I can understand how savages, fighting with each other, could doom their vanquished foes to slavery, but it has always been a puzzle to me how a civilized man could drag his own children, bone of his bone, flesh of his flesh, down to the position of social outcasts, abject slaves, and political pariahs." "But, Marie," said Eugene, "all men do not treat their illegitimate children in the manner you describe.

The last time I was in New Orleans I met Henri Augustine at the depot, with two beautiful young girls.

At first I thought that they were his own children, they resembled him so closely.

But afterwards I noticed that they addressed him as 'Mister.' Before we parted he told me that his wife had taken such a dislike to their mother that she could not bear to see them on the place.

At last, weary of her dissatisfaction, he had promised to bring them to New Orleans and sell them.