velous Dionaea muscipula, and the trumpet 

 sarracenias ; the river drive to the white beach, 

 from which are seen the distant breakers; the 

 secluded spot in the wilderness commanding a 

 wide view of an exquisite landscape, where, 

 safe from intrusion, we sat upon a sheltered 

 seat beneath the giant pines and heard the 

 faint "yo ho" of the sailor outward bound; a 

 place apart for holy contemplation when the 

 day is far spent, where the overhanging 

 branches cast the shadow of a cross, and 

 where later, through the interlacing foliage, 

 the star of hope is shining; the joyful recep- 

 tion at the big house, the spacious hall, with 

 its ample hearth and blazing oak logs ; around 

 it, after the bountiful evening meal, the old 

 songs sung and the old tales told and fun and 

 frolic to keep dull care beyond the threshold. 



But even at Orton she found her rest and 

 recreation in restoring and beautifying the old 

 place, which responded to every touch of her 

 magic hand, because she was ever in harmony 

 with nature and with art, and the old and the 

 new were blended into a perfect colonial 

 home. 



Her care of old St. Philip's Church ruins 

 on this plantation arrested its decay and made 

 this venerable pile the mecca of the yearly pil- 

 grimage of the Colonial Dames. Contrast- 

 ing its roofless walls with the need of modern 

 times, she builded near the dwelling-house a 

 beautiful chapel of pure colonial design by 



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