Clotelle: A Tale of the Southern States

spared no pains in his son's education, with the hope that he would one day be as renowned as the leader of his sect. James had scarcely finished his education at New Haven, when he

ies in the neighborhood. Mr. Wilson was not an exception to this rule. The society into which he was thrown, on his arrival at Natchez, was too brilliant for him not t

on with a snug salary. Like other planters, Mr. Wilson confided the car

ce of nature had given way, and the farm now blossomed with a splendid harvest. The neat cottage stood in a grove, where Lombardy poplars lift thei

t only two months during the year. His town residence was a fi

efore laid down the law and gospel to the overseer as well as to the slaves. "It is my wish," said he to Mr. Carlingham, an old school-fellow who was spending a few days with him,-"It is my wish that a new system be

lingham, "about the righ

again about men's rights. I really wish

e of Rousseau, and have for years made the rights of man my study, and I must conf

you really have the negroes enjo

f Independence! look even at the Constitution of our own

humbug. The Bible is older than the Declarati

both gentlemen put forth their peculi

from Connecticut, where she had finished her education. She had had the opportunity of contrasting the spirit of Christianity and liberty in New England with that of slavery in her native State, and had learned to feel deeply for the injured negro. Georgia

been discussing; and as soon as an opportunity offered, she gave it as her opinion that

education and sympathy a Northerner." Mr. Wilson laughed, appearing rather pleased than otherwise at t

e respect for the rights of the slave. True Christian love is of an enlarged and disinterested natu

" said Mr. Wilson, in rather a sharp tone; but the subdued look of the

even if he felt disposed. A silence followed this exhortation from the young Christian, but her remarks had done a nobl