trunk containing some of the handsome costumes she had worn four years before in Washington. "There were half a dozen or more white muslin gowns, flounced and trimmed with Valenciennes lace." There were silks, gold embroidered, artificial flowers, feathers, fur, velvet. . . I ripped all the lace from the evening gowns, and made it into collars and undersleeves." These were sent to Richmond and promptly sold. "Human nature is the same all the world over and ladies will indulge in little vanities in spite of war and desolation. To these vanities I now found myself indebted." 'Aunt Jenny,' her old cook, felt uncertain. "Honey,' she said, 'don't you think in dese times of trouble, you might do better dan tempt dem poor lambs in Richmond to worship the golden calf and bow down to Mammon? We prays not to be led into temptation, an' you sholy is leading dem into vanity' 'Maybe so, Aunt Jenny, but I must sell all I can. We have to be clothed, you know, war or no war.' 'Yes, my chile, dat's so, but we'se told to consider de lillies. Gawd A'mighty tells us we clothe ourselves in the garment of righteousness, and He-' 'You always 'pears to be mighty intimate with Gawd A'mighty,' interrupted Eliza, in great wrath. 'Now you just go 'long home an' leave my mistis to her work. How'd you look with nothin' on but a garment of righteousness?' ''

The story of General Pryor's imprisonment and parole are thrilling. "Mr. McLean and Colonel Forney first approached General Grant. The General positively refused their request. Then Mr. McLean visited Mr. Stanton." He found Stanton at home, a little daughter on his knee. McLean tried to touch this human side. He spoke of the sweet fireside picture: "This little lady cares nothing for the Secretary of War. She has her father, that fills her ambition." "You never said a truer word, did he pet?" caressing the curly head. McLean spoke of children in Virginia who loved their fathers as this one did and their bright eyes were dimmed with tears. "Yes, yes! Probably so,' said Stanton. 'Now- there's Pryor-' But before another word could be said the Secretary of War pushed the child from his knee and thundered: 'He shall be hanged! Damn. him!'"'

McLean appealed from the verdict. With a letter from Mr. Horace Greeley he went to President Lincoln. He knew of General Pryor's kindness to prisoners at various times, his prompt parole at Manassas of an ambulance corps - surgeons, wounded prisoners, a whole camp. The President issued an order for the release of General Pryor on parole. Confined with General Pryor was John T. Beall, the intimate friend of John Wilkes Booth, under sentence of death as a spy. McLean and Pryor tried to save him, but Lincoln said a telegram from General Dix made it imperative that he should be executed. It is believed that it was the death of this friend, working on the fevered brain of Booth, that caused him to kill President Lincoln.

Says the "Virginia Girl," "Johnston's Army surrendered. I sat and watched by my window"-"two days passed no Dan." She went to sleep and woke, her husband in rags and worn by her: "Ah, we were happy! Ragged, defeated, broken, we had but each other, but that was enough!"

"Early in the spring of '64, Mr. Clay felt it his duty to accept the high responsibility of a diplomatic mission to Canada, with a view to arousing in the public mind of this near-by British territory a sympathy for our cause and country, that should induce a suspension of hostilities. Despite the failure of our representatives in European countries to rouse apathetic kings and dilly-dallying emperors to come to our aid," says Mrs. Clay, "it was hard for us to believe that our courage would not be rewarded at length by some powerful succor or yielding." It was while Senator Clay was away that Mrs. Clay was for a while the guest of Honorable James Hammond of South Carolina, ex-Governor and ex-Senator. His plantation home on Beech Island was an ideal one. The description of it written by Mrs. Clay would almost of itself repay for the perusal of her book. The mission of Mr. Clay was futile. Returning he ran the blockade for Charleston. The vessel became a target for Federal guns. The passengers took to the life-boats, were grounded, but after much exposure Mr. Clay got to Charleston. He made his way to Richmond, but only to turn around and follow the retreating President and Cabinet. He returned to Macon where Mrs. Clay was dom

iciled. He and Mrs. Clay went from thence to Senator Hill's in western Georgia.

Mrs. Mr. Clay,

There they heard the news of Lincoln's assassination. Clay drove to the station to hear the latest news. with Mr. Wigfall, had planned to go on to Texas. At the station a man told Mrs. Clay: "That Macon had been surrendered to the Federals. Atlanta is in the hands of the Yankees." "Is there any other news than that of the proclamation for Mr. Davis' arrest?' I asked. His reply astounded me. 'Yes, Madam!' he said; '$100,000, is offered for Clement C. Clay of Alabama.' A trembling seized me. I don't know how I made my way to the carriage." Presently a friend gave her the proclamation and told her to go home at once to show it to Mr. Clay. She with other friends urged him to "fly!" "Fly! From what?" Mr. Semmes' answer came drily, 'From death I fear.'"' Instead Mr. Clay sent at once a telegram to the General Commanding: "Seeing the proclamation of the President of the United States, I go to-day with the Honorable P. Phillips to deliver myself to your custody. C. C. Clay, jr."

