Old Times in Dixie Land

efully trained to be good domestics, and who were given to me by my father on my marriage. I always liked to go into the kitchen, but sometimes my cook, who had been for twelve years in training,

by my family, being accredited with a genius for giving those delicious and elusive flavors that are inspirations and cannot be taught. The artist cook

elate. I made periodical visits to our plantation in Point Coupe parish, over fifty miles distant from Clinton. En route I would often desire my coachman to drive faster, and he would do so for the moment, then would fall back into the

human soul and the brown earth from which we have sprung, and to which we shall return. There is no outward influence that can be compared to that of living, growing, blooming things. The resurrections of the springtime cause an epidemic of gardening fever that prevails until intenser sunshine discourages exertions. When buds are bursting and color begins to glow on every bush and trellis I do not see how any one ca

ematurely from my dolls. With every moment devoted to his interests he became such a precocious wonder that all the servants prophesied: "Dat chile's not long for dis worl', Miss Calline!" I was not disturbed, however, by these mournful predicti

at night, for I never could refuse an interview to any of the negroes who called upon me. I observe that my diaries of those days are full of notes of my attendance upon sick servants. When President Lincoln

I made my first t

find the children here are set to work as soon as they are able 'to do a turn' or go on an errand, and are kept steadily at it until they grow up, run away, or die. Dear little 'Sis Daisy' in this house is running constantly all day long and her little fat hands are broader than mine, from grasping things too large and heavy for so small a child to handle. She drops

follow her into a darkened room where she had taken the child to be rocked, and was just in time to witness a heavy blow administered in anger to the little creature. In an instant the child was in my arms. "Go out of my sight," I said, "you shall never touch her again. You are free from this hour!" At the

lia goin' to die if you doan' giv' her somethin' ter do. She doan' eat nothin'. Can't yo set her ter washin'?" "She may wash for herself or for you if she wishes," I replied; "she is free!" At the end of two weeks Julia threw herself at my feet in a deluge of tears begging to be forgiven and to be allowed t

en my friends remarked upon the late arrival I informed them that he had come in answer to special prayer, like Hannah's o

esolate little ones who come into the world unwelcomed, and grow up in loveless homes! When in the great yellow fever epidemic of 1878 I lost my eldest daughter, my good children, David and Lula, gave me their baby Bessie to comfort my sorrow. She was my own for four years. I was in the habit of in

aching has usually a salutary influence on troublesome little folks, and is deserving of the increasing attention it is receiving.

aying the same dues ($5.00) as the men, and a working member of a committee. In my disgust I said: "I always thought that a vote in political affairs was withheld from woman because it is not desirable for her to come in contact with the common rabble lest her purity be soiled. She should never descend into the foul, dusty arena of the polling booth; but here in Tulane Hall where we are specially invited, in the respectable