The sea coast echo. [volume] (Bay Saint Louis, Miss.) 1892-current, 1898-10-01
cafharine Cole On winnie, Davis.

Years ago Catharine Cole il
the columns Of the New Orlean
Picayune, described IN her beauti
| fnl way a visit at Beauvoir to th,
home of the Confederate chief
tain, from which the following re
lative to Miss Winnie is extract
| ed. This tribute to the Daugh
tier of tho Confederaey will be
read with particular interest jtls1
at this time. IL follows:
s'And after a time tIH young
daughter Of the house led us out
into the sunny. old-fashioned gar.
den, trailing off forestward under
the oaks. 1t was like the gardens
we read about, with is odd little
fiower-beds and long, wandering
walks, all set with mignonette.
The wind that stirred the flowers
was full of cinanaon odors and
sweet with the breath of unfash-
ionable damask roses that grew in
the far corners.
"The tall, slim young lady in
the dove gray gown, her gentle,
serious, yet happy face shaded by
a broad-brimmed hat, went down
the dewey walks with Flo, and
they talked together as Twenty
Two does not often condescend to
talk to Ten. and as they walked
she shipped a bit here and a sprig
there, fashioning a posey for her
small guest. How charming she
lookel bending over the bushes
of blue-eyed periwinkles! [ won
der could she have been more
charming, even when she went
North and captured it? A girl
who can entertaih a room full of
learned men, who is brilliant and
thorough, bending her pretty
brown head down$to the level of
the yellow one of She little child,
and entertaining and charming
her small visitor swith the same
grace and tact, w;s pretty spec
tacle, a fit compaf3on-piece to the
quaint pictures o.. the book and
pieture-lined dra%$ ng room, with
its silver-haired I.sst and hostess.
How slim and graceful and bonny
she looked as
with lightsome heare,she pulled rose.
Fun sweet upon its tt,2lny tree
.'SomehoW the towers were like
the gentle girl-esser; they We're
the flowers that oxs loves to write
of, to think on, ttNemember, and
to treasure. The was a bit of
lavender with r.: spiky leaves,
rosemary more aweet than the
breath Of the inccuse that remains
forever about the affairs in old
and long used Catholic churches.
a bit OF. yellow-blossomedrue, and
some sweet-smeliing, magenta
colored pinks. They were the
flower of nature, Tot those forced
in Conservatives. In her man.
ners and simple, unaffected gen.
tleness and kindness this young
lady is as old-fashioned as her
flowers. 1t is easy to understand
her charm when it is remembered
that her mind has been most care
fully trained, that all the advan-
tages of foreign travel and educa-
tion have been hers.
81 know how wise she is, how
many are her accomplishments,
and, wlthal, how unaffected and
honest and loyal she is. / am
minded to say, too, that, in my
opinion, if she and that other fair
and brilliant young lady whose
home is in the White House had
been allowed to meet, as both pro-
badly wished to, they would have
flown into each Others arms, and
neither would have remembered
that one was born north and the
other south of Mason and Dlxon's 5
line.
81 am proud to think how our
bonny, brilliant Southern girl
went North and captured it !
like to recall how prettily she was
received, with hospitality that
could not even be excelled al
Beauvoir. ] can think of her do
ing well, and acting wisely and
honorably and nobly, and with a
heart loyal to her home, her Eco
pie, and her country in all places
and at all times. I like to tEnk
Of her in tulle party dresses OF
being led out to dinner by sxme
great man whom it is an honos to
know. But, somehow, ! love aest
to think of her standing in s1eT
gray gown, knee-deep among sler
roses, gathering nosegay off la
veneler and rue and rosemary in
the sunny, Sweet-scented garden
that trails OF with many 4 tangle
of vine ami bramble under the
trees at tie back Of Beauvon
Arc(Y III 8.