indescribable language known only to ourselves, it became a system of
mental telegraphy and soul language.

There is in Europe a blind man, whose name I cannot recall, who is led
from Court to Court and from palace to palace by a frail young girl, and
between these there exists the same mystic yet unerring language. What
this little fairy is to him such was Hattie Hudson to me, or, to use the
language of another:

"She was my sight;
The ocean to the river of my thoughts,
Which terminated all."




CHAPTER XV.

"Devotion wafts the mind above,
But Heaven itself descends in love;
A feeling from the Godhead caught.
To wean from earth each sordid thought;
A ray of him who formed the whole,
A glory circling round the soul."


Leaving New Orleans with the fervid fire which the warm hearts of its
people had kindled still burning in my breast, and the many memories of
its fragrance and sunlight, and beauty, forever embalmed and enshrined in
my heart, I crossed in one of the great gulf steamers to Mobile, the home