LIFE OF WILSON. 
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this bantling book of mine as ever author did for any progeny 
of his brain, I noAV turn my wishful eye towards home. There 
is a charm, a melody, in this little word home, which only 
those know, who have forsaken it to wander among strangers, 
exposed to dangers, fatigues, insults and impositions,*of a thou- 
sand nameless kinds. Perhaps I feel the force of this idea ra- 
ther more at present than usual, being indisposed with a slight 
fever these three days, which a dose of sea-sickness will, I hope, 
rid me of. The weather since my arrival in this place has been 
extremely warm for the season. The wind generally south- 
west, and the thermometer ranging between 75 and 82. To me 
it feels more intolerable than our summer heat in Philadelphia. 
The streets of Savannah are also mere beds of burning sand, 
without even a foot pavement; and until one learns to traverse 
them with both eyes and mouth shut, both are plentifully filled 
with showers and whirlwinds of sand. I was longer detained in 
Charleston than I expected, partly on account of the races, which 
occupied the minds of many I wished to visit, to the exclusion 
of every thing else. At nine they were in bed ; at ten break- 
fasting — dressing at eleven — gone out at noon, and not visible 
again until ten next morning. I met, however, with some ex- 
cellent exceptions, among the first ranks of society, and my 
work excited universal admiration. Dr. D. introduced it very 
handsomely into the Courier. 
“The indolence, want of energy, and dissipation, of the 
wealthy part of the community in that place, are truly con- 
temptible. The superabundance of negroes in the southern 
states has destroyed the activity of the whites. The carpenter, 
bricklayer, and even the blacksmith, stand with their hands in 
their pockets, overlooking their negroes. The planter orders 
his servant to tell the overseer to see my horse fed and taken 
care of; the overseer sends another negro to tell the driver to 
send one of his hands to do it. Before half of this routine is 
gone through, I have myself unharnessed, rubbed down, and 
fed my horse. Every thing must be done through the agency 
of these slovenly blacks. * These, however, are not one- 
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