States soldiers, imprisoned at Richmond in filthy tobacco-warehouses, were, in repeated instances, brutally and against all civilized usages shot dead for going to the windows to inhale a little fresh air, the National authorities were tender to a degree, almost ludicrous in contrast, of the health and rights of Rebel prisoners. If any of these were troubled with a bowel complaint or a touch of lumbago, the "central despotism at Washington" was denounced, by journals hostile to the war, as responsible for the affliction, and the people were called on to rescue violated Freedom from the clutches of an insidious tyrant, even from plain, scrupulous "old Abe,” son of a poor Kentuckian who could show no pedigree, like Colonel Delancy Hyde and Jefferson Davis.

A pathetic paragraph appeared in one of the newspapers, giving a piteous story of a "loyal citizen of New Orleans,” who, for no namable offence, was made to pine in a foul dungeon to satisfy the personal pique of Mr. Secretary Stanton. Soon afterwards a remonstrance in behalf of this victim of oppression was signed by Surgeon Mooney. Ratcliff, whom the public sympathy had been led to picture as in the last stage of a mortal malady, was forthwith admitted to extraordinary privileges. He was enabled to communicate clandestinely with friends in New York. He soon managed to get on board a Nova Scotia coasting schooner. A week afterwards, he succeeded in running the blockade, and in disembarking safely at Wilmington, N. C.

Anxious as he was to get home, he must first go to Richmond to pay his respects to "President" Davis, of whom everybody at the South used to say to Mr. W. H. Russell of the London Times, "Don't you think our President is a remarkable man?" Ratcliff was not unknown to Davis, and sent up his card. It drew forth an immediate "Show him in." The "remarkable man sat in his library at a small table strewn with letters and manuscripts. A thin, Cassius-like, care-burdened figure, slightly above the middle height. What some persons called dignity in his manner was in truth merely ungracious stiffness; while his hauteur was the unquiet arrogance that fears it shall not get its due. His face was not that of a man who could prudently afford to sneer (as he had

publicly done) at Abraham Lincoln's homeliness. But before him lay letters on which the postage-stamp was an absurdly flattered likeness of himself, as like him as the starved apothecary is like Jupiter Tonans.

In the original the cheeks were shrunken and sallow, leaving the bones high and salient. The jaws were thin and hollow; the forehead wrinkled and out of all proportion with the lower part of the face; the eyes deep-set, and one of them dulled by a severe neuralgic affection. The lips were too thin, and there was no sweetness in the mouth. The whole expression was that of one whose besetting characteristic is an intense self-consciousness.

This man could not be betrayed into the ease and abandon of one of nature's noblemen, for he was never thinking so much of others as of himself. The absence in him of all geniality of manner was not the reserve of a gentleman, but the frigidity of an unsympathetic and unassured heart. There was little in him of the Southern type of manhood. It is not to be wondered that bluff General Taylor could not overcome his repugnance to him as a son-in-law.

Although at the head of the Rebellion, this man had no vital faith in it; no enthusiasm that could magnetize others by a noble contagion. He was not a fanatic, like Stonewall Jackson. And yet, just previously to Ratcliff's call, he had been exercised in mind about joining the church, a step he finally took. He had few of the qualities of a statesman. His petty malignities overcame all sense of the proprieties becoming his station; for he would give way, even in his public official addresses, to scurrilities which had the meanness without the virility of the slang of George Sanderson, and which showed a lack of the primary elements of a heroic nature.

A man greatly overrated as to abilities. A repudiator of the sacred obligations assumed by his State, it was his added infelicity to be defended by John Slidell. Never respected for truthfulness by those who knew him best. Future historians will contrast him with President Lincoln, and will show that, while the latter surpassed him immeasurably in high moral attributes, he was also his superior in intellectual pith.

The interview between Ratcliff and Davis began with an

interchange of views on the subject of New Orleans. Each cheered the other with assurances of the impracticability of the Federal attack. After public affairs had been discussed, the so-called President said: "Excuse me for not having asked after Mrs. Ratcliff. Is she well?"

"She died some time since,” replied Ratcliff.

"Indeed! In these times of general bereavement we find it impossible to keep account of our friends."

"It is my purpose, Mr. President, to marry soon again. You have yourself set the example of second nuptials, and I believe the experiment has been a happy one.”

"Yes; may yours be as fortunate! Who is the lady?

"A young person not known in society, but highly respectable and well educated. I shall have the pleasure to present her to you here in Richmond in the course of the summer." "Mrs. Davis will be charmed to make her acquaintance. Come and help us celebrate Lee's next great victory."

