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March 24. Yesterday Channing was here, the
amiable W. H. Channing! He came in the morning,
fresh and dewy as a May morn. During the
winter we had exchanged a few letters and in
them had got a little atwist. Emerson was
the apple of discord between us. Channing set up
Emerson, and I set up—myself. So we both
became silent. Now when we met he was most
cordial and beaming, gave me a volume of
Wordsworth’s Excursion, and was very kind and amiable.
Near such men one breathes the air of spring.
There was a little party in the evening; Channing,
among the rest. After he had said good night
and left the house, he came hastily back, and called
to me, led me onto the piazza, where, pointing
up to the starry heaven that shone in beaming
splendor above us, he smiled, pressed my hand,
and—was gone.
Charleston, South Carolina, March 28, 1850.
I have been out wandering about the town for two
good hours, pleased with my solitude and the
great number of new objects that meet my eye
everywhere. Negroes swarm in the streets.
Two-thirds of the people whom one sees in town are
negroes or mulattoes. They are ugly, but appear
for the most part cheerful and well fed. In
particular one sees fat negro and mulatto women,
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