spirit which denotes the hero. Who was it that
caught up the colors, and rushed forward with them into the thick of the
battle, after the fifth man who attempted it had been shot down? Not
that village loafer, who used to go about the streets dressed so
shabbily? Yes, the same. He fell, covered with wounds and glory. The
rusty, and seemingly useless instrument we saw hang so long idle on the
walls of society, none dreamed to be a trumpet of sonorous note until
the Soul came and blew a blast. And what has become of that
white-gloved, perfumed, handsome cousin of yours, devoted to his
pleasures, weary even of those,--to whom life, with all its luxuries,
had become a bore? He fell in the trenches at Wagner. He had
distinguished himself by his daring, his hardihood, his fiery love of
liberty. When the nation's alarum beat, his manhood stood erect; he
shook himself; all his past frivolities were no more than dust to the
mane of this young lion. The war has proved useful if only in this, that
it has developed the latent heroism in our young men, and taught us what
is in humanity, in our fellows, in ourselves. Because it has called into
action all this generosity and courage, if for no other cause, let us
forgive its cruelty, though the chair of the beloved one be vacant, the
bed unslept in, and the hand cold that penned the letters in that sacred
drawer, which cannot even now be opened without grief.

As Toby had never been conscious what stuff there was in Carl, so he had
never known how much he really loved, admired, and relied upon him. He
stood staring at him there in the moonlight as if he then for the first
time perceived what a little prodigy he was.

"Take holt, why don't you?" said Carl.

And this time Toby obeyed: he secretly acknowledged the authority of a
master.

"Sartin, sah!"

He had checked himself when on the point of saying "Massa Carl;" but the
respectful "sah" slipped from his tongue before he was aware of it.

Among the bushes, and in the shadows of the rocks, they bore the body in
swiftness and silence. Salina followed.

In the cave the usual fire was burning; by the light of which only
Virginia and her father were to be seen. The sisters fell into each
other's arms. Salina was softened: here, after all her sufferings, was
refuge at last: here, in the warmth of a father's and a sister's
affection, was the only comfort she could hope for now, in the world she
had found so bitter.

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