The mills of Lancashire he thought could not get on without Southern cotton.

He was sent abroad.

He found Europe solid against slavery and therefore set against the Confederacy.
He came home with what is called a broken heart--the dreams of a lifetime shattered--and, in a kind of dazed stupor, laid himself down to die.

With Richmond in flames and the exultant shouts of the detested yet victorious Yankees in his ears, he did die.
Wigfall survived but a few years.

He was less a dreamer than Yancey.
A man big of brain and warm of heart he had gone from the ironclad provincialism of South Carolina to the windswept vagaries of Texas.