ft open,
to allow of a free circulation of air.]

[Footnote 2: No regular dinner-hour is allowed the blacks on most
turpentine-plantations. Their food is usually either taken with them to
the woods or carried there by house-servants, at stated times.]

SOUTHERN RIGHTS.

The right to poison bullets,
The right to rifle graves,
To cut our prisoners' gullets,
Or treat them like our slaves;
The right to use the savage
To aid us in our fight,
To freely scalp and ravage,
Each is a Southern right.
Call not these claims Satanic,
They're far beyond your ken:
How can a low mechanic
Know aught of gentlemen?

MACCARONI AND CANVAS.

VI.

ON THE PINCIO.

With that wise foresight, shared by all European rulers, the Roman
Pincio was undoubtedly wedded to its purpose of keeping the idle ones
very busy at the very time of day when revolutionary plots find the best
hearing--before dinner. Whirling around its walks in carriages, or
gently promenading under trees, among rose-bushes, and by fountains,
while a large band of musicians play with spirit fine selections from
the last operas, or favorite airs from old ones; the eye gratified by
the sight of pleasant faces, or dwelling enraptured on the beautiful
landscape spread before it--how can the brain disengage itself to think
of Liberty, won through toil and battle, only to be preserved by
self-denial and moral strength?

But the traveler who travels only to travel, and has the means and
spirit to find pleasure wherever he goes, thinking only of what he sees,
enjoys to its fullest extent the luxurious seat of the hired,
white-damask-lined carriage, drawn by stalwart, heavy-limbed, coal-black
horses, with sweeping tails, the white foam flying from the champed
silver bits, the whole turn-out driven by a handsome, white-gloved,
black-coated Roman. In solemn state and swiftly, he winds up the zig-zag
road leading from the piazza Popolo, (so-called from _popolo_, a
poplar-tree, and not as the English will have it, from _popolo_, the
people,) and at last reaches the summit of Roman ambition--the top of
the Pincian hill. He passes other carriages filled with other strangers
like himself, or with titled and fashionable Romans, and finally, his
carriage drawn up to one side of the broad drive in front of the
semi-circle where the band plays, he descends, to walk around and chat
with the friends he may find there.

Toward sunset the scene is f