ent so young to school, and far from home, without my mother's knowledge or consent, that she became very impatient for my return.
Neither then, nor in the many years of my life, have I ceased to cherish a tender memory of the loving care of that mother, in whom there was so much for me to admire and nothing to remember save good.
Charles B. Green, a young Mississippian, who was studying law in Kentucky, had acted as my guardian when I was at school there, and he returned with me to Mississippi.
We left Bardstown to go home by steamer from Louisville; for, then, steam-boats had been put on the river,
At that time, as well as I can remember, there were three steam-boats on the Mississippi — the Volcano, the Vesuvius, and the Aetna.
We embarked on the Aetna.
A steam-boat was then a matter of such great curiosity that many persons got on board to ride a few miles down the river, where they were to be landed, to return in carriages.
The captain of the Aetna, Robinson De Ha