They were great people in
a great island, once the richest colony of France, the richest colony
in all the world. All those people whom you see upon the walls were
educated in Paris or other cities of France, and they returned to a life
upon the magnificent plantations of Hayti. What has become of that
brightness and glory? Gone like snow under a summer sun. 'Tis
nothing but the flower of fancy now. The free black savage has made a
wilderness of Hayti, and our enemies in the North would make the same
of South Carolina."
A murmur of applause ran around the table. Major St. Hilaire had spoken
with rhetorical effect and a certain undoubted pathos. Every face
flushed, and Harry saw the tears glistening in the eyes of Madame
Delaunay who, despite her fifty years, looked very handsome indeed in
her white dress, with the glittering gold fillet about her great masses
of hair.
The boy was stirred powerfully. His sensitive spirit responded at
once to the fervid atmosphere about him, to the color, the glow, the
intensity of a South far warmer than the one he had known. Their
passions were his passions, and having seen the black and savage Hayti
of which Major St.
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