The neat cottage stood in a grove, where Lombardy poplars lift their tops almost to prop the skies, where the willow, locust, and horse-chestnut trees spread forth their branches, and flowers never ceased to blossom.
This was the parson's country residence, where the family spent only two months during the year.

His town residence was a fine villa, seated on the brow of a hill, at the edge of the city.
It was in the kitchen of this house that Agnes found her new home.

Mr.
Wilson was every inch a democrat, and early resolved that "his people," as he called his slaves, should be well-fed and not over-worked, and therefore laid down the law and gospel to the overseer as well as to the slaves.

"It is my wish," said he to Mr.Carlingham, an old school-fellow who was spending a few days with him,--"It is my wish that a new system be adopted on the plantations in this State.

I believe that the sons of Ham should have the gospel, and I intend that mine shall have it.