for sheer shame of my extinguished promise."

"Not extinguished!" I murmured, "only under a cloud, still destined to
be fulfilled."

"Only in the grave," he said, sadly, "with the promise common to all
mankind;" and thus by gloomy glimpses I caught the truth.

We staid that night at the house of an aunt of Madame La Vigne's, who
received us cordially, entertained us sumptuously, and dismissed us
graciously.

The next morning at sunrise we again set out for Savannah, into which
city we entered before the noonday heat, finding cool shelter and warm
welcome at once under the roof of General Curzon, the South's most
polished gentleman and finished man of letters, of whom it may be truly
said that, "Take him for all in all, we ne'er shall look upon his like
again."

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 1: It need not for one moment be supposed that the opinions of
the author are represented through the extremist Favraud. To her Mr.
Bryant stands forth as the high-priest of American poetry.]

[Footnote 2: The tariff.]

[Footnote 3: Since writing the above, the admirable picture of Mr.
Healey has filled this void; and those who have seen good copies of this
work, executed for and by the order of Louis Philippe, may have a clear