The maker of the cotton gin worked another revolution in commerce, and rice proved to be an unfailing staple.  Armies of negroes tilled the soil, and were happy in their circumscribed sphere, humanely cared for by the whites.

Enter the home and lo! a palace greets you.  Massive mahogany furniture, now, alas! in scattered remnants, meets the eye at every turn.  Treasures and elegant trifles of many lands attest the artistic taste of the owners.  Gorgeous china, plate and glass are there in everyday use.  Fruits of the loom in rarest silk and linen, embellish the chambers and luxury sits enthroned.  The chatelaine, gracious and cultured, is to the manner born:  and from season to season she fills her house with congenial people who are invited to come, but not, as with present house parties, told when to go.  As long as they found it comfortable and convenient the latchstring was out.  A guest was never permitted to pay for anything; expressage, laundry and all incidentals were as free as air.  The question of money, nowadays impertinently thrust forth, was never hinted at in the olden time.  It was considered bad form, and the luckless boaster of “how poor he was” would have been properly stared at as a boor as well as a bore.

For pastimes men had fishing and hunting, and for women there were lawn games and indoor diversions.  Speaking of the women of the South a writer aptly said:  “They dwell in a land goodly and pleasant to the eye; a land of fine resources, both agricultural and mineral; where may be found fertile cotton fields, vast rice tracts, large sugar plantations, bright skies and balmy breezes.  The whole land is plowed by mighty rivers, is ribbed by long mountain chains, and washed by the sea.”

Fitting environment, we add, for the gorgeous residences, notably in Georgia and South Carolina, built by the nobility and gentry of the republic, and inherited by the descendants of the old colonial aristocracy.  What wonder, that they held themselves aloof from the manual laborer, black or white, and that they were uncontaminated by the attrition of commercial competition.  In the summer the family sought the cooler climate of old Kentucky or Virginia, or farther north to Saratoga, Long Branch, or some one of the then attractive resorts.  They travelled in state, frequently bringing the family coach, and never without a retinue of servants.  What a sensation they made!  And money flowed like water.  The young men, rich and idle, paid court to pretty girls, sure of a welcome from both parents and daughters, for to marry a Southern planter was to achieve a social victory for all time to come.  The mechanical and athletic age had not yet dawned.  The accepted escort must be a professional man, or else lord of a domain such as I have described.  Pride and prejudice blinded judgment, and the aristocracy of merit alone was unappreciated.

And yet the Southern woman, even of great wealth, could not afford to be idle.  She was not, save in exceptional cases, the useless, half-educated, irresponsible creature she has been represented.  Some there are always and everywhere whose lives are given over to fads, fancies and frivolities.  But the true mothers were priestesses at the home altar, and kept the sacred fires bright and burning.  Their duty was to keep others busy, and to direct and oversee the vast domestic machinery of the home.