Valley of the Shadow
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Gov. Wise and the Presidency

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County Court

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Committed

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The Market House

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Will not our City Fathers look to the Market House? Until it is paved it cannot be comfortable? Until it is locked and the negroes are put out, it will be dirty!

This is a subject of great importance, and we invite attention to it. Our present efficient Chief of Police, we are confident, will be active and energetic in carrying out any resolution the Council may adopt.

Charleston, S. C. Ap. '60

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"The negro population is far inferior to the same class in Virginia. One of our best negroes is worth a half-dozen of the dwarfish, disfigured, filthy creatures which swarm the streets of Charleston. Their dialect is different, and almost unintelligible, resembling more the chattering of a monkey or a parrot than the conversation of a human being. Indeed, it is a question whether some of their 'abe shine' (I beg Gov. Wise's pardon) are not a modification of the ape, and divested of that element of our Creator which partakes of the divine."

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Editorial Correspondence.

CHARLESTON, S. C., Ap. 21, '60.

We reached this beautiful city yesterday morning, after forty-eight hours travel from Staunton. The cool, refreshing breezes which invigorate and enliven the physical man in the Valley of Virginia, are sadly missed here. Those of us who had never experienced the heat of so Southern a latitude, were unprepared with wardrobe for the change of temperature, and consequently, are gradually loosing, by profuse perspiration, our surplus flesh. The thermometer stands to-day about 93 degrees.

The country through which we passed, both in North and South Carolina, before we reached Charleston, is very uninviting, and is only endurable in the fact that its appearance is novel. The large turpentine orchards, so to speak, are sights with which most of us were unacquainted, and of course were viewed as of the new things that are always presented in traversing strange countries. The soil is very barren and, to all appearances, totally incapable of sustaining a population, save only by means of the "pitch, tar and turpentine" manufactories.

The foliage of the trees is beautiful. Vegetation is much farther advanced than I had anticipated, and awakens a lively remembrance of the months of June and July in Virginia. The graceful and symmetrical holywood, luxuriant in its verdant apparel, and festooned by the growth of moss, hanging in negligent grace from every bough and twig, impersonating, figuratively to speak, a lovely maiden en dishabille--are very attractive, and from which we could scarcely turn our eyes, to glance at other pleasant sights, gradually developing as we neared the city.

Charleston is a handsome, compactly built city, containing between 30 and 40,000 inhabitants. From appearances, its business is brisk and large. Some of the most beautiful store-rooms I have ever seen are to be found here. The streets are narrow, a defect traceable to the French taste of those who must have laid out the city--a defect similar to the one which so disfigures and embarrasses the city of St. Louis. There is a strong element of the French and Spanish races discernible in the population.

The negro population is far inferior to the same class in Virginia. One of our best negroes is worth a half-dozen of the dwarfish, disfigured, filthy creatures which swarm the streets of Charleston. Their dialect is different, and almost unintelligible, resembling more the chattering of a monkey or a parrot than the enunciation of a human being. Indeed, it is a question whether some of these "ebo-shins" (I beg Gov. Wise's pardon) are not a modification of the ape, and divested of that element of our Creator which partakes of the divine.

Mr. Memminger, the gentleman recently sent to Virginia from this State, to discuss . . . [text missing] . . . South Carolina in iniatory steps to secure a Conference of the Southern States, has been very attentive to our delegation. Yesterday he took us to the Orphan's Asylum, a noble institution, of which the State might well be proud. There are now there 310 orphan children, being educated at the expense of the State, happy and well cared for. When asked how the system worked, he remarked, with evident pride and a glow of genuine gratitude, "Admirably. I am one of its creatures." McDuffie, also, was in a great measure educated under the auspices of this institution.

The delegations from the different States are rapidly coming in, and the city is assuming a thronged and jammed up appearance. There can be no legitimate speculations made as to the result of the Convention. Douglas' friends are very sanguine, as are Hunter's. I am fully convinced that it will be one of these two aspirants who will receive the nomination. Douglas now has the inside track. The North and Northwest are very candid in stating that their political existence depends upon his nomination.

Green peas, new potatoes, onions, lettuce, radishes, and in fact every description of vegetables are in abundance.

Not one-third of the visitors expected here arrived, being kept away by the swindling prices imposed by the Yankee landlords of this city.

S. M. Y.

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