HOW THE AUTHOR WAS LED TO 



But anxious as lie was to maintain this J^oung Creole 

 lady in the position and vdth. the fortune which she 

 had always enjoyed, he would not embark until he 

 had accomplished, with her consent, a religious and 

 holy act. This was the manumission of his slaves — of 

 those, at least, above the age of twenty -one ; the 



li/^f young, whom he was prevented by the American law 

 fi^om setting free, received from him their future 



k/Wk liberty, and, on attaining their majority, were to rejoin 

 their parents. He never lost sight of them. Tliey 

 were always before his eyes ; he knew their names, 

 their ages, and their appointed hour of liberty. In 

 his French home, he took note of these epochs, and 

 would say, with a glow of happiness, 'To-day, such 

 an one becomes free ! ' 



" See my father now in his native country, happy 

 in a residence near his birth-place — building, planting, 

 bringing up his family, the centre of a young world in 

 which everything sprung from him : the house, the 

 garden, were his creation ; even his wife, whom he had 

 reared and trained, and whom everybody thought to 

 be his daughter. My mother was so young that her 

 eldest dauffhter seemed to be her sister. Five other 



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promptly enwreathing my father with a living garland, 

 which was his special pride. Few families exhibited a 

 greater variety of tastes and temperaments; the two worlds 

 were distinctly represented in ours : the French of the 

 south with the sparkling vivacity of Languedoc — the gi'ave 

 colonists of Louisiana marked from their birth ^vith the 

 phlegTiiatic idiosyncrasies of the American character. 





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