Visitors and Petitioners
[Circa March 5, 1839]
I have found growing along the edge of the dreary enclosure where the slaves are buried such a lovely wild flower; it is a little like the Euphrasia or eyebright of the English meadows, but grows quite close to the turf, almost into it, and consists of clusters of tiny white flowers that look as if they were made of the finest porcelain. I took up a root of it yesterday, with a sort of vague idea that I could transplant it to the North; though I cannot say that I should care to transplant anything thither that could renew to me the associations of this place--not even the delicious wild flowers, if I could.
The woods here are full of wild plum trees, the delicate white blossoms of which twinkle among the evergreen copses, and, besides illuminating them with a faint starlight, suggest to my mind a possible liqueur like kirsch, which I should think could quite as well be extracted from wild plums as wild cherries, and the trees are so numerous that there ought to be quite a harvest from them. You may, and, doubtless, have seen palmetto plants in Northern green- and hothouses, but you never saw palmetto roots; and what curious things they are! huge, hard, yellowish-brown stems, as