Sandford; and
Miss Cardigan has all these, more or less; besides something a
great deal better."
Dr. Sandford rose up suddenly and introduced me to a Captain
Southgate who came up; and the conversation ran upon West
Point things and nothings after that. I was going back over my
memory, to find in how far religion had been associated with
some other valued things in the instances of my experience,
and I heard little of what was said. Mr. Dinwiddie had been a
gentleman, as much as any one I ever knew; he was the first.
My old Juanita had the manners of a princess, and the tact of
a fine lady. Miss Cardigan was a capital compound of sense,
goodness, business energies, and gentle wisdom. The others, —
well, yes, they were of the despised orders of the world. My
friend Darry, at the stables of Magnolia, — my friend Maria,
in the kitchen of the great house, — the other sable and sober
faces that came around theirs in memory's grouping, — they
were not educated nor polished nor elegant. Yet well I knew,
that having owned Christ before me, He would own them before
the angels of heaven; and what would they be in that day! I
was satisfied to be numbered with them.
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