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Kellogg in Louisiana, is something of a gentleman.
Though we dislike his origin, as well as his policy, we can work with him for the public good.”
Business, our Consul tells me, is regaining something of the old activity, but not in the old languid and lofty ways.
Young men are bringing in new energies; young men who have been trained in New York and Chicago.
They attend to what they are about, and fag in wharf and counting-house from dawn till dusk.
Such men get on.
In reading-rooms and clubs we hear the same report.
Charleston, by her precipitate action, brought about the Civil War. No port had more to lose, no port has lost so much.
Her pride is deeply galled, yet she is trying, in a spirit of self-denial, to forget her present miseries, undo her past offences, and prepare a better future.
“ Tell me what good there is in playing at Democracy,” exclaims a cotton-planter, as we sit in the club window, talking of the prospects of South Carolina. “ No use. Our branch of the American Democracy is dead.
Look at these voting lists.
You hear the lists are false; we know the lists are false.”
“But here they are, with Federal officers asserting ”
1875.
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