...er back to her parents, he wrote sorrowfully to me, My dream of Mildred is ended. I was not worthy of it. A saving sense of humor was needed in those grim days; and in the midst of tragedies Mr. Higginson wrote to his mother:— One funny thing we have heard—a small child, endeavoring to describe a black man in the street, at last succeeded in stammering out, It's a Tom-Cabin! and ...