trong resemblance to the family of
Miller [Mueller] and having the same identical marks from their
birth, and the plaintiff is not the real lost child who arrived
here with hundreds of others in 1818, it is certainly one of the
most extraordinary things in history. If she be not, then nobody
has told who she is. After the most mature consideration
of the case, we are of opinion the plaintiff is free, and it is our
duty to declare her so.

"It is therefore ordered, adjudged, and decreed, that the
judgment of the District Court be reversed; and ours is that the
plaintiff be released from the bonds of slavery, that the defendants
pay the costs of the appeal, and that the case be remanded
for further proceedings as between the defendant and his
warrantor."

So ends the record of the court. "The question of damage," says the "Law
Reporter," "is the subject-matter of another suit now pending against Jno.
F. Miller and Mrs. Canby." But I have it verbally from Salome's relatives
that the claim was lightly and early dismissed. Salome being free, her
sons were, by law, free also. But they could only be free mulattoes, went
to Tennessee and Kentucky, were heard of once or twice as stable-boys to
famous horses, and disappeared. A Mississippi River pilot, John Given by
name, met Salome among her relatives, and courted and married her. As
might readily be supposed, this alliance was only another misfortune to
Salome, and the pair separated. Salome went to California. Her cousin,
Henry Schuber, tells me he saw her in 1855 in Sacramento City, living at
last a respected and comfortable life.

FOOTNOTES:
[29] Marie Louise _vs._ Marot, 8 La. R.

THE "HAUNTED HOUSE" IN ROYAL STREET.

1831-82.

I.

AS IT STANDS NOW.

When you and----- make that much-talked-of visit to New Orleans, by all
means see early whatever evidences of progress and aggrandizement her
hospitable citizens wish to show you; New Orleans belongs to the living
present, and has serious practical relations with these United States and
this great living world and age. And yet I want the first morning walk
that you two take together and alone to be in the old French Quarter. Go
down Royal street.

You shall not have taken many steps in it when, far down on the right-hand
side, where the narrow street almost shuts its converging lines together
in the distance, there will begin to rise above the extravagant confusion
of intervenin