the West Indies, and was interred in one corner of the family cemetery.
The spot is marked by a plain marble slab, with his name, age, and her
daughter, Mrs. Shaw, and her husband. The place is at present owned
by Mr. Nightingale, nephew of Mrs. Shaw, who married a daughter of
Mr. James King. The family have moved into the interior of Georgia,
leaving only a few servants and a white gardener on the place. The
garden was beautiful, inclosed by the finest hedge I have ever seen.
It was of the wild olive, which, in Mrs. Shaw's lifetime, during my
tour of duty in Savannah in early life, was so productive, had been
destroyed by an insect that has proved fatal to the orange on the coast
of Georgia and Florida. There was a fine grove of olives, from which,
I learn, Mr. Nightingale procures oil. The garden was filled with roses
and beautiful vines, the names of which I do not know. Among them
was the tomato-vine in full bearing, with the ripe fruit on it. There
has yet been no frost in that region of country this winter. I went
in the dining-room and parlour, in which the furniture still
remained.... The house has never been finished, but is a fine, large
one and beautifully located. A magnificent grove of live-oaks envelops
the road from the landing to the house.... Love to everybody and God
bless you all.

"Truly and faithfully yours,

"R. E. Lee."

From the same place there is another letter to my mother:

"Coosawhatchie, South Carolina, January 28, 1862.

"I have just returned from Charleston, and received your letter of