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Then came eleven months of severe imprisonment. roic efforts of Mrs. Clay; the steadfast devotion of the friends of the happier days-it is all painful, wonderful, beautiful. The unjust suspicion and incarceration; the persistence of wife and friends; at last Mr. Clay's release. The volumes must be read and will be read by all who are studying the history of this great reconstructed country.

Even a casual reader will be impressed that with all the vicissitudes of fortune through which these women passed there is no disintegration of character. Brave, broad, buoyant. Always true to their ideals. Loyal to their friends, not embittered against their foes. True to their country, to their husbands, to their God. As old Sir Thomas Browne said, "These are the men and women that have played their parts and have made their exits, but they have delivered unto posterity an inventory of their virtues, and shall we not live up to them?"

CELINA E. MEANS.

Columbia, South Carolina.

THE ROMANCE AND GENIUS OF A UNIVERSITY'

The simultaneous appearance, without collusion or connection, of two books from different Southern presses, having, one of them all and the other very much, to do with Sewanee, justifies a little new public interest in that unique Southern educational institution.

The H. & W. B. Drew Company, of Jacksonville, Fla., publishes a "History of The University of the South, from its founding in 1857 to the year 1905. By George R. Fairbanks, M.A." Major Fairbanks is the sole survivor of the founders of the university in whose semi-centennial commemoration two years hence he bids fair, in the full possession of his powers, to take an honored part, as he has done in its every other important function from the beginning. If all the other founders were alive, none other could have more appropriately written its first fifty years of history, for none could have lived closer to its life or have busied himself more faithfully with its records. The earlier part of the volume contains a practically complete account of the founding of The University of the South, the gradual growth of the ideas that finally culminated in it, the hopes, motives and purposes enshrined in it. It has been piously said that God gives no great gift to men but He first passes upon it the sentence of death. All ultimate life is resurrection; it must have proved its fitness to survive,— and made it in proving it. The University after the war was a new shoot from a seemingly dead stump. And the new life was entered upon and has been lived under

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1 HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF THE SOUTH, AT SEWANEE, TENNES SEE, from its founding by the Southern Bishops, Clergy and Laity of the Episcopal Church in 1857 to the year 1905. By George R. Fairbanks, M.A. (Un. Coll., Trin. Coll.,) one of its founders and long-time Trustee. Jacksonville, Fla., The H. & W. B. Drew Company, 1905.

DOCTOR QUINTARD, Chaplain C. S. A. and Second Bishop of Tennessee. Being His Story of the War (1861-1865). Edited and Extended by the Rev. Arthur Howard Noll, Historiographer of the Diocese of Tennessee, author of "History of the Church in Tennessee," etc. The University Press of Se wanee, Tennessee, MCMV.

ferent conditions. The facts are made to speak very feelingly and eloquently for themselves in the latter part of the history before us.

By common consent the title of re-founder of The University of the South has been accorded to the Rt. Rev. Charles Todd Quintard, D.D., second Bishop of Tennessee. And of those most closely identified with its inception he was, with the exception of Major Fairbanks, the latest survivor. Bishop Quintard's life was a stirring and eventful one, and fortunately a life-long habit of carefully keeping diaries has preserved the full and interesting story of it. He himself in the latter year or two of it was induced to prepare for publication some reminiscences of his very remarkable experiences as a war chaplain in the Confederate service. Left by the Bishop's death in an incomplete condition these reminicences have been edited by the Rev. Arthur H. Noll and published through The University Press of Sewanee, under the second of the titles in the note at the head of this article. Mr. Noll was already known, among other works, by his history of the Diocese of Tennessee. He was specially prepared, therefore, to complete the volume of reminiscences by prefixing, as he has most successfully done, a sketch of the personal life of Bishop Quintard, and appending in one chapter an outline of his long episcopate, and in another his most interesting part in the re-founding of The University of the South. We may say, in passing, that Bishop Quintard's own modest narrative of his quite extraordinary career as army chaplain in the war between the States is one of the most entertaining and luminous of private contributions to the inner experiences of those trying times. But our present business is with the record of his vital connection with Sewanee, as appearing just now simultaneously with Major Fairbanks' more extended history.

I speak henceforth as one intimately associated myself with all the new life of Sewanee since its actual inception as a university. And under the inspiration of the volumes before me I take the liberty of adding some reflections of my own.

It is worth while recalling under what very different conditions the actual life of Sewanee has been lived and its growth accomplished from those contemplated by its first founders. Nothing