One, plebian and the other patrician. The one rustic, the other, suburban. The latter edifice is not costly, but a modest little cottage, nestled amid trees on a delightful parterre of greensward, tastefully meandered with fine bordered walks, and studded with clumps of shrubbery, "like flowers wrought elegantly on tapestry."

Near the residence is a natural mound, some twenty feet in diameter at the base, which lessens as it rises to the height of eight or ten feet, at which point the top is cut off, and on it has been reared a picturesque little latticework summer-house. This lovely abode reminds one of a petit "Iranistan."

"Low was our pretty cot; our tallest rose

Peeped at the chamber-window. We could hear,
At silent noon, and eve, and early morn,
The Yazoo's faint murmur. In the open air
Our myrtles blossomed; and across the porch
Thick jasmins twined; the little landscape round
Was green and woody, and refreshed the eye."

CHAPTER XIV.

Habits and manners change, as people do, with climes,
"Tenets with books, and principles with times."

POPE & I.

Dr. JOHNSON once asked GOLDSMITH if he could love a friend where he disagreed with him on any subject, as well as if he did not.

GOLDSMITH thought he could not. The Dr. said he could.

Taking the last view of the subject, one can easily waive the political discrepancy between the North and South, and have nothing to mar true friendship between them. This makes it far pleasanter for those who are sojourning here from the North.

So much had been said about a Northerner's coming South, to me, last fall, that the Southrons looked upon them all with suspicion; that one must "overhaul" his politics, and leave at home all that was not convenient; and then, unless he could give the true Democratic "shiboleth," there was danger in crossing "MASON and DIXON'S line;" that I felt, on coming here, like a THEMISTOCLES throwing myself upon the clemency of the people.

But in this I was disappointed. I found that the South that one reads and hears of, is altogether different from the one that one sees and becomes acquainted with.

Sir WALTER SCOTT never met his friend IRVING, at his gate, with a more friendly-"Ye are welcome," than I have received wherever I have been in this "sunny land."

And I have sat by the planter's fire-side, and conversed with him on that hateful subject, which those "boys" in Congress have quarreled about and fought over so longtalked about the Union-the North and the South-children of the same parents-the

"Twa that hae paidl't i' the burn

Frae morning sun till dine,"

till they fell out on the slavery question; and but one Southron yet has asked me my politics.

But then it might not have been so a year ago, before the Presidential election.

A few evenings since, in conversation with some one at Willow Dale, we took up the subject of "Bleeding Kansas" -that has "bled" as that "old Democratic war Chief”

of the North, DANIEL S. DICKINSON, says, "till there is no more blood in her than there is in a white turnip."

The point in dispute was whether she ought to come into the Union as a Free State or not. After having discussed the subject at some length, some one proposed that we should decide it, by playing a game of chess; and, as the North was the "Lady-love" whose gage I professed to wear, that I should represent her.

I told them to select a champion from their side, and we would come to 66 a passage at arms," and decide this important question.

To my surprise a young lady stepped forward, to represent the chivalry of the South. This was something really of the

"Days of belted knight and Lady fair."

But where did a knight ever in

"The fair fields of old romance,

Essay to break with a lady a lance."

The whole game was watched with much interest by the party present; for it was the Saxon North, against the Norman South. The issue of the game was for quite a long time doubtful, each losing a few men, till I took my fair foe's queen, and then her knights, when she exclaimed "There goes my chivalry!"

I soon after check-mated her king, when she cried out— "Kansas is a Free State!"

One of the ladies present remarked, that had it been her, she would have played three years, as long as JEFFERSON did with the Frenchman, before she would have given up.

The topic of conversation following this was about the North and the South.

The North was Saxon, and eminently practical. The South, Norman, and from the "utile et dulcis" of life, she, enjoying her abundance and ease, takes the "dulcis." If the South is not as practical, neither is she as professional as the North; although her titles, degrees, and diplomas are plentifully bestowed upon her sons, by her own schools and ours, yet they merely consider them, as the old Romans did oratory, necessary to the gentleman.

Hence you find scores of doctors, lawyers, school-teachers, and those practising the various professions here from the North.

The South has been in the habit of giving her schools, and much of her professional practice to Northern young men, to induce them to become her citizens. At one time there were more than forty members of Congress from the South who claimed New England for their birth-place.

The intellect of the South is not called out by such incentives as at the North. Northern young men are not born with gold spoons in their mouths-inheriting fortunes. But the old Latin maxim applies to one and all

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Quisque suæ fortunæ faber." Every man is the architect of his own fortune.

And their road to it is through the various pursuits in life; and the chief means of rendering them successful is a good education. This is the philosopher's stone, that converts their labor into gold.

Had the North as genial a clime, and as luxuriant a soil as the South, she would not have an intellectual New England, that stands like SAUL among the prophets, head and shoulders above every other part of the Union; she would not have the "spur that she now has to prick the side of her intent."

Man is naturally indolent, and were not appetite, selflove and passion strong, he would die out, body and sɔul.

He would prefer the life of Toм MOORE

"Lying in the bowers of ease, smiling at fame."

Or dream away life, with THOMPSON, in his "Castle of Indolence," who, although he sung man so "falsely luxurious" probably never saw the sun rise five times in his life, or ever really

"Enjoyed the cool, the fresh, the fragrant hour,

To meditation due, and sacred song ;"

but was so "luxurious" that he has been seen, standing with his hands in his pockets, eating a peach from the tree.

Where nature has failed to yield man wealth from the soil, he has added science to make the glebe more productive, or failing in this, he has sought some useful trade, or husbanding his own intellectual resources, has relied upon his talent to secure him a competency for life.

Hence the adverse soil of rude and rough New England has developed her science, and driven her sons to the intellectual pursuits of life.

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It is not so South. Nature has been more lavish in her gifts, and man has not resorted to his genius to supply his wants. Hence the mind is unaroused by the stimuli of necessity. While you are making science, art, invention, all subserve to the daily uses of life, they would think it some like "carrying coal to Newcastle." All the science necessary here is to plant cotton, hoe cotton, gin cotton, ship cotton, and sell cotton.

They do not generally make their own implements of husbandry. They buy everything from a gin-stand down to an axe helve, of the North.

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The usual hum of business one does not hear in these Southern towns; they are more quiet than ours. whirling mills-no whining machinery—no clang of any vils-no ringing of factory bells-no din and bustle of the