all be a noble at the court of Spain. I am glad he is going."

"So am I, if he thinks he shall be happy there."

"We shall be better without him," said Isaac. "He would never be quiet
while you were made Lieutenant-Governor of Saint Domingo. Now you will
be alone and unmolested in your power. Where did you learn all this?"

"Every one knows it--every one in Cap. Every one knows that Jean has
done with us, and that the Commissary is going home, and that General
Laveaux means to be guided in everything by you; and that the posts have
all surrendered in your name; and that at Port Paix--"

"Enough, enough! my boys. Too much, for I see that your hearts are
proud."

"The Commissary and the General said that you are supreme--the idol of
your colour. Those were their words."

"And in this there is yet no glory. I have yet done nothing, but by
what is called accident. Our own people were ready--by no preparation
of mine; the mulattoes were weak and taken by surprise, through
circumstances not of my ordering. Glory there may hereafter be
belonging to our name, my boys; but as yet there is none. I have power:
but power is less often glory than disgrace."

"Oh, father! do but listen. Hark again! `Toussaint L'Ouverture!'"

"I will strive to make that shout a prophecy, my sons. Till then, no
pride! Are you not weary? Come in to rest. Can you sleep in my fine
chamber here as well as at Breda?"

"Anywhere," said Isaac, sleepily.

Toussaint gave up his apartment to his sons, and went forth once more to
survey the town, and see that his troops were in their quarters. This
done, he repaired to his friend Henri, willing for one more night to
forego his greatness; and there, in his friend's small barrack-room, the
supreme in the colony--the idol of his colour--slept, as he had hoped
for his boys, as tranquilly as if he had been at Breda.

CHAPTER TEN.

A MORNING OF OFFICE.

If the devastation attending the revolutionary wars of Saint Domingo was
great, it was repaired with singular rapidity. Thanks to the vigorous
agencies of nature in a tropical region, the desolated plains were
presently covered with fresh harvests, and the burnt woods were buried
deep under the shadow of young forests, more beautiful than the old.
Thanks also to the government of the wisest mind in the island, the
moral evils of the struggle were made subordinate to its good results.
It was not in the power of man to bury past injur