal bear aloft one shield !
His tireless spirit, till three score and ten, Held vital conflict in the highest spheres,
Where brain and culture sway the fates of men. And stamp their impress on the tide of years.
There stands the statue of the living man,
Whose words of eloquence could senates charm,
And scorch the schemes Disunion's craft might plan. With potent lightnings from his Jove-like arm !
Thus he, the peer of statesman or of bard, Is crovvn'd, to-day, with all our love can give.
And here the legend of his high reward
We 'grave for Time,—" Behold, I, Webster, live ! "
��Sunapee, N. H., June 14, 1886.
��REMINISCENCES OF THE SUNNY SOUTH. By Lucixda Chandler.
��My first visit to the land of sun- shine in search of genial climate was in the winter of 1859-'60. During that season no muttering of the gath- ering storm, which culminated the fol- lowing year, marred the agreeable social life which, though void of ex- citement or intellectual stimulus in any form, afforded ample material for observation and study.
On my first trip I travelled in com- pany with a party comprising gentle- men friends, for which cause a feature of the gallantry of Southern men did not appear.
Any Northern person must always be impressed with the contrast of railroad management after reaching
��the Gulf States. After a little expe- rience of the surprising leisure of the train, that removes all sense of steam power or speed, one might imagine it possible to be favored with a halt for his own personal comfort, especially after the train iiad been stopped two oi' three times at no particular place, but because a flag was waved from somebody's dooryard which the road passed.
A marked feature of Southern manners and the social education of Southern men was made prominent on my second trip, the next year^ when accompanied only by a lady friend.
From Savannah, where we left
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