I love to think of my capable girls, my "help." at home, who make the household go like clock-work, instead of having a swarm of servants who do only half as much, and only half as well.

I am glad, too, that my children live in a climate favorable to labor, and are not born to be waited upon.

But I am ashamed of those who erect these things into an invidious comparison, and with a supercilious, reproachful spirit.

God, who made us of one blood, has fixed the bounds of our habitations.

I love these Southerners as I never loved new acquaintances before.