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Our journey was slow but not tedious. Had our progress been only

half so rapid, I should have been satisfied. It was love alone

that my heart wanted. I craved for nothing but the just requital

of my own passion. I had no complaint, no affliction, when I could

persuade myself that I had not thrown away my affections upon the

ungrateful and undeserving. Assured now of the love of the beloved

one, all the intense devotion of my soul was re-awakened; and the

deepest shadows of the forest, gloomy and desolate as they were,

along the waste tracts of Georgia and Alabama--in that earlier

day--enlivened by the satisfied spirit within, seemed no more than

so many places of retreat, where security and peace, combining in

behalf of Love, had given him an exclusive sovereignty.

The rude countryman encountered us, and his face beamed with

cheerfulness and good humor. The song of the black softened the toils

of labor, in the unfinished clearings; and even the wild red man,

shooting suddenly from out the sylvan covert, wore in his visage

of habitual gravity, an air of resignation which took all harshness

from his uncouth features.

Such, under the tuition of well-satisfied hearts, was our mutual

experience of the long journey which we had taken when we reached

the end of it. This we did in perfect safety. We found our friend,

Kingsley, prepared for and awaiting us. He had procured us pleasant

apartments in a neat cottage in the suburbs, where we were almost

to ourselves. Our landlady was an ancient widow, without a family.

She occupied but a single apartment in her house, and left the

use of the rest to her lodgers. This was an arrangrment with which

I was particularly gratified. Her cottage lay half way up on the

side of a hill which was crowned with thick clumps of the noblest

trees. Long, winding, narrow foot-paths, carried us picturesquely

to the summit, where we had a bird's-eye view of the town below,

the river beyond--now darting out from the woods and now hiding

securely beneath their umbrage--and fair, smooth, lawn-looking

fields, which glowed at the proper season with the myriad green and

white pinnies of corn and cotton. At the foot of the cottage lay

a delightful shrubbery, which almost covered it up from sight. It

was altogether such a retreat as a hermit would desire. It reminded

me somewhat of the lovely spot which we had left. A pleasant walk

of a mile lay between it and the town where I proposed to practice,

and this furnished a necessity for a certain degree of exercise,

which, being unavoidable, was of the most valuable kind. Altogether,

Kingsley had executed his commission with a taste and diligence

which left me nothing to complain of.

He was delighted at my coming.