r
n'echappe pas;" so saying, monsieur le capitaine led the way to a large
white house and buildings, about two hundred yards from the river's
banks. On their arrival, Newton was surrounded by twenty or thirty
slaves of both sexes, who chattered and jabbered a thousand questions
concerning him to the negro captain and Gustave Adolphe, neither of whom
condescended to reply.

"Monsieur de Fontanges--ou est-il?" inquired the old negro.

"Monsieur dort," replied a little female voice.

The captain was taken aback at this unfortunate circumstance; for no one
dared to wake their master.

"Et madame?" inquired he.

"Madame est dans sa chambre."

There again he was floored--he could not venture there; so he conducted
Newton, who was not very sorry to escape from the burning rays of the
sun, to his own habitation, where an old negress, his wife, soon
obtained from the negro that information relative to the capture of
Newton, which the bevy of slaves in the yard had attempted in vain: but
wives have winning ways with them!

VOLUME TWO, CHAPTER TWO.

What elegance and grandeur wide expand,
The pride of Turkey and of Persia land!
Soft quilts on quilts, on carpets carpets spread,
And couches stretch'd around in seemly band,
And endless pillows rise to prop the head.
...
Here languid Beauty kept her pale-faced court.
THOMSON.

The female slaves, who could not obtain the history of Newton,
immediately repaired to the chamber of their mistress, knowing that if
they could succeed in raising her curiosity, they would at the same time
gratify their own. Madame de Fontanges was, as they asserted, in her
chamber, or, what may now be more correctly styled, her boudoir. It was
a room about fourteen feet square, the sides of which were covered with
a beautiful paper, representing portions of the history of Paul and
Virginia; the floor was covered with fine matting, with here and there a
small Persian carpet above it. Small marble tables were decorated with
a variety of ornaments and French perfumes, or vases filled with the
splendid flowers of a tropical clime. There was a large window at each
end of the room, cut down to the ground, in the French fashion, and
outside of both was a little balcony, the trellice-work covered with
passion-flower and clematis. The doors and other compartments of the
room were not papered, but had French mirrors let into the panelling.
On a low ottoman, of elegant workmanship