On the 10th of July, en route East, at Kingsville, three long boxes on the railway depôt platform, containing the bodies of soldiers from Richmond. A poor mother was bending over one, flicking off the flies: she had gone 450 miles to nurse him and dress his wounds, and now had brought the body of the loved one to lay it by his father's at Camden, and go on by next train. How many of these long boxes I saw afterwards in my travels-all-powerful tradition -"gathered unto his people!"-watched over by some fond relative, in whom patience, resignation, and resolve had conquered mourning! I was glad to find improvement already, in the care of the wounded at Kingsville junction.

In the tangled woods on the Wateree the mockingbird cheered the weary hours, as I waited six hours for the P.M. train, the morning train being full of soldiers hastening back to the army in Virginia, yelling with delight as they entered and left the depot, six cars full-300 men, at least, who were returning after recovery from wounds and sickness. Thus it seems an inexhaustible well of the chalybeate spring of war is ever supplying the Southern soul thirsting for freedom. The suffering and haggard warrior goes down from Virginia to the distant home, ere long to come up again sound and strong,

eager for the fight: as he lay in his quiet homestead, and some dear one daily read of the horrors of the coast-the violations in Kentucky-the rapacious cruelties of Butler at New Orleans; the tenderness of her eyes converted to fierce indignation, came as fresh springs to his recovery.

The implement, too, for drawing up the full buckets grows stronger by the work,-the cars and engines formerly made in Philadelphia are now made in the newly-erected factories of the several companies better and stronger; the iron from the mines of North Carolina is found to be more durable for rails than the imported iron. Negroes withdrawn from the plantations are set to work; among them there are excellent mechanics. This rail, South Carolina and Columbia, I was told paid nine per

cent.

CHAPTER VI.

Back at the Refuge, and then to the Wakamah and the Blockaders.

noon

WHEN I arrived at Conwayboro', 185 miles east of Columbia, on the 11th of July, I found that the thermometer in my sister's sitting-room had been 93° all yesterday, but a thunder-storm this aftercooled the air-mocking-birds were singing all day close to the house. A negro nurse came to-day with a beautiful child, son of Mr. Emanuel; its name was "Plowden Weston," a name celebrated in South Carolina for true and unostentatious patriotism. The Emanuels were refugees from George Town; for which borough Mr. P. Weston is member in the House of Commons of the State, called the House of Representatives. Two of the young men are in his company in the 10th Regiment, South Carolina, fine handsome fellows of six feet each; and if ever Walter Scott's Rebecca was personified, she is in Miss Emanuel of Conwayboro'. Mr. Weston

was invited to the "circumcision" of this infant named after him. How many Christians have had this mark of Jewish tolerance? but this is the land of toleration and mingling of creeds. When I looked on these beautiful forms, and heard of the Jews, of whom there are many in the South in high position and highly educated (for their colleges are excellent, even so good that many Christian youths attend them); when I heard of their joining the Christians in all works of charity which are now called to life in this struggle for liberty, I could not but long for them to see the truth of the 22nd Psalm, &c.— to look to the true Christ, the Messiah on the Cross— to give up their hopeless waiting for that atonement which has been perfected; and offered up a prayer for them to come to the true light.

Some ladies and gentlemen called, all handsome, all cheerful; neat carriage and horses. The features and figures of both sexes in these parts of the world are remarkable for correctness and beauty; there is often a want of colour in the cheek, no doubt arising from the heat of these latitudes, but the eyes are very brilliant, and the mouths are not slow to utter the thoughts of the minds which those eyes seem to reflect. The ladies are aware of their influence; yet without any pride or affectation, but with perfect

good-breeding, do they accept the great deference, almost homage, which is always paid them by the stronger sex in the South. Perhaps this spirit of devotion has made Butler's insulting proclamations more irritating, and roused the ire with which, when the Southern regiments charge bayonets, amid their yell, they shout out, "Butler and New Orleans!"

Snowhill nix a non nigendo-was a scene of rejoicing from my bringing a good account of the friends and relations of the negroes from Winsboro'. The fiddle and banjo sounded for the merry dance on the Saturday half-holiday, and bonfires blazed at night; and on Sunday morning, before daylight, I was awoke by the sound of hymns from the negroes'

court.

After I had preached in the Presbyterian church I was asked to preach in the Methodist, but was prevented doing so by absence till to-day, the 13th of July. Two venerable-looking yeomen, elders of the "Methodist Episcopal Church," offered prayers, and I preached on Isaiah liii., 2nd verse: "He hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him"-which I took to foreshow the shame of the cross, on which his beautiful form was marred and all his comeliness spoilt, and even his own disciples