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76 A FEW MEMORIES
be imagined. For years they were as a beacon-light in every hour of failure and discouragement The depressing effects of the California engagement were alleviated in a measure by the subsequent success that crowned all my efforts in the South during a tour under the management of John T. Ford. Savannah, with her beautiful Bo-naventura Cemetery, her great trees cloudy with silver moss, her magnolias and orange-trees; Charleston, with its quaint thoroughfares, its picturesque battery and characteristic negro oyster-women decked in gay bandannas ; Augusta, with its wide streets and double avenues of fine trees; Norfolk, Baltimore, Richmond, Washington, were all visited in turn. The South wins one not only by its natural beauty and proverbial hospitality, but by a nameless and romantic sadness which hangs over it like a shadow of the past The difference between the North and the South, even to a casual visitor, is extraordinary. The bustle, energy, and enterprise of the former make the tranquillity of the latter appear to be of another country. There is a vigor of youth in the North, while the South, with its repose, its quaintness, its conventionality of life, suggests a history older than itself.