Life and liberty in America; . ast, for dinner, and for supper, oysters, in one foi-mor another, are sure to be supplied to all above the poorestclasses of the population ; and here there are few who can becalled as absolutely poor as their compeers in Euiope. Theresult is, according to the calculation of a notable inhabitant,that Savannah consumes in a year a sufficient quantity ofoysters to leave shells enough for the construction of onemile of road. But at present the roads are no exception tothe general badness of American thoroughfares. They aredusty and rutty in the fine weather, muddy a
Life and liberty in America; . ast, for dinner, and for supper, oysters, in one foi-mor another, are sure to be supplied to all above the poorestclasses of the population ; and here there are few who can becalled as absolutely poor as their compeers in Euiope. Theresult is, according to the calculation of a notable inhabitant,that Savannah consumes in a year a sufficient quantity ofoysters to leave shells enough for the construction of onemile of road. But at present the roads are no exception tothe general badness of American thoroughfares. They aredusty and rutty in the fine weather, muddy and rutty when itrains. Tlie view from the Custom-house and Exchange, and fromthe street occupied by the stores, offices, and warehouses ofthe merchants, and which skirts the river for a mile, extendsto the distant horizon over a low, flat country, covered forthe most part Avith rice plantations and marshy ground. Agentleman of this city who had fdled a diplomatic appoint-ment in Turkey and Egypt, and whose courtesies at Savan-. SAVANNAH AND THE SEA ISLANDS. 213 nah I gratefully remember, declarecl that he often thought hewas looking at Egypt when he looked at this portion of Geor-gia. There were the same climate, the same atmosphere, thesame soil, the same cultivation, and a river offering the samecharacteristics as the Nile. But of all the scenery in andabout Savannah, the Cemetery of Bonaventura is the mostremarkable. There is nothing like it in America, or perhapsin the world. Its melancholy loveliness, once seen, can neverbe forgotten. Dull indeed must be the imagination, and coldthe fancy of any one who could wander through its weird andfairy avenues without being deeply impressed with its solemni-ty and appropriateness for the last resting-place of the melancholy enthusiast, a clergyman, weary of his life,disgusted with the world, with a biain weakened by longbrooding over a disappointed affection, happened in an evilmoment to stray into this place. He had often
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