"Thank you. If I can get my affairs into position, I may wish to pass the next year in Europe with my new wife. It would not be difficult, I suppose, for you to give me some diplomatic stamp that would make me pass current."

"The government will be disposed, no doubt, to meet. your views. We are likely to want some accredited agent in Spain. A post that would enable you to fluctuate between Madrid and Paris would be not an unpleasant one."

"It would suit me entirely, Mr. President."

"You may rely on my friendly consideration."
"Thank you. How about foreign recognition ?"

"Slidell writes favorably as to the Emperor's predispositions In England, the aristocracy and gentry, with most of the trading classes, undoubtedly favor our cause. They desire to see the Union permanently broken up, and will help us all they can. But they must do this indirectly, seeing that the mass of the English people, the rabble rout, even the artisans, thrown out of employment by this war, sympathize with the plebeians of the North rather than with us, the true master race of this continent, the patricians of the South."

"I'm glad to see, Mr. President, you characterize the Northern scum as they deserve, descendants of the refuse sent over by Cromwell."

"Yes, Mr. Ratcliff, you and I who are gentlemen by birth and education, and whose ancestors, further back than the Norman Conquest, were all gentlemen,*- can poorly disguise our disgust at any association with Yankees."

"Gladstone says you've created a nation, Mr. President." "Yes; Gladstone is a high-toned gentleman. His ancestors made their fortunes in the Liverpool slave-trade."

"Have you any assurances yet from Mason?"

"Nothing decisive.

But the eagerness of the Ministry to humble the North in the Trent affair shows the real animus of the ruling classes in England. Lord John disappoints me occasionally. Bad blood there. But the rest are all right." "A pity they could n't put their peasantry into the condition of our slaves!"

"A thousand pities! But the new Confederacy must be a Missionary to the Nations,† to teach the ruling classes throughout the world, that slavery is the normal status for the mechanic and the laborer. Meanwhile the friends of monarchy in Europe must foresee that such a triumph as republicanism would have in the restoration of the old Union, with slavery no longer a power in the land, and with an army and navy the first in the world, would be an appalling spectacle."

"What do you hear from Washington, Mr. President?"

"The last I heard of the gorilla, he was investigating the so-called spiritual phenomena. The letter-writers tell of a medium having been entertained at the White House."

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Here Mr. Memminger came in to talk over the state of the Rebel exchequer, a subject which Mr. Davis generally disposed of by ignoring; his old experience in repudiation teaching him that the best mode of fancy financiering was, may descend to the vernacular, "I'll intrude no longer on your precious time," said Ratcliff. "I go home to send you word that the renegade Tennessean, Farragut, and that peddling lawyer from Lowell, Picayune Butler, have been spued out of the mouths of the Mississippi." The "President" rose, pressed Ratcliff's proffered hand, and, with a stiff, angular bow, parted from him at the door.

*Mr. Davis's father was a "cavalier." He dealt in horses.

"Reverently, we feel that our Confederacy is a God-sent missionary to the nations, with great truths to preach." -Richmond Enquirer.

CHAPTER XLI.

HOPES AND FEARS.

"In the same brook none ever bathed him twice:

To the same life none ever twice awoke."

Young.

HREE days after his interview with the "remarkable man," Ratcliff was at Montgomery, Ala. There he telegraphed to Semmes, and received these words in reply: "All safe. On your arrival, go first to my office for directions." Ratcliff obeyed, and found a letter telling him not to go home, but to meet Semmes immediately at the house to which the latter had transferred the white slave. Half an hour did not elapse before lawyer and client sat in the curtained drawingroom of this house, discussing their affairs.

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I cannot believe," said Ratcliff, "that Josephine intended to have the girl escape. She was the first to plan this marriage."

"I did not act on light grounds of suspicion," replied Semmes. "I had myself overheard remarks which convinced me that Madame was playing a double game. Either she or some one else has put it into the girl's head that she is not lawfully a slave, but the kidnapped child of respectable parents."

As he spoke these words Semmes looked narrowly at Ratcliff, who blenched as if at an unexpected thrust. Following up his advantage, Semmes continued: "And, by the way, there is one awkward circumstance which, if known, might make trouble. I see by examining the notary's books, that, in the record of your proprietorship, you speak of the child as a quadroon. Now plainly she has no sign of African blood in

her veins."

Ratcliff gnawed his lips a moment, and then remarked: "The fact that the record speaks of the child as a quadroon does not amount to much. She may have been born of a quadroon mother, and may have been tanned while an infant