Clotelle; Or, The Colored Heroine, a tale of the Southern States; Or, The President's Daughter

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 w

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

refore 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 b

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 our own Connecticut, and see what is said in these about liberty." "I regard all this talk about righ

both gentlemen put forth their peculi

as said. This was Georgiana, the only daughter of the parson, who had but just returned from Connecticut, where she had finished her education. She had had the opportun

ive years at the North. Her form was tall and graceful, her features regular and well-d

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

th him, for although I am a native of the South

wise at the manner in which his daughter had expressed